The Sweetest Places

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2010-05-12T23:09:00.007-04:00

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STOCKROOM

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2010-05-03T05:44:00.003-04:00

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2010-05-03T04:22:00.004-04:00

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Porn's Prettiest

2010-05-02T05:20:00.011-04:00

SASHA GREY

GEORGIA JONES

w/Faye Regan

STOYA

20 OF THE PRETTIEST WOMEN IN PORN TODAY
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2010-05-01T08:01:00.005-04:00

BUSH VS. NO BUSH
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What Turns You On?

2010-04-21T19:04:00.001-04:00

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Half Hookers

2010-04-16T05:38:00.010-04:00

RACHEL UCHITEL IS NOT A MADAME
[EXCERPTS]
MEN like to hunt, and there is no need to hunt a prostitute. Men like to cheat without strings, and you can’t stop a civilian from falling in love. But Tiger Woods found a way to enjoy the best of both worlds in one type of woman, a Venn diagram of sexual satisfaction. Most of his mistresses lived in a nebulous in-between world. Not prostitutes, no, but just about halfway there. As surely as he has changed the game of golf, so too has Woods exposed the grazing ground of the halfway-hooker, and her natural habitat, the nightclub. [...]

THERE are still rich VIPs in the premium corners of clubs from New York to Miami to Las Vegas, being “introduced” to girls who are not Woods’s girls but who are exactly like most of Woods’s girls. In most cases, there is an exchange, gifts or help for sex—though with celebrities, what the girls receive is often just the privilege of being with a storied name. The Woods scandal has upset the rhythm of this world, upping the stakes and rattling the locals. But you can’t keep wealthy men and pretty girls apart for long. [...]

STEVE Lewis, the former director of Life and current club designer and keeper of the nightlife beat for BlackBook, says this is half-true. They are not exactly pimps and madams, but the VIP hosts know which girls are loose and will place their clients with them. They know which girls will keep quiet. Lewis and others say that VIP hosts will often fly girls they know to events like Sundance for their clients. “Sure, there are girls in Utah,” says Lewis, “but not girls they can trust.”

To be a girl who is trusted, you need a track record of having slept with famous men and not talked about it. [...]

THE floor people, they are just to fill the place up. The celebrities and the athletes and the tycoons are the ones for whom this world is zealously designed. [...]

INDEED, nearly every job at a club is about bringing people in. There are hipster promoters who only bring in hipsters and model promoters who only bring in models, and some promoters daylight as male models. “There are mosquitoes, rats, gnats, leeches, agents, and then you have promoters,” says Steve Lewis. “A promoter is a glorified pimp. But then, everyone’s a pimp.” Some promoters don’t even refer to models as models. Lewis will often get texts that say, “I’ll be rolling deep with about a dozen hookers.” [...]

BOTTLE girls, like VIP hosts, are expected to have client lists. Early in the evening, she will text her clients. I’m working tonight and my favorite D.J. is spinning. Come by! They come because she is pretty and she has flirted with them. Hey, baby. Hey, handsome. You lost weight. Sugar honey sexy baby handsome. They come because she’s someone whose backside they can palm, someone who will kiss them at 3 a.m. between tables. [...]

KIM was making between $1,000 and $3,000 a night in tips. “And that,” she says, “doesn’t include what’s going on behind the scenes.” She smiles, and it is not suggestive but matter-of-fact. “You’re making hooker money, right? So, if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck...” [...]

“IF you say you’re a bottle waitress, it’s better than saying you’re a stripper. But it’s the same thing as being a stripper,” she says. What she means by stripper is someone who is a touchable commodity. There is never money exchanged, but there are gifts the following week. Pairs of Louboutins, Louis Vuitton bags, trips. It’s not unusual for a bottle waitress to take two days off and fly to Vegas with a client. She won’t get fired for that, so long as when they return, the client will spend large at the club. [...]

“AT one point,” Kim says, “every single girl I knew was sleeping with a celebrity. It’s the access. Some of the girls definitely think, ‘He’s going to fly me to California and make me his wife!’ But then most of them are just like, ‘Guess who I just did in the bathroom?’ ” [...]

FOR Kim, the job eventually lost its glow. One night, she was taken off her shift as punishment for not selling enough bottles. The girls are expected to be sociable on their nights off, so she came to the club anyway as a patron with a big client in tow. When his friends left, the client began to grope her. They were kissing and she hated every second and she was being mashed into the couch and when she looked up at one point she saw her manager, watching them. Smiling like he’d forgiven her, he said, “I’m going to leave you kids alone.”

“I felt pimped,” she says.

Another time, at another club, Kim slapped a whale who reached his hand up her skirt and she got fired. Now she works behind a bar. She makes a lot less money. But nobody is touching her. “There’s a whole bar between me and the men now,” she says, and she draws the width with her hands. [...]

GIRLS like her are either dating older men with money or young and good-looking ones without. There is a stupendous symmetry to this. The rich old men want to be young and good-looking and the young ones want to be rich, but both are sleeping with the same girl. [...]

