No sex on the first date is a trope that’s been around forever. It’s pretty close to saying that you’re saving yourself for marriage. It’s outdated and there’s really no place for it in modern society. It used to make sense, though. Women were pressured into getting married and were taught not to give the… Continue reading Don’t Listen to Those Who Say “No Sex on the First Date”
Well, okay, perhaps we shouldn’t go quite that far. Still, I’ve enjoyed her My Messy Bedroom site for the last little while, and her latest article, Feeling Fine, is hilarious. I think most women would get a hoot out of it. Guys might learn a little something they didn’t know, too. She’s talking about orgasm. Not… Continue reading Orgasms and my life
If I ever wondered before if I could be a Dom (as most of my experiences up until now have been submissive) the past two weeks would have cured me of such silly thoughts. For two weeks now, I’ve been Mom to a four-month puppy who is adorable but headstrong. I’ve come to learn that… Continue reading How can a woman become a Dom?
When I was a wee thing in my adolescent sexual prime, a favourite bed-time activity for my boyfriend and I was to jerk each other off. Flipping through the dozens of sex manuals I’ve accumulated over the years, I noticed that most go on at length about the benefits of getting in touch with yourself,… Continue reading How to give a good handjob
If sex was a colour, what colour would it be? There have been times in my life when it was white. White for love, white for purity, that wonderful music-swelling-in-the-background, proper camera lighting, young-lovers-well-met, joyous, this-is-the-love-of-my-life kind of sex. Just like in the movies. Don’t let anyone tell you it doesn’t happen. It can. I… Continue reading The colors of your sex life
For days now, I’ve been thinking about the concept of denial. Sometimes we deny ourselves things, deliberately or by chance. Sometimes other people deny us things, deliberately or by chance. And sometimes it’s chance itself that denies us. It’s been a big denial week for me.1. I’ve been (deliberately) denying myself my bullets, masturbating only… Continue reading Why orgasm denial can be good
I remember with misty fondness the year I discovered the web, more than five years ago. I gorged myself on the offerings of the meagre web, spending hundreds of hours online, determined to see each and every web site there was to see. Yahoo (still housed on Standford’s servers) was a staple of my life.Over… Continue reading I’m in love