What is the difference between sexuality and sensuality?
Contrary to popular belief, guys aren't satisfied with just getting laid. They want it to be good and exciting too. I know—so demanding. But I aim to please and with that in mind, I convinced a couple of guys I know to confess what they really wish women did more of in the sack.
For the second time this year, my friend Kim has had to tell a guy who offered to pay her for sex to get lost. Though Kim is no bombshell, she’s certainly real-world hot. Great bod, killer personality, enough sexual dynamism to ignite World War III. Men write poems to her in European cafés, chat her up in bars despite the presence of their wives and girlfriends, and friend her on Facebook to tell her she’s still their “best” even if it’s been decades since their roll in the hay. When Kim was younger, she liked being a sexual supernova. No shame felt she for her wanton ways, her colossal lustiness, her stereotypically manly ability to separate sex from love. She wasn’t a man stealer or desperate fool. Kim was a healthy sexual being, as whip smart as she was sensual, as capable of meaty conversation as she was blowing minds in the sack. Then all in the same week, stuff happened. First, she had to tell
The dang Dutch are at it again. After terrorizing us with wooden shoes and windmills for what feels like decades, they then allowed their name to be associated with crummy stuff like Von Dutch hats and Dutch ovens (not the thick-walled cooking vessel). And now they're trying to convince us that "gaydar" exists. But the study has many holes in it, and it seems as if a few too many assumptions are being made.
I am prepared to make a confession for the sake of womankind. I've given it a lot of thought (arguably too much) and decided it's time to come clean for all the girls out there who've been down the same road. My message: You are not alone, and you are not to blame. (deep breath...) I have fallen for gay guys—repeatedly, hook, line and sinker—and I am not ashamed.
Finding out that your ex-husband, who you were married to for over 20 years, is, in fact, gay would be probably be a upsetting, maddening experience for most women, but not Fran Drescher. In a candid interview with Intouch Magazine, The Nanny actress revealed that her ex-husband, TV writer and producer Peter Marc Jacobson, is gay, but, in spite of his confession, the two remain extremely close.
I have been working as a Tantrika, or 'Sacred Sexual Healer' for over 5 years now. These blogs are stories of the life events that brought me into this work, as well as my intimate experiences, challenges and joys within the wold of Tantra. Enjoy!
Poor Michael Jackson. He was hounded everywhere he went when he was alive, and even after his death, the singer can’t rest in peace. The latest tawdry revelation about the late King of Pop is courtesy of Extra, who aired an interview this week with Jason Pfeiffer, a man who claims he was Jackson’s secret boyfriend up until the day he died.
"I specialized in pretty hardcore scenes—what we called corporal scenes. Sort of the meaner scenes," she tells Lemondrop. "Which was interesting, because it didn't seem to fit with my personality. I didn't like those sessions at the beginning. You start by doing the 'sensual sessions' that look like flirty behavior... but that just started to feel uncomfortable—too close to reality. I worked hard not to engage my sexuality in the job. So there was something thrilling about acting out this mean, violent persona. It was so far from who I was or who I'd ever been." Although we've only just met her, we believe her. It's hard to imagine this sweet-sounding professor ever trussing up a naked man like a turkey or, say, dunking his head underwater. But remember—those guys asked her to do it, they paid her for it, and all we have to say is, she worked hard for her money. As if her book weren't revealing enough—and trust us, it is!—Febos agreed to share even more. In her own words, below are 10 Things You Don't Know About My Life As a Dominatrix:
As a young girl—ovaries yet to ripen and hymen still in intact—reading Judy Blume books were like porn for me … educational porn. These were the pre-internet days, before I could Google "funny feeling down there" or "penis, hard-on." All I had was my imagination and my canon of Judy Blume books to aid my highly curious pre-teen mind. They were a permanent Sharpie mark on my burgeoning deviant mind.
We were appalled to read that researchers are blaming Facebook, of all things, for increased syphilis outbreaks in the U.K. Last year, Durham, Sunderland, and Teesside, the regions where Facebook is most popular, reported four times more than the usual number of syphilis cases. In an interview with The Telegraph, Professor Peter Kelly, director of public health in Teesside, speculated that social networking websites have made it easier for people to meet strangers for casual sex.