GARCIA says everyone is aware of how it works. “American girls, I take them out to a nice restaurant,” he says, “to the cool clubs, and they’re satisfied with that. That’s what they get out of it. American girls are looking at the kind of wine you order. But Russian girls, they’re after the serious shit. They want the Mercedes. Out at dinner, they’re plotting ahead. They’re calculating. They’re professional.” [...]

THE difference between hookers and half-hookers is that the former will ask for money straight away, and the latter will ask for gifts. They follow the money as the money follows the seasons along the worldwide circuit of bottle service. St. Barts in December, Miami in March, Las Vegas in May. In New York, half-hookers hang out at steak places like Del Frisco’s. Or the Friday-night parties at Le Cirque.

These kinds of girls, this is how you spot them. Garcia says, “You have to look at the discrepancy between her income and her lifestyle. These girls are going to St. Barts in May, Gstaad in winter. Their rent is three grand a month, and they don’t have a roommate. Dresses cost them $1,000, $2,000.” VIP hosts and bottle girls are half-pimps to these half-hookers, using them to keep their clients satiated. While some bottle girls will sleep with patrons, for the most part their interactions are limited to the confines of the club. Party girls are more like freelancers, and sex is their currency. [...]

“THERE is no nightly prostitution” for the half-hookers, says Garcia. “It’s a weekly thing, or a monthly thing. And when both sides have gotten what they want, they move on.” Unlike with true escorts and some bottle girls, these party girls won’t admit what they’re doing. This is because most of them can’t admit it to themselves. Some girls are looking for husbands. Rich ones, but yes, they are looking to settle down. [...]

[COMMENTS]
HOW these ladies of the night are regarded by their benefactors was most accurately described by Tiger Woods, referring to Joslyn James: "You are my f**king whore". For them to think of themselves as something else however, is not surprising.

What amazes is that both the men and women to these goings on come away, the morning after, as having scored some great victory. Particularly the Wall Street guys brag how they scored with some "gorgeous model" while the women revel at having been the chosen one among all her friends. Neither wants to admit it was nothing more than a transaction. Celebs differ from the Wall Streeters in that they believe they are somehow "owed" the female attention and inevitable sex and that they are simply fulfilling the desires of these half-drunk, half ho's.

Guess its not who you are but who you think you are. Everyone already knows what you are.

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THESE kinds of articles are primarily a diversion from the real issue. All of the men that get involved with them are MARRIED. Most, if not all of the women, are not. The MARRIED men have taken wedding vows and have made a promise of faithfulness to their wives til death do them part. It's supposed to be a mutual trust between a husband and a wife, a trust like no other. All of these MARRIED men have broken their promise and betrayed the trust of their wives.

But with articles like this one, too many of you are easily fooled into thinking it's the fault of "these kinds of women", be they half prostitutes, whole, interns or otherwise. It's just a diversion from the real issue; that these MARRIED men cheated on their wives because they WANTED to, of their own free will and choice. If MARRIED men didn't cheat on their wives, these kinds of women would be out of business.

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CALL it what you will, if it walks, talks and functions like a madame then that is what she is. All the creative titles and slants will not change that fact. VIP Hostess can now be called ... Lifestyle Procurer, Entertainment Engineer. They know the truth and so do we, so let's not kid ourselves. And no amount of creative exchange of money for sexual pleasure - direct or indirect - can fool anyone.

Bad Breakup

2010-04-14T21:54:00.006-04:00

SAVAGE LOVE
[03.25.10]
Q: The basics of my life: I'm male, straight, in my mid-20s; I have a twin sister and have been with my girlfriend for three years. I want to break up with my girlfriend for a variety of reasons. I have begun the "it's not working for me anymore" conversation four times. But each time I do, she brings up different sexual fantasies I have confided in her during our relationship. I believe the implication is that if I break up with her, she'll tell people about my fantasies—one in particular.

AND THAT CANNOT HAPPEN UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!!!

The fantasy I am most worried about her revealing is incestuous in nature. When I was about 15, I—on occasion—used mental images of my sister to get off. I never had any romantic or sexual feelings toward her in real life—I was never attracted to her when she was physically present—and once I started sleeping with real girls, my fantasies about my sister ceased. One time, my girlfriend and I got stoned and discussed our most outrageous sexual fantasies; our relationship was different then, more trusting, and I told her about this stuff. I want out of the relationship, but I am terrified of what would happen if she told people, especially my sister. How can I exit this relationship, and how can I contain the damage if she decides to tell people my secret? And is it fucked up that I used to masturbate to thoughts about my twin?

Freaking Fucked Or Fucking Freak?

A: I wish my boyfriend were as easy to manipulate as you are—Jesus, the shit I could get away with.

Anyway, dumbfuck, unless you put your most outrageous sexual fantasies in writing—and you didn't—you're not the one in danger here. Here's what you do: Spend a week in front of a mirror perfecting a look of stunned incredulity, and then go break things off with your girlfriend. Make sure the actual split is big and messy and public. If she attempts to retaliate by telling people about your no-longer- operative sexual fantasies, FFOFF, you slap that look of stunned incredulity on your face and say, "I knew we had a bad breakup, but, my God, what kind of sick piece of shit makes up something like that?"

