Fun with data about sexual fantasies! A new survey found that 33 percent of American women have had a sexual fantasy which took place at the Eiffel Tower. Can you blame them? It’s a sexy structure. Fun fact: Some woman was so taken with the the Eiffel Tower that she married it. Her name is Erika La Tour Eiffel. She consummated her marriage by straddling the tower naked. So hands off, ladies. Keep reading »
Unless you own a private plane with a bed in the cabin, having sex in an airplane has got to be the lamest sexual fantasy ever. Not to mention corny. And tacky. If you want to do it in public, do it in a park or an alley like decent people. I find its apparent popularity confounding. There are websites dedicated to tales of airborne debauchery, which all read like the ridiculous letters sections of soft-core porn magazines, where some unemployed former Blockbuster manager just can’t believe he had a threesome with two 19-year-old Icelandic snowboarders hitchhiking through Alabama. This is to say, I have never believed any story anyone has ever told me about putting the “cruise” in “cruising altitude.” At least, I’ve never believed any story that makes it sound hot, or desirable, or like anything that doesn’t make me want to pour myself a Lysol bath. Keep reading »
When it comes to sex, we here at The Frisky believe that if it works for you, who are we to judge? Maybe you’ve got a thing for truckers. Perhaps you are abstinent. Whatever your sexual proclivity is, more power to you. That’s why when we came across this layout from Cosmo starring James Van Der Beek as a doctor feeling up a model patient on the table, we thought, Hey, why not? (Actually, we blocked out that it was Van Der Beek, seeing as he doesn’t exactly float our boat, a task that was made easier by virtue of the fact that he was thoroughly facially Photoshopped.) The ladies at The Cut didn’t like the pictorial so much, though. They deemed it “awkward” and opined “the idea of a doctor just taking his patient from the operating table doesn’t appeal to us, nor does the ending of this spread, in which the Beek and his love interest get wild in the room containing all the medical records.” Hospitals, they concluded, should be “sex-free.” True! But aren’t fashion editorials pure fantasy, and isn’t this simply an exploration of a fantasy that some of us have surely had, of being seduced by a doctor? We don’t think it’s too bad, so long as you don’t take it literally. What do you think? [The Cut] Keep reading »
A few months ago, I posted about a list of “women’s sexual fantasies” that appeared in Men’s Health. I wrote that the majority of the fantasies listed were “so off-the-mark and absurd, I [worried] about men incorporating these fantasies into their sexual routines and turning off women so dramatically that all sex becomes just a fantasy.” Many of you agreed that the list didn’t come close to reflecting women’s true fantasies, and Men’s Health must have listened because they’ve published a new list of women’s sexual fantasies — only these sound suspiciously like men’s top desires! After the jump, see what the publication is telling its (mostly male) readers we women want in the sack. Keep reading »
In an essay published on Nerve.com, Matt Morse writes about the time he roofied his wife to save their marriage. “Roofie” is the slang term for Rohypnol, commonly known as the date rape drug. Before getting married, Morse and his wife had an adventurous sex life filled with role-play, but after marriage, he writes, “our fantasies would have to be safe, like the rest of our over-insured suburban existence.” Before she requested that he participate in her date rape fantasy, Morse and his wife hadn’t had sex in three years. When she proposed the fantasy, Morse doesn’t even blink, his mind immediately wandering to cover the details.
“To drug and abduct my wife — but which drug? Television seems to have convinced her that date-rape concoctions are ubiquitous, as if I could just run to the nearest GNC or have a box overnighted from a website in Mexico. The latter might be true, but I’d prefer not to add my name to any FBI lists. So while she’s in the bedroom, I rifle through the medicine cabinet and find a stash of giant pink pills — some sort of narcotic from the dentist — and throw a small handful into the coffee grinder. Decisions, decisions. My costume, my fake name, my fake identity — there is so much that has to be just right. Konked-out victim? Her part is child’s play. I’ll be the one who has to drive the conversation and strike the proper balance between charming and sinister, all the while maintaining some sort of backchannel of actual attraction. I douse myself in aftershave and begin humming the jingle, or what I remember of it. “There’s something about an Aqua Velva man.” Oh yes, there is: He drugs strange woman and drags them back to his lair.
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In a recent article from “Men’s Health” a female writer decides to speak for her gender and tell the mostly male readers what women wish they’d do to get them off. Of the 18 fantasies she lists, I concur with six…well, maybe six and a half. The others are just so off-the-mark and absurd, I worry about men incorporating these fantasies into their sexual routines and turning off women so dramatically that all sex becomes just a fantasy. After the jump, a few of the “women’s fantasies” that are especially ridiculous. Keep reading »