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Sex Myths: A Recap Post

Monday, August 30th, 2010

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

The Power of Perception

Where Are All The Asian Porn Stars?

You Can Handle How Many Inches?

Nights in Borocay Part 1

Nights in Borocay Part 2

So You’re a Sex Blogger…Sweeeeet

Guest Post: Demysifying Kink

G-Spot: Myth or Magic?

Did You Come? Yes. And No.

Guest Post: A Hook-Up Is Just a Hook-Up

Myth: I Am Sexually Liberated

Boy Meets Girl

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

SAM SHARPE

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

Sexual Pet Peeves: A Recap Post

Saturday, August 14th, 2010

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

Why Won’t You Look At Me?

Guest Post: Ladies, Drop Your Pants and Your Inhibitions

Do You Like That Baby?

Am I Too Picky?

Guest Post: Killer Crotch Rot

Guest Post: Sit Back, Relax and Enjoy The Ride

A Word On TMIs

Guest Post: Kissing Is an Art Form

Guest Post: Hot and Bothered on Twitter

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

MISTY

My Most Stimulating Date Ever.

I’m basically new to the dating scene, as I was out of circulation, in a seven year relationship up until recently. Now that I’m back in the game, I have to say that things are really different. It seems that technology and the internet have changed the rules a fair bit. Luckily, I’m a woman who readily embraces change… Read More

End of an Era – Truthfully

Saturday, August 7th, 2010

ELIZABETH ROSE

“For ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad” – Aldous Huxley

Last month we did weekly recaps of our first fringe month (to see them click here, here, here and here). So, those of you who browsed some of our dating past then (or the first time around in January), will be familiar with the name Finn. This is the hairy, Irish man who moved me well past my comfort zone at the end of last year. What started off frustratingly slowly, became hot & heavy physically and then having piqued my interest beyond his nether regions and talented tongue… he acted like a total bastard. Read More

Why I LUV POF Vol. 1: Sometimes I Have No Words…

Wednesday, August 4th, 2010

SKYE BLUE

Sometimes the things that happen in my life are so ridiculous that I’m dumbstruck. I actually have no words. I’m talking about things like receiving a love/sex poem – the polar opposite to the romantic poetry our resident Casanova, Sam Sharpe, is known for penning – over text message from a grown ass man (who claimed to be a writer) just one day after meeting him on plentyoffish.com (POF). A man whose only offline contact with me was a single, short and mind-numbingly boring telephone conversation – one that (for the record) did not include any discussion of either love or sex. Read More

June 16th: My Very Own Bloomsday

Sunday, August 1st, 2010

SAM SHARPE

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

Guest Post: I Am the Christopher Columbus of Kink

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

SSDATED

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

It Hurts So Good

Monday, July 26th, 2010

SAM SHARPE

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.

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Recommended Safe Words for Pleasure-Pain Enthusiasts

Sunday, July 25th, 2010

ELIZABETH ROSE

Partaking in pain as pleasure is a personal choice. I like a spanking to frame my orgasm with a short, sharp slap. Others may like something a little more intense and indulge in nipple clamps, beatings, gimp suits and the like. These folks may need a safe word Read More