And yeah, FFOFF, masturbating to thoughts of a sibling is a little fucked-up. But it's not uncommon for teenagers to fantasize about—and, in some disturbing instances, to actualize all over—their siblings. Sex seems scary and new, siblings seem safe and familiar. For most people, early and inappropriate fantasies quickly subside, as they did for you, and most people have the good sense to stuff 'em down the memory hole.

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Muffs Defined

2010-04-02T06:11:00.004-04:00

MUFF
Contrary to popular believe, the word muff is not associated with hair at all. Instead, the word "muff" is an inoffensive, slang word for a vagina. Muffs can range from dainty and tight to floppy and roast beef colored. Some muffs smell fishy or sweaty, and others smell like skin or roses. Some muffs are hairy, others are bare, and some have razor burn or ingrown hairs. Females (and transexuals) of all ages have muffs. There are baby muffs and grandma muffs. Most muffs have a week of bleeding, unless the owner is on some sort of contraceptive (see: Depovera, Seasonal). It is also the root word for Muffdiver, Muffed, and Muffdoctor.

POON
1. Poonana is a little girls vagina, 0-13.
2. Poonani A teenagers vagina, 13-20.
3. Poontang a mature womans vagina (quite good), 20-35.
4. Poonono an old vagina often with large muff, 35-110.

POONTANG
The center of the universe. Part of a female's body located between her legs that is reason why all wars are ever fought. If you aren't getting it you want it, and if you are, it's never enough. Often times it used as the noun in sentence because, let's face it, often times us guys don't care what's all around the poontang as long as it is willing to provide us access to this magical land of wonder.
Let's go get us some poontang!

PUSSY
1. The prime motivating factor in any (straight) males life. Like oxygen, it's only important if you're not getting any. Lack thereof causing depression, anxiety, willingness to do any stupid stunt to get some, and a train of thought that focuses on little but the question of why you're the only one on the planet not getting any.

2. The box a dick comes in.

VAGINA
1. The vagina is a buggy, often catastrophically so, feature of the Female Edition of the Human Being version 1.0. After approximately 13 to 16 years of proper operation, the vagina becomes problematic and starts failing periodically (no pun intended) around once a month. This in turn leads to the corruption (often permanent) of the mental faculties of the host. Whenever this happens, the individual in question is commonly referred to as "a bitch."

2. Something I haven't gotten in a while.

3. My god damn favorite part of my body.
Whenever I get turned on a lot, it starts throbbing, possibly getting wet.
What feels best is to move your fingers quickly just inside of it, teasing her, then quickly shove your fingers in and move your fingers in a "petting" motion, making sure not to just sit there stabbing it, that doesn't feel too hot.

CUNT
For some reason this word really offends people, maybe because of the exceptionally crude sound of the word, or maybe because talking about the female genitalia is still considered unnaceptable. Either way, people cannot seem to comprehend that it is just a word, making it a great thing to say around tight ass pussies to piss them off.

[UrbanDictionary.com]

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2010-03-23T09:06:00.004-04:00

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2010-03-07T03:45:00.004-05:00

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2010-02-23T23:25:00.002-05:00

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2010-02-21T22:05:00.004-05:00

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Porn Games

2009-10-19T00:00:00.006-04:00

PORN AGAIN
[TheStranger.com - Sep.17/09]

MY BOYFRIEND and I have been living together for a year. He knows I am an insecure person when it comes to my body. I'm not overweight, I've been told my whole life how good-looking I am, and my boyfriend tells me he loves my body. We have an active sex life. Here is my problem: I get upset when he looks at porn. I never had a problem with porn until my previous boyfriend (he preferred porn to sex). I wish I could get over this. My boyfriend knows I would love to share pornography together, but he just does it in private.

I suppose I got upset initially because my boyfriend told me on several occasions that he didn't need to look at porn while he was in a relationship, and I believed him. I later saw on our computer that this wasn't true, and he kept denying it until we had an argument. It bothers me that he felt like he had to lie about it.

Any help or ideas would be greatly appreciated to help me get over this.

Feeling Fucking Frustrated

P.S. When I'm alone and I look at the porn my boyfriend watches on the computer, it does turn me on a little and I masturbate thinking about him getting off to it. But I feel bad after I'm done. WTF?

THE USUAL porn de la concorde—the only porn compromise that works—goes like this: He pretends not to look at porn, out of consideration for your feelings, and you pretend to believe him, out of consideration for his. And I would stick that advice on a pike and parade it under your window if it weren't for that amazing little postscript: You're turned on when you check out the porn your boyfriend's been watching, and—this is a very important detail—you masturbate not so much to the porn itself but to the idea that this porn is getting your boyfriend off when you're not around.

WTF? This the fuck: Your erotic imagination has been hard at work, FFF, breaking down your sexual fears and insecurities—about your looks, about porn, about your douchebag ex-boyfriend—and reconstructing them as a fetish. Congratulations, FFF, you've got a kink. It's not an uncommon response: Sometimes our subconscious mind takes the lemons of our sexual insecurities and turns them into delicious bonerade. So what do you do now? You should begin to explore and cultivate—slowly, carefully, thoughtfully—your subconscious mind's efforts to eroticize your boyfriend's porn habits and your own insecurities. Here's how:

He may never want to look at porn with you—he's obviously self-conscious about it, which is why he lied (maybe he had a bad experience with an ex who freaked out about his porn-viewing habits that left him feeling insecure?)—but you've already proven that you two don't have to watch porn together for both of you to get something out of it. He should continue to get off watching porn alone but then intentionally leave the clips for you, perhaps in a dedicated folder. You should look at those clips—alone—and get off watching the porn he watched and tormenting yourself—carefully—with mental images of him getting off to this stuff. Delete the clips you've looked at so that he knows you're getting off, too, and knows to refill your clips folder.

