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Sexy massage
Feels good, doesn't it?

I Went Undercover To See If A Girl Could Get Happy Ending Massage

Chances are you've heard the story: An unmarked door leads to a dimly-lit massage parlor where women with strong hands and tolerant smiles await a train of libidinous male patrons. The "happy ending" tale is all too common, a mixture of truth and urban legend that captivates male imaginations even in an age of casual sex and unlimited Internet porn. But until recently, the female version of "happy endings" has remained doggedly taboo. While one woman's violation may be the next woman's fantasy, here is the bottom line: We like massages and we like orgasms, so why shouldn't the two sometimes, er, come hand in hand?

Relationships: Why I Choose To Date Younger Men
She's out of his league?

Confessions Of A Cougar: Why I'll Only Date Men Half My Age

I'm not what you'd call an incredibly sexual person. Not anymore, anyway. I'm in my fifties now (and hopefully wiser for the wear), so I no longer have the frisky energy of a younger woman. In fact, it's that very lack of desperation that's freed me, sexually speaking. Having come to terms with the mature woman that I've become, I'm clearly in touch with what I want. And what I want is younger men.

Kinky Sex And Bondage Advice For Beginners
Everything you wanted to know (but were afraid to ask) about S&M.

Kinky Sex And Bondage Tips For S&M First Timers

What’s the first step in exploring S&M? Change the way you think. What exactly constitutes as S&M? Are you comfortable enough in your sexual relationship to try it? Ky Henderson clears up misconceptions and speaks to couples who agree that it is a new way to build trust and explore ways to potentially liven up a “vanilla” sex life.

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Is a 'perfect vagina' even possible?

Geez, Why Are We So Obsessed With Having The Perfect Vagina?

Now, we're in surgery mode and where once a little "nip/tuck" was considered an interesting possibility for the person who desired physical change, it's presently part of a culture that equates body modification with self-esteem. I am talking about vaginal surgery, as in labiaplasty, hymenoplasty and vaginoplasty — all procedures designed to enhance the appearance and feel of the vagina. What bothers me about the idea of vaginal surgery (when it's done for aesthetic reasons as opposed to medical) is that it just seems to provide yet another avenue for women to believe they're less than perfect as is.

Find the best porn for women here
No joke, ladies: looking at sexy pictures makes you smarter.

What Is The Next Level Of Porn For Women?

Even though women make up one third of the visitors to porn sites, why is the majority of porn being made by men, for men? We take a look into the adult content that's being made exclusively for women, everything from video to erotic fiction.

Taking birth control pills in your relationship
Pro tip: Ditch the birth control alarm and switch to a more discreet text reminder.

Awkward Birth Control Moments: How To Avoid Them Like The Plague

There's no denying it: Birth control can be awkward. That's why YourTango and Bedsider have teamed up to present you with genius tips for preventing and dealing with awkward moments, from the 'condom conversation' to using a birth control method

food love brain
More dopamine, please.

The Pleasure Is Yours: How Your Brain Interprets Food As Love

We all yearn for deep, enduring love. We burn for exotic, erotic sex. We crave...well, you name it. Why? Not because we are all hot to trot, but because our brains are. That's right. A segment of the brain called the limbic system governs our reward circuitry, or "pleasure centers," which in turn rule our wants and desires, especially when it comes to love and food, the two things the body—and the species—need to survive. But that's just where the story begins.

sex stories, booty call
I can't be this stoned right now.

Sex Stories #121: The Booty Call That Almost Scarred Me For Life

I'm sitting in my NYC apartment one day in the middle of the afternoon, smoking a bong by myself because I was that kind of driven and motivated, when Tanya called me up. I could tell she was pretty horny, but I wasn't feeling it. I had a big "me" day planned: had just opened a bag of Fritos, pulled up Archer on Netflix and my couch was calling. "Okay, but if you change your mind, I'm already in my costume," she said. By the time I get to her door, I had just about talked myself out of it. But she already knew I was here, and had buzzed me in. And just as I was waffling at her door, it opened, to reveal...

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This soup could use a little sausage.

Sex Stories #120: 'The Night We Got Busy In A 50-Gallon Soup Pot'

Joelle and I hated each other, which is always a good way to start a fling. We worked together in the kitchen of our dining hall in college. I don't know how, but it started getting hot. We both had keys to the kitchen, so late-night rendezvous there were no problem as long as we kept the lights off and kept away from the windows. Our dining hall had these ginormous soup pots that let you make soup in 50-gallon batches. We were always joking about how they were big enough to fit a person inside, and now I found myself wondering wondering whether it could fit two.

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"I've made a huge mistake."

Sex Stories #119: 'The Night I Roofied Myself'

I took the pill on the way home, trying to time it so I could collapse just inside our door, rather than outside. I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top. I woke up the next morning feeling great. Birds shining, sun chirping. My cotton panties were neatly folded by the side of the bed, which was weird. "Don’t tell me you don’t remember!" he said...

taxi driver, sex
Nope, don't think I'll need a receipt.

How A Cab Driver Found My G-Spot & Gave Me The Best Sex Ever

The year was 1985. I was walking on Third Avenue in New York City. On the corner, a cab stopped at the light. The car was free and the driver smiled at me as I passed in front of his vehicle. I couldn't help but notice how drop-dead gorgeous he was. I raised my hand to hail him down, and he pulled to the curb to let me in. I sat in the front seat. The sexual magnetism between us was break-the-Richter-scale material. I wasn't there to be his fare and he wasn't there to be my driver.