“He drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. — Lauren Blakely
When it comes to sex, the vulva is an exquisite instrument capable of producing and sending incredible sensations. But all women are different. And what sends Carry Ann to the moon will send Susan screaming out the door.
Now, this could be said…
Poor Princess Marie Bonaparte (great grandniece of the short Frenchman with the bad attitude), in the immortal words of Mick Jagger, she “couldn’t get no satisfaction” despite a robust sex life.
Now it is true that her sex life didn’t include her closeted gay husband Prince George of Greece very much. But he wasn’t the only fish in the sea…There was always his aid-de-camp, that cute prime minister of France, and other lovers she took while married to George.
But none of them made her come during intercourse.
This bothered the hell out of her! It didn’t help that Freud…
When I was 25 years old, I went on the road trip from hell — all thanks to my new best friend and her jailbird boyfriend.
At the time of the trip, I had known my BFF Karen* for almost a year. We had bonded deeply and were pretty joined at the hip by the time this merry jaunt into the 9th circle took place.
We clicked despite our wildly different backgrounds. I was five years older than she was and a southerner, while she was from New York and barely 20.
It was a bond born out of trauma.
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A few years ago, I noticed that the cellulite that had always made a patchwork quilt of my behind had somehow made its insidious way up to my arms. Let’s just say this wasn’t a wonderful discovery. In fact, it was downright jarring.
I have always had a tendency toward cellulite, even when I was less than 100 pounds, even as a teenager, and even with a strict workout regimen. It is my genetic lottery. My luck of the draw. So, I had long ago reconciled myself to cottage cheese thighs — as long as that’s where the cheese stayed.
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A few years ago, I started doing fine art self-portrait photography. At the time, I was in my mid-forties, a grad student, and needed a creative outlet. While I loved self-portraiture, let’s just say that looking at my aging skin in unflattering light and raw HD was more than a little ego-deflating.
Let me introduce you to a guy who calls himself Nick. For some of you, his story might sound sadly familiar. Nick is a late-twenties Redditor who writes about his nonexistent sex life with his wife on the popular subreddit “dead bedrooms”.
Nick married young and quickly due to an unexpected pregnancy and has been married for over 4 years. The relationship started out well enough with plenty of sex but that went the way of analog a couple of years ago.
He hasn’t had sex in 10 months or seen his wife nude in over 8 months.
No kissing…
What do women want?
Ah, the age-old question that kept Big Daddy Freud tossing and turning at night and has had more than a few regular dudes scratching their heads too.
It’s a big question.
And to make it even more complex, let’s narrow it down even further: What do women want sexually?
Kinsey fellow Debby Herbenick has attempted to answer just that question. She is the lead researcher on the most comprehensive study ever conducted on women’s preferences regarding genital touch. The sex research company OMGyes partnered with her and with Indiana University to develop a website that utilized…
It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure — Marquis de Sade
Ah spring is in the air, and the birds are doing it, the bees are doing it, my neutered house-cat would like to do it (adorable, elevator butt is a dead giveaway) and, thanks to Coronavirus social distancing, I’m…um…writing about doing it.
Well, I have read some interesting books and articles during this slowly-ending quarantine. I’ve been very interested in kink here lately. One of my favorite academics is social psychologist Roy Baumeister. …
“…I imagine I’ve been brought to some warehouse, or place like that, against my will. I’m stripped naked and the only thing I’m allowed to wear is a black silk mask. This is because whatever powerful person has brought me there does not want the men — yes, always more than one in this fantasy — for whom he has procured me, to know who I am. In this way, though he’s brought me there against my will, he somehow wants to protect me too… That’s because they’re so hot with desire for me that they can barely control themselves.”…
From the time Michelle was very young, she enjoyed masturbation. Though she didn’t know that’s what it was called, or that’s what she was doing.
One of her favorite activities as a little girl was pressing her pelvic area against one of the posts of her canopy bed.
She would wrap her small legs around the bedpost and rub vigorously, tensing and straining every muscle in her body, especially those of her butt and thighs.
And then something amazing would happen: she would get this indescribably sweet sensation in her “private parts” (as she was told to call them) that…
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