You can turn this problem that you're having with your boyfriend—he's looking at porn, you're masturbating about it—into a game you're playing with your boyfriend. That will give your insecurities an erotic payoff—and that payoff could alleviate or eliminate those bad feelings.

Eat a Fat Rabbit

2009-08-21T23:35:00.006-04:00

VAGINA SYNONYMS
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eater, ponchita, cherry pop tart, fat rabbit, scunt, pee jaws, mingus, The Notorious V.A.G., dugout, babyoven, penis parking, cooter muffin, the promised land, cha cha, the shrine, bitch ditch, fury pink mink, mammal hole, ever-lasting cum stopper, the toothless blow job, happy flappy, wilt chamberlian's daily glove, the code defierthe salt water taffy factory, mommy's pie, the easy bake oven, the deflower patch, the virginator, the schlong sucker, the dea bone patch, the vegitarian's temptation, the vegan store, the blow hole, the pump protector, bag pipe, Spitball Bullseye, meat wagon, pickle stinker, jezebel's smell, yoni, willys haven, scrumpter, peach, sweat box, yeast pocket, penis warmer, tampon tunnel, penis pothole, cucumber canal, egg drop Box, sperm shack, dick dungeon, cock curator, b.o.b.'s bungalow, mommy parts, tuna pot pie, nice slice, peter vise, rack of clam, peters grove, penis purse, grandest canyon, fish dish, banana box, tuna spread, pink portal, count fapula, red river gorge, happy valley, revolving in/out door, baby zipper, richards house, stop-n-pop, bone polisher, packin shack, weiner wrap, clap trap, dildo hotel, axe gash, pearl hotel, sea food six pack, clam canal, coose canal, dick deposit, wand waxer, vidgie, erie canal, candy kiss, gauntlet, round mound of beehound,lick n' stick, lap flounder, tomahawk chop, chin-chin, pachinko, cuntry pie, lip tip, the big casino, one eyed worm hole, amazon forest, cock cave, fuck donut, coochie pop, babby, wet seal, pissy froth hole, bald biscuit, the unmentionable, mans ruin, peeshie, hairy potter, courtney cocksleve, panty hamster,deep pink, jaws of life, gizmo, faith, cock magnet, slippery slide, Meat tunnel, pink heaven, squid, dick basket, hot spot, poochika, pudding, bowl, love cave, squeeze-box, he bone collector, goodie basket, depository, pink turtleneck, bread-box, little debbie, pole hole, pandora's box,snail tracker, cuntzilla, homebase, pud pocket, bear trap, indian bones and the temple of poon, chanch, big montana, noochie, choot, golden valley, nappy roots, dick mitten, mystical fold, red bread, meat locker, douche luge, pushin cushion, cocktease.

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The Sweet Spot

2009-08-16T00:42:00.007-04:00

Demi Moore

Striptease__1996

Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle__2003

44 years old in 2006

THE SWEET SPOT
by Adam Sachs
[GQ - Aug.09]

Somewhere between puberty and Cialis is that perfect moment in a single man’s life when he can date the broadest age group, when he can sleep with 23-year-olds—and their mothers—without being called a creep. He just has to know the rules

“ARE YOU DYIN' ON ME, old man?” the girl says with a sweet, cruel smile.

I am not dyin’. I am coughing.

Trying to muffle another, I spit out a hacking hee-hawish sound:
KARGHHA-HAAA! The laugh-cough is an unconvincing piece of theater, like someone trying to brightly yodel their way through a bout of diarrhea. “Don’t die, old man,” she purrs soothingly, “not right now.…”

Yes, please, not now. Not while she is, unaccountably, here in my bed, making jokes at my expense. She’s lovely. Naked. Twenty-two. She could read to me from Mein Kampf or throw pebbles at my head and I would still consider this an excellent morning to be alive. It occurs to me that I have lived a full 1.5 decades’ more mornings than she has. When she was born, I already had a driver’s license and beginner’s beard. Now I’m a 38-year-old, newly unmarried, formerly baby-tracked bachelor whose friends have summer homes and pictures of pink-cheeked toddlers posted in their Facebook profiles.

How did our paths cross here? The answer is a hitherto uncharted territory in the life of a man, the Sweet Spot, when suddenly you find yourself free to date anyone from recent college graduates to near re-tirees. It begins sometime after your thirty-fifth birthday, though the precise moment is impossible to identify. Suddenly, the pool of available women you can feasibly sleep with expands to include everyone—and her mother. If you are a female born sometime between the launch of Sputnik 1 and the release of Evil Dead II, we could conceivably be getting a drink later.

