I think finding your kink. Is kind of like finding your G-Spot (for women, I’m still working on the analogy for men). Some women seem to know it from birth, inherent in its qualities. Some ladies doubt its existence, disheartened by time spent searching with no results. And then there’s chicks like me.
We. Are the Christopher Columbuses of Kink. Read More
When Skye recently came to me and asked if I’d be interested in writing on breath play my immediate response was yes. And not just a regular yes. But a yes with enthusiasm and gusto. A ‘Hell Yes!’ if you will. And I know what you’re thinking. Is SSD an erotic asphyxiation aficionado? Well, not quite kids.
My enthusiasm stems less from a knowledgeable, expertise, (what’s the opposite of vanilla) standpoint than it does from a recent awesome experience. A recent awesome experience that taught me about how and why I like those man hands around my neck. But I should tell you now. I’m only barely out of vanilla territory. Actually I’m still possibly in vanilla territory but maybe with some sprinkles or something. Read More
“Working at Sh! involves looking after a huge variety of customers – some who are regulars and know exactly what makes them tick, others who have never used a sex toy and are somewhat shy or reserved at first.” – A Sh! Girl
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Sh! Women’s Erotic Emporium was the very first shop of its kind to open in London. Sh!, a sex shop run by women, for women was founded in 1992. The mission was simple: Read More
JFB posed an interesting question to me, both in the comment section of my last post here and in private:
“…I would like to see some specifics as to why this is enjoyable for women… Will this be covered in the next part of the series?”
It took me a couple of days to sort through what direction I wanted to go in with this essay… Do I poll groups of women to find out why they like butt secks? Do I dig out the books and pile this article full of statistics and research? Do I talk about my personal preferences? Read More
Hello. My name’s Ken.
For those of you who weren’t around when I last introduced myself, in my ode to Not-So-Skinny-Women during Man Month, I’m white, goofy, red-headed, gainfully-employed, six-foot-two, and I’ve never had a cavity.
I was an altar boy, an honors student, a Cub Scout, an award-winning high-school artist and a professional puppeteer (honest). I even spent two years in India reading to the homeless and aged.
Oh, and I’m obsessed with having women sit on my face. Read More
Yesterday, in Part 1 I wrapped things up by suggesting that you have your man insert his dang-doodle in your pooper and then hold it real still until your body relaxes, before going full steam ahead for some hot anal action. Today, I’m going to pick up where we left off and suggest that you take a long hard look at what’s going on in your head before you start the ass-nastics… Read More
I was super excited when Skye asked me if I’d be interested in guest posting here. Then she said that July was “Fringe Month Two”. Listen, I’m so far away from fringe that I didn’t even know what it was. I’m thinking, “Like saddles and whips fringe? For a whole month? I think you’ll run out of things to talk about.” Then she explained that by fringe she meant Read More
I want to clear something up. Be a little more precise. About Man-Eaters. About who I am. About chicks just like me. Because there’s this notion. That Man-Eaters. Are Man Haters. (A notion proliferated by young buckettes who don’t yet know themselves.) And it’s really just the opposite. Grown Up Man-Eaters. Are Man Lovers. We love ‘em. Can hardly contain ourselves. Gotta have ‘em. Read More
Gents I have a secret to share with you. Although it appears that Mike Masters has already shared the secret, I’m going to confirm it from a female perspective. Read More
Hi. I’m Mike from the relationship website MiketheMasterDater.com. Recently Skye asked me to write about female double standards in relationships. As I understand it, this particular topic was not one that other guy bloggers were very excited to take off her hands. Why? Because you women are scary!! See proof Read More