ELIZABETH ROSE, SAM SHARPE, and SKYE BLUE
By the time you read this Sam and I will be back on Canadian soil and the Met Another Frog European Debauchery Tour will have officially come to an end (fml).
Although it wasn’t Read More
ELIZABETH ROSE, SAM SHARPE, and SKYE BLUE
By the time you read this Sam and I will be back on Canadian soil and the Met Another Frog European Debauchery Tour will have officially come to an end (fml).
Although it wasn’t Read More
ELIZABETH ROSE, SAM SHARPE, and SKYE BLUE
Just in case you missed it, yesterday we hit you with Part 1 of Blasts From Our Dating Past and today we’re bringing you Part 2. But before we get down to it, I’ve got a few things to say on the subject of dating…
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I’m a firm believer in the notion that just because you can do something doesn’t mean that you should. This isn’t a revolutionary concept by any means, but it has really come into stark focus for me in the 10 months that I’ve been contributing to this blog. I mean, it’s an idea that’s applicable to all areas of life but seems especially pertinent when applied to love, sex and dating. And porn.
Another thing that writing for this blog has taught me is that dating is really a matter of trial and error. You win some. You lose some. Hopefully you learn something along the way. I know I have, and I’m sure that Skye and Elisabeth Rose have too. And for every date that’s a perfect 10, there’s a corresponding encounter (or five) that’s an absolute zero. Most of the time our dating lives hover somewhere in between these absolutes, but every so often some frog or prince(ss) comes along to shake things up. With that in mind check out some more of our dating highs and lows.
Sam Sharpe
ELIZABETH ROSE, SAM SHARPE, and SKYE BLUE
Since we had a series of guest writers offering up the good, the bad, and the ugly of their best and worst dates ever this month, we thought that it would only be fair to hit you with some dating stories from our past as well. So, we combed through our archives and picked out a few of our fave posts to share with you – one mo’ time.
Readers I give you Blasts From Our Dating Past, Part 1.
Happy reading!
S
Do You Usually Date Prostitutes?
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?
Come back tomorrow to check out Part 2.
ELIZABETH ROSE, SAM SHARPE, and SKYE BLUE
When it comes to sex, myths, just like pet peeves abound. That’s why we decided to discuss some of the more common myths about sex in the latter half of April.
During that time we touched on everything from kink, race and penis size, the notion of being sexually liberated and the many myths that swirl around us sex bloggers. We even threw in a two-part guest post that featured lady boys and a midget. Fact.
Yes, all in all it was a very interesting two weeks. So, whether you’re seeing it all for the first time or you’re back for a bit of a refresher, we hope that you have as much fun reading the following posts as we had writing ‘em.
Enjoy!
S
Where Are All The Asian Porn Stars?
You Can Handle How Many Inches?
So You’re a Sex Blogger…Sweeeeet
The past few weeks have been crazy interesting. At work, people have been getting laid off left, right and centre. A bit disconcerting to have job security issues when you have a big trip planned. I’ve had several random run ins and encounters with ex girlfriends and ex lovers. Plus, I ran into a dude with whom I used to play summer league basketball. Thing is, he was on the arm of a girl who used to ride me like my name was Flicka. He introduced us. Both the young lady and I played along as if we’d never met. Or tasted each other. But that’s a story for another day. Anyway, all these random encounters, and all this bad date/good date reminiscing we’ve been doing here got me thinking about my strangest “date” ever.
Boy meets Girl. Girl looks like something out of Essence or Jet magazine. Boy likes Girl. Girl meets Boy and feels the same. Boy wants to get her naked. Girl is amenable. Boy asks Girl out. Girl agrees to dinner, drinks and then…Girl lives a 45 minute drive away. Boy hates driving, but is willing to travel for Girl. Boy picks up Girl. Girl looks even better than Boy remembered. Girl gets into car wearing tight jeans, sexy boots and a fitted turtleneck sweater. Girl flashes million dollar smile. Boy watches the curve of her lips. Boy ogles the curves of her body. Boy thanks God that he wore boxer briefs instead of boxers. Read More
ELIZABETH ROSE, SAM SHARPE, and SKYE BLUE
Way back in April, we here at metanothefrog.com decided we would to tackle our fave topic – SEX – again. But before you start rollin’ your eye, talkin’ ’bout “Skye, sex isn’t anything new around here”, let me say this. In April, for those of you who were among the masses of unlucky people who did not yet know we existed, we chose to discuss common myths and pet peeves about sex.
So, primarily for the benefit of those of you who didn’t catch it the first time, we’re recapping all our April posts. First up, the pet peeves. Hit the links below to check out just how little it takes to turn roaring flames of desire into the coolest embers – at least for me, Sam, Elizabeth and our guest posters – in an instant.
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Enjoy,
S
Guest Post: Ladies, Drop Your Pants and Your Inhibitions
This may be hard to believe, but I haven’t done a lot of dating in my life. If you’re confused, allow me to be a little bit more precise. See, I’ve been in several long term committed relationships, peppered with several relatively brief spells of casual, no-holds barred, get in where I fit in liaisons. In fact, until a couple of summers ago when I decided that I would actively choose to be single for at least two years, I had spent 10 of the previous Read More
ELIZABETH ROSE, SAM SHARPE, and SKYE BLUE
We’re finally here folks. It’s time to recap the fourth and final week of Fringe Month 1. And oh, what a week it was… Read More
Cause, baby, these things you’re doing to me
It hurts so bad but, It’s worth all the misery
Cause it hurts so good, don’t you know that
It hurts so good
-Millie Jackson, It Hurts So Good
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It was a silly dance. One repeated over and over and over again. Me meeting her new boyfriends over and over, me forced to pretend that it didn’t matter. Make that, forced myself to pretend. She was always quick to remind me of that, that I didn’t have to sleep with her anymore if I didn’t want to. But she would say that they didn’t understand her like I did. They didn’t touch her like I did. But for Christ sakes how many times can you meet some poor bloke and say, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you” without feeling….something.