The Sweet Spot isn’t about love or even happiness. It’s just an observation of fact: For a presumably brief but glorious spell, the man in his late thirties can date more women of more fascinating types and circumstances than at any other time in his life. The discovery is like waking one day to read in the science section of the Times about the existence of a new planet made of salted caramel with rivers of flowing bourbon. For once, good news about getting older! In fact, it’s a fucking miracle.

Young women write their names on napkins in bars, talk earnestly to you about Proust until 6 a.m., and demonstrate Cirque du Soleil–ish tricks with their legs. (At 22 everyone’s a contortionist.) Older women look at you like you’re a warm appetizing pretzel that they probably shouldn’t indulge in but what the hell. Then there are the women your own age. They’re the most suitable and almost always the most fraught. They kill you with their eyes, tell you flat out they’ve smelled your type before, even when they’re sliding next to you into the homeward-bound taxi.

A while ago, two women visited my apartment on successive nights. They sat in the same chair. They ate the same ragù I’d made and frozen for these impromptu dinners. The redhead stayed over. The blond did not. The redhead was talkative, never slept. The blond was skeptical but amused. The blond had a kid about the same age as the redhead. The fact that these two would find their way into my life at all still seems to me slightly surreal, part of the dizzying luck of the Sweet Spot.

A friend of mine is 42, a long-term bachelor who loves the company of women but who flees at the first hint of domesticity. (He’s been at this longer than I have.) I asked him where he saw the age range of the Sweet Spot. “I’ve been with women in their fifties, and as long as I find them attractive, age absolutely doesn’t matter,” he says. “Bodywise, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I appreciated them younger, but not too young. Below 23 or so seems dangerous. I mean, ‘Dude, I just fucked a teenager!’—that is not a high five I want to be on either side of. And I’ve found that if you’re just looking for a fuck buddy, the older-wiser gals are so much better in bed.”

The paradox of the Sweet Spot is that so much of your success depends on your being manifestly Mr. Wrong. Take the 22-year-old who heard the death rattle in my cough. She’s smart, new to the city, on her way up in the world. I am peculiar and old, seasoned with my own special blend of baggage, bruises, and bloat. Not, obviously, boyfriend material. She doesn’t have to think very hard before she jumps in bed with me, because she doesn’t take me that seriously. There’s no need for the standards she’d apply to more suitable mates: Is this person reliable? (I’m not.) Can I picture a future with this guy? (You can’t.) What will my friends think? (They’ll laugh.)
For the 22-to-28 set, I am the Novelty Fuck. What someone like me brings to the deal is an apartment without roommates, and what passes for experience—the kind of little life things (wine-list familiarity, better shoes, less-awkward oral sex) that accrue to someone during those extra 1.5 decades the way sea barnacles attach themselves to a rusty old pier. Maybe most important, the man in the Sweet Spot comes with the unspoken promise that he will not linger. When she’s ready for less novelty, he’s gone, no hard feelings.

For the older woman, he’s another kind of escape, a harmless indulgence, and wrong in a whole different way. For husband material or even a steady date, she’ll look to someone older and more stable—someone with a track record of an orderly life. There’s a woman who comes to see me now and then. She is divorced and lives in the suburbs with her young son. With girls in their twenties, there are endless nights out and 4 a.m. booty calls. By contrast, the divorcée calls the week before. In her large Goyard overnight bag she brings rib-eye steaks marinating in Ziploc bags, a bottle of red, something expensive to wear to bed. After dinner we sit around and talk about travel and divorce. Never once do we mention seeing each other in circumstances other than these infrequent house calls. “I remember this,” she says, looking around my small apartment. “I remember your life.” For her I am the Vacation Fuck, a reminder of a time without so many adult responsibilities and a little fun with someone who isn’t offering or expecting anything more.

A newish friend of mine—let’s call him the Very Smart Man—I met in Buenos Aires. The VSM had sold some businesses and moved to Argentina to start some new ones and figure out what life is supposed to be about. Along the way, he learned how much more interesting he’d become with age. “When I was 25, I had no clue what I wanted,” he says. “So the girls who knew they wanted a family and kids weren’t interested in me. And the girls who wanted something nontraditional were fucking drummers and getting lower-back tattoos. But at 39, I am fucking fascinating.”

In the interest of research, I called another young lady I’d had some fleeting involvement with last year. Nothing much happened, but I’d always liked her and respected the way that she looked at me like I was a total idiot. She wasn’t shy about addressing our fourteen-year age gap. “First of all, I never thought you were stupid,” she says kindly. “But you were surely full of shit.” She agreed that “with an older guy, you forgo the normal screening you might apply to a prospect for a long relationship. Dating someone older is like dating a flight attendant—not someone you’d commit to, but they’re fun to be around.”
The scary, alluring thing about women my age is that we’re not necessarily wrong for each other. And so the suitability calculus is always applied: Am I a good bet? Am I fixable? The honest answer: Who knows?

What we all realize, though, is that the baby clock is real, and so these relationships tend to get intense fast. The road forks two ways: marriage or tears. If you were committed to living out the Sweet Spot for as long as it lasted, the kindest, most honest thing to do would be to avoid any marriage-minded woman in this middle demographic. But compatibility is hard to ignore. I asked a 37-year-old I dated how it looked from her end. “I think I like people or I don’t,” she said. “The unfair part is I now have to make quicker decisions about whether someone is capable of being serious with me. The stakes have changed even though I don’t feel like I have.”

