I’m a girl. I’m a woman. I’m proud of that, regardless of how difficult our society makes it. I like gender bending because I have a masculine side that I like to get out and express. I don’t want to be a man but I enjoy acting like one sometimes.
I rarely meet a vibrator that does the job all by itself. But the G-Vibe? This thing is wild.
Blowjobs and pregnancy. And lurve.
This might sound a little weird, but think about it: this holiday season you should really spend some money on the sex industry.
If all the people who are participating in the Marshmallow Man foot-fetish sploshing action fully agree to it, with as much knowledge as they can muster of what the consequences might be, and with nobody outside being involved without their consent , then to each their own and happiness to all of them!
Bettie is kind of this force of nature. She’s completely unconscious and unwitting about what she does, but it’s just who she is. It’s all natural to her. She has this joyous, unaffected approach. She’s the greatest model of still photography that’s ever come along.
Yes, I’m lucky in some ways to be of an orientation that allows me a lot of options, but queerness is not an open invitation for your personal philosophy on human sexuality, or how hot it would be if I made out with that girl over there.
I’m trying to not be scared, and just saying it: I’m skinny, and I don’t like my belly, and my arms are too bony, and I wish my boobs were bigger, and I’m a woman, too.
You’ve clearly already got the sexy factor mastered. And the only thing sexier than sexy is confidence. Confidence in yourself and in accepting your own desires, and confidence enough to be totally honest.
There’s a whole world of darkness and an otherworld of death awaiting all of us, and putting nutmeg and cinnamon in it and calling it “pumpkin spice” to try to ignore the looming reality of our own mortality doesn’t make it go away.
Dearest Sexpert, I’ve recently begun seeing someone after getting out of a truly toxic LTR. The new guy is freshly divorced, so we’re both in the same place as far as keeping our relationship not-too-serious. That said, we really like each other and have great sexual chemistry generally. The main issue I’ve come up against …
Hey, if you feel like it’s ok for you to behave like an outright misogynist lech in public, I’m going to go ahead and feel like it’s ok for me to imagine how good it would feel to knee you in the face. And if what I’m imagining shows on my face—should your eyes stray up that far, you troglodyte—I won’t be sorry that you notice it.
Earlier this summer, on my way home from work on the J train, two kids got on at Marcy Avenue and started up the familiar chant of, “It’s showtime!” To most New Yorkers, this slow chant and its attendant rhythmic clapping, indicates that—whether you like it or not—you, the captive audience, will now be treated …
Hello again, lovelies! In the second part of this Luna Luna Love &Lust sexpert column, I’m taking on restarting the randiness in a marriage and, well, handjobs. Kinda. Read away, enjoy, and then send me all the questions you’re dying to get answers to about sex, porn, relationships, or porn in sex relationships, or relationships …
Welcome, my darlings, to my first-ever monthly Luna Luna Love and Lust sexpert column! In the first of this month’s two-part column, I’m tackling the issue of contempt for porn in seemingly confident women, getting kinky with a fuck buddy, and, of course, feeling ok with a fetish for women’s panties. Read up, and then …