There's a comfortable spot in the middle of the spanking spectrum, somewhere between a light slap and a full-on belt beating.
Men are quick to talk about how frequently they jerk off.
Few things fascinate me more in this world than men's penchant for taking photos of their penises.
There's a unique feeling you get when you're sucking on a popsicle.
"Chloe." It's almost a drawl, the syllables thick and heavy. "Don't leave yet." He's as high as I am, maybe even more so. I squint, willing myself to focus on his face for a second or two. He approaches me languidly, his hands on my shoulders suddenly. They're as heavy as his voice.
"The contradiction between what we're told we should feel and the things we do feel leads to an unnecessary amount of suffering." The topic is monogamy, but more broadly, human sexuality as a whole. Christopher Ryan's speech transcends the topic of monogamy entirely.
Sometimes the details of my fantasies escape me after I've come and drifted off to sleep. There were colors and movements and words, all fabricated in the part of my brain where conscious and subconscious thoughts slip over each other like oil and water, but I rarely remember any of them once the fantasy has slipped past me.
I still remember the first real sext I ever got.
Even when I can't remember the rest of the night, I remember this.
A long time ago, I read that the tip of a guy's penis is the same color as his lips. It makes sense, when you think about it. The rawest, softest skin on your body would be the same color.
There are a few sexual cravings every woman has: Some kind of penetration, whether that's with fingers or a penis or an inanimate object propelled by fingers is one. Another is the initial lean in of a kiss, lips gently parting for the first taste of tongue. The third? The butt grab.
In the world of women's toys, there's nothing that garners more attention than the vibrator. As they increasingly move away from silicone replicas of genitalia and more research is done on the female orgasm, it's clear: Those who cannot get off from penetration get off incredibly well with a little extra "oomph" in the clitoral region. I'm certainly not disputing that—I didn't even have my first orgasm until I bought a vibrator. You could, in a way, think of them as the gateway drug of orgasms (which are way, way better than actual drugs, IMO.)
There's a fantasy at the forefront of most bucket lists. Sitting in the back row of a dim theater, the projector illuminating the rows of chairs in a fan of soft light, only your silhouette is visible. People are around, of course, but scattered, all demurely sipping soda through their straws, eyes fixed intently on the screen. You recline slightly in your chair, your pants already slightly unzipped and folding over where denim meets the brass of your button.
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