My own fear is that, spoiled by choice, I’ll just keep chasing the fun until it isn’t fun anymore, until I’ve become so adept at charming my way into and out of emotional entanglements that where I end up is nowhere. The Sweet Spot is sweet precisely because it can’t last forever. There is a line between Happy-Go-Lucky and Oily Perma-Bachelor, our own ticking countdown to cheesiness and desperation. Maybe the line isn’t a particular age but a vestigial hope that there’s someone out there we can truly connect with. “The fear,” says a friend of mine who is eternally unsatisfied but tirelessly optimistic, “is that while we’re busy pursuing this porn life, the real thing is love and making a family, and that’s all passing us by.” Writes the VSM from Buenos Aires: “I do sometimes worry that I’m not going to have a chair when the music stops. But part of me thinks: Keep it up for as long as possible and hope to die young.” I’m pretty sure he’s not joking.

ADAM SACHS wrote about how to survive a long night of drinking in the April issue.

Sugar Kitty Corsets

2009-08-09T23:54:00.004-04:00

Victoria

Francesca

Victoria Monster Mash

Abigail II

Photo sets
Official site

On Your Knees

2009-08-03T04:04:00.003-04:00

FACE TIME
[Savage Love - Jne.09]

I am a fairly successful man. I don't make bank like Wall Streeters back in the day, but I haven't been hungry since college. My girlfriend is younger. We met when she was in grad school. Like many recent grads, she's not steadily employed, in debt, and driving an unsafe car. So I support her, house her, feed her, and pay her bills (medical, etc.). She needed to pay off her credit-card debt—28 percent interest rate!—so she took work stripping and later as an escort. Through escorting she was able to pay off her credit-card debt in a month.

Now some guys would find this distressing, but I found it kind of hot. Here's the thing: After she paid off her credit-card debt, she stopped escorting. I'd like her to continue part-time until she finds a career. She's mixed on this. We would like to buy a house and make things more permanent, but our income isn't enough to do that if she's making waitress wages. I guess it boils down to this: I would prefer to be with a sex worker than a waitress. I'd rather she make $200/hour on her back than $10/hour on her feet. She says she has issues with sex work. What do you think?

Perhaps I'm Mildly Perverted

I don't think it's up to me, PIMP, or you. And I would hope that your girlfriend, who's financially dependent on you at the moment, doesn't return to sex work because she feels coerced.

But I can certainly appreciate your point of view. There are men out there who're turned on by the idea of their girlfriends/wives having sex with other men; some men are turned on by the idea of their girlfriends/wives being paid for sex. You're clearly one of those guys. And you're within your rights to share this information with your girlfriend and to try to convince her to return to sex work. Because your fantasies of sex work—of her doing sex work—turn you on. And, again, that's fine. But you could make a more convincing case, PIMP, if you were better acquainted with the realities of sex work.

You should start sucking off strange men for money.

You'll have to service men, I'm afraid—while lots of men fantasize about being paid to have sex with women, there's a fatal supply-and-demand problem. Simply put: There are just too many men out there willing to give it away for free. That created a glut on the supply side, which has distorted the market, as there's more than enough free straight cock out there to meet the needs of straight women.

So you'll be giving head to dudes, PIMP. And after you've choked down a few hundred loads, you can go back to the girlfriend and say, "Sex work isn't so bad!" with some credibility. And if you keep doing sex work after you've sucked off scores of men you're not attracted to—men who may or may not have treated you with respect, men who may have very different standards of personal hygiene than you do—that might convince your girlfriend to continue to pursue sex work for your amusement.

Good luck.

Brazilian Girls

2009-07-16T03:05:00.009-04:00

Brazilian Girls in Bikinis
Brazilian Facebook Girls

The Girls of Rio de Janeiro
Girls and guys in Brazil are generally very sexually liberated. The men of Brazil worship the bundha, or ass. This is evident in Carnival but also in all of Brazilian culture. Brazil's most famous dance, the samba, is a sensual dance that demonstrates this point of view.

True Stories: Brazilian Girls
Getting laid in Rio is harder than you think.

PLAYLIST
1. 2008 Women of Brazil Swimsuit Calendar
2. Danca Brasil Samba Show
3. Brazilian Girl Dancing Samba

Nicole Scherzinger

2009-07-13T03:30:00.004-04:00

Sexy SL

2009-07-08T04:43:00.005-04:00

[flickr.com]

Scott Elrod

2009-06-08T03:59:00.007-04:00

ET Interview
Men in Trees

Milla

2009-05-20T02:17:00.003-04:00

Milla Jovovich

Nude

2009-05-07T17:35:00.003-04:00

[fashion156.com]

Megan Fox

2009-05-05T03:39:00.008-04:00

Bikini Vid - Esquire
Bikini Vid - GQ

Vaginad

2009-05-05T00:20:00.003-04:00

Tom Ford cologne
Photog: Terry Richardson

Bedroom Eyes

2009-05-05T00:13:00.006-04:00

Coco Rocha

Nude

2009-05-05T00:10:00.004-04:00

Isabeli Fontana

Erotica

2009-05-04T23:59:00.005-04:00

Photog: Sølve Sundsbø

Torn About Porn

2009-04-23T01:46:00.010-04:00

Sasha Grey

Porn!...is Not Allowed?

