When I first came across Elise Kennedy, she had her clothes on but I was still completely drawn to her.
I was browsing through Twitter and a music video she shot called “Send Me Money” came up in my timeline. It’s a silly, fun findom anthem and I hit the Follow button as soon as I watched it.
One of the things I love about sex is how genuinely different everyone’s desires are.
What turns us on and gets us off are influenced by so many different things that it’s practically impossible to say anything universal about sex.
For whatever reason, I’m into sexual submission and I love fantasizing that I’m innocent and naïve. But some women prefer taking on the kind of dominant attitude I can’t even come close to pulling off.
Some women can’t enjoy sex unless it’s rough and aggressive. Others need it to be sensual and erotic. …
I’m on the verge of an orgasm. It’s so close I can practically taste it.
I moan loudly from somewhere deep inside my throat. His fingers are working my clit perfectly. My pleasure is building quickly.
I let out a few swear words. I shout “yes” so often I sound like even more of a people pleaser than I am.
And just when I’m about to come, he pulls his fingers away.
It’s too soon to get me over the edge, but something still happens. I feel subtle shakes and spasms coursing through every single one of my muscles. …
Last year, I got my hands on a big mystery box of sex toys, which turned out to be mostly filled with bondage gear.
I got it for the whimsy and thrill of opening a package full of surprise sex stuff, and I was pleasantly surprised by what it contained.
There were lubes, which I always have plenty of uses for.
It had a smooth paddle that I’ve had the pleasure of being smacked with several times since.
And there were all sorts of restraints that Mr. Austin could use to tie me up in whatever way he felt like.
Some of my favorite porn scenes feature women who resist. They pull away. They’re reluctant. They’re pushed or cajoled into having sex.
They’re scenarios involving innocent babysitters being seduced by the man of the house.
Or sleepover scenes where the dirty uncle or pervy older brother slips into a girl’s bed and starts touching her.
And of course, girls stuck in dryers, window frames, or just about anywhere — ass out, begging for help, but getting manhandled and fucked instead.
Even though I get off to those kinds of scenes and get turned on by imagining myself in similar ones…
A couple of years ago, I hit a sexual roadblock. In a matter of months, I had gone from being a woman who struggled with premature orgasms to one who had a hard time climaxing at all.
Sex felt like a gamble. It could end in a powerful, deeply satisfying, leg-shaking orgasm. Or it could end with me wanting to throw my vibrator across the room in frustration.
I would get close to a climax, but always stay on the edge of one. I was desperate to get off but had no idea how.
Even my husband’s best moves weren’t…
I used to keep my shirt on during sex, and I thought that was a good thing.
I didn’t feel great about my body. I’m a very shy lady, too. And as every kink quiz I take keeps reminding me, I’m much more of a voyeur than an exhibitionist.
When I did get fully naked, it was only because it felt more embarrassing not to.
I vividly remember the first time my husband pulled my shirt off my body and then unclasped my bra. It wasn’t my first time having sex, but it was my first time feeling extremely naked.
There are a lot of great options when it comes to sex toys designed for men. But most of them follow a few basic concepts.
The market is dominated by strokers and prostate toys. And if you’re not a fan of ass play, then it’s pretty much all sleeves.
That might sound dull, but it’s really not. There are so many different kinds of strokers available that no one ever has to get bored of playing with them.
There are the soft and squishy strokers designed to look like vulvas. There are tight strokers that mimic anal sex, complete with…
I started masturbating before I knew what masturbation was.
I had no clue what I was doing. I just knew that rubbing up against stuff felt really fucking good. It was comforting, stimulating, and pleasurable all at once.
Because I went on instinct, I didn’t masturbate in the stereotypical way. I didn’t take my clothes off, lie on my back, spread my legs, and find my clit with my fingers. In fact, my fingers weren’t involved at all.
It was all humping.
It started when I realized how good it felt to grind against the arms of the sofa. I…
Review of Valentine’s Day Dick in a Bag
I think of Valentine’s Day as a sexy holiday. But sexy in a very sweet, lighthearted, and playful kind of way.
And when I think of lighthearted sexiness, I think of the Nubiles Porn network.
I got a membership to Nubiles after spending years watching their clips on Pornhub. By the time I signed up, I was already intimately familiar with their style.