Pornocalypse Now
by Douglas Haddow
(Excerpt)

Let me entertain you with a fantastic scenario – If Orwell had been born in 1984 rather than 1903, he would be a member of a subset of young men whose lives have been framed by two critical shifts in the mental landscape: the collapse of the global superpowers (USSR/US) and the rise of the pornography industry. Obviously there are countless events that have shaped the world in the past quarter century, but in terms of timing and impact, none have had such a profound effect on the average G8 20-something as the reshaping of conflict and sexual narratives. Just as the war on terror mainstreamed the notion of war without actual war, the pornography industry has successfully popularized sex without sex. [...]

And so it began. My virgin eyes were submerged into an ocean of luma-chroma sex acts and the outrageous poetics of consumerist eros: turgid hard-ons mechanically harpooning seeping vaginal canals and gracefully spraying sperm streams atop mountainous titties with their omnipresent nipple peaks. [...]

But the tasseography of the news ticker was of no interest, the television had become redundant and outdated. I was 14 and a friend had just gotten a 14.4 US Robotics dial-up modem – our ticket to unchecked informational freedom and, more importantly, thousands of pictures of naked women.

In tune with my demographic dropping its collective nutsack, pornography transformed from a primarily physical medium into a limitless stream of easily accessible imagery. Production costs bottomed out, profits exploded and a booming transnational porno industry came into its own.

The mass appeal of Deep Throat-era sex cinema hits was resurrected in the form of downloadable masturbation resources. Only now, rather than experiencing sex media in a gender-inclusive mainstream setting, Internet pornography catered primarily to the individual male’s niche desires. Jerk-off fantasies were the dominant leitmotifs of the early Internet – its raison d’être. The Internet was, and still is, for porn. In the ever-expanding webiverse, pornographic imagery supplied the perfect vacuum in which blogs, social networking and YouTube could come into existence. Buoyed by this exponential growth and the backing of media conglomerates like News Corp, the production of hard-core video increased by 700 percent from 1992 to 2005, with worldwide revenues clocking in at nearly $100 billion. Porn had officially arrived, and its enviable profit margins forced “legit” mass media to gradually conform to the aesthetic of its fleshy contours.

It was as if the white noise of consumerism had turned a shade of hot pink. All of a sudden the leader of the free world was evoking Peter North via René Magritte à la “this is not a blow job.” Soon after, the world gasped as two giant metal phalluses penetrated the twin monoliths of capitalist civilization. A blockbuster snuff film to ring in the new century, the “I can’t look but I must” sensation of the 9/11 tape loop would go on to serve as the stylistic precursor for 2 Girls 1 Cup. [...]

A Wisconsin-born, cowboy hat-wearing opportunist, Max Hardcore took advantage of the mid ’90s amateur boom and has steadily pushed the limit ever since. His work foreshadows the style of video (no plot and little pretense) that now dominates Internet upload sites: an increasingly violent performance style dubbed “abuse porn.” [...]

I continue to surf, looking for a video that features Sasha Grey, who should be calling me for an interview at any moment. Grey, 21, is the porno industry’s public relations wet dream come true. She has already performed in over 100 adult films and stars in Steven Soderbergh’s arthouse feature The Girlfriend Experience. She’s slated to be the “next Jenna Jameson,” and might be the first porn star to successfully convert her adult video (AV) celebrity into a legit acting career. What interests me about Grey is that she represents a notable shift in the pornographic ideal – she doesn’t project the typical persona that we’ve come to accept as the standard AV schtick. She’s young and calculated and delivers performances that are provocatively masculine. A quick Google reveals that her personal brand is rooted in the alternative. She’s done an American Apparel advertising campaign, promotes herself as a quasi-postfeminist intellectual and frequently name-drops the likes of Jean-Luc Godard and Jean-Paul Sartre.

The first video that pops up is titled Sasha Grey Anal. I click play figuring it will provide a good warm-up for our phoner. It starts with a close-up of Grey’s lips and she is directly addressing the viewer:

“I want to be your sex slave, I want you to hurt me, I want you to make me cry. I’ll do anything, anything at all, whatever you want, I’m such a fucking whore, I need to train, I need to be broken, I want you to fucking hurt me.”

A couple of minutes later some dude is holding the camera and staring down at Grey, who is staring up at us while giving one of her trademark ‘throat fuck’ blowjobs. She sounds like she’s choking, and the dude starts to drag her by the hair with his cock still in her mouth.

Then the phone rings, not in the video, but in my apartment. It’s her, the real Sasha Grey, as opposed to the porno-world Sasha Grey flickering on my laptop.

“What does the word pornographic mean to you?”

“To me it’s not just people having sexual encounters, or pictures of people having sex in magazines. More than half of the news we see on television today is pornographic because it’s not real news. It’s pure junk for the mind…They are manipulating the audience to feel a certain way. It’s all encompassing. American Idol is pornographic, completely exploiting people’s talent or lack of talent for television ratings.”

On screen, Sasha is gagging on a dildo that the dude has just pulled out of her ass. “Choke yourself on it” he says. I skip ahead a few minutes and Sasha is presenting to the viewer a rather apt existential dilemma:

“Is that what you fucking want? You want this filthy whore’s tight little asshole?"

The real Sasha Grey says in my left ear:

“… I think we’re still very repressed, especially in America. It comes back to what does pornography mean. In Europe there are more films that have to do with sexuality than violence and here in America it is the opposite. And I think we can sell sex all day on television, in magazines and on billboards but when it comes down to it people are still afraid to talk about their sexuality …”

“So are we lacking an important dialogue?”

“Definitely, It’s still embarrassing. If you try to speak with a Midwest housewife, or a young 20-something from the Midwest and say cunt or pussy she is going to freak out, even if you say vagina – for some of them, the word vagina is a disgusting, vile word. You have to say ‘down there.’ It’s really bizarre.”

The calm, thoughtful tone of her voice creates an unsettling sensual cocktail when mixed with the vacancy of her pixilated hazel eyes, an oasis of “the real” in a desert of unreality. [...]

The Sasha Grey brand is an ideal vehicle for the normalization of porn because she’s a willing industry activist who genuinely believes that the consumption of her videos promotes a positive understanding of sexual health.

But has our outlook on sex become so pornofied that we’re willing to accept 20 minutes of vacuous anal sex as sex-positive edutainment? Although porn has been embraced by feminists looking to shrug off the failures of the Dworkin era, the discussion that predominates current analysis of the medium tends to ignore the nature of the industry’s core demographic: males, aged 18-29.

If the average porn consumer – a male North American, Japanese or European 20-something – were to walk into a doctor’s office and receive a virility exam, the results would be abysmal. Due to our toxic living standards and the prevalence of untested chemicals in the social environment, the male gender has recently entered into rapid physiological and genetic decline.

In affluent, industrialized nations, the birth of males has dropped every year for the past 30 years. Genital defects, learning disabilities, autism, ADD and a variety of other afflictions have all skyrocketed in males while remaining comparatively low in females. But perhaps the most telling indicator of the male plight comes down to that which is essentially synonymous with the pornographic: sperm. The average Gen Y bro has a sperm count that is 50 percent lower than his father’s and, of the few spermazoids he does have, 85 percent of them are genetically damaged. According to Dr. Fernando Marina, fertility expert at Barcelona’s CEFER Reproduction Institute, if this trend continues, all men will be infertile within 60 years.

On a genetic level, the male gender is crumbling, which almost seems natural when one considers the fragmented state of modern masculinity. [...]

Rather than making a conscious effort to resituate “the masculine” in the context of rising gender equality, heterosexual men have in many ways fallen into a subconscious, anti-feminine counterrevolution. [...]

The porn industry, now bigger than Hollywood and pro sports combined, has facilitated the transformation of sex into a liquid consumer good. There is nothing left to separate the individual from the market and the industry’s success has also produced a feedback loop that results in its own intensification. In order to compete with porn, the mainstream media appropriates the pornographic, which in turn forces porn producers and websites to create more vicious and chaotic content. The mainstream becomes porn and porn gradually edges closer to snuff.

Of course very little of this sexual media reflects reality in any way. When watching hard-core porn, one is struck by the message it so desperately attempts to communicate: sex is boring. And the more violent the porn, it seems, the more anti-sex its message. But could anything be further from the truth? Isn’t having sex with another living, human being the one thing that provides the most intense connection with the present moment?

As our surroundings become inundated with pornographic imagery aimed at keeping us plugged into the feedback loop, it’s easy to get distracted from what’s going on beyond all the hot pink noise. It’s in this fog of fake fucking that man sleepwalks closer toward an abyss of genetic implosion, environmental destruction and total economic collapse.

But crisis can precipitate change, and what needs to occur now is the genesis of a new “masculinism” – a philosophy of man that embraces the achievements of feminism and strives to reconnect with the real.

Since the beginning of America’s recession, over 80 percent of those who’ve been laid off have been men. This ironic byproduct of pay inequality provides a couple of great opportunities: the chance for a radical shift in gender relations, and the chance for men to rediscover how to subsist outside of the tyranny of consumer ease.

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COMMENT [adbusters.org]

I found the article interesting. Only yesterday I was sitting with mostly male mates at a pub and we got on to discussing porn and strippers, as the proceeding night had seen some of us attend a buck’s night for another friend, which consisted of stippers, topless waitresses and porn all night. Let me tell you, I hate going to buck’s nights. Beer and boobs is not the penultimate or ultimate experience in my life…maybe I’m wrong and will have an epiphany watching Xporn at 2am?!

It turns out, every guy at the table, gets nothing from porn or strippers.

I personally find nothing more lonely and emasculating than ‘rubbing one out’ while watching some porn via my laptop. I’m not a prude, conservative or born again. It makes me feel sick, not liberated that I can find free porn on the internet. I used to think that it was great. If I were horny and needed some release but didn’t have anyone to help me. After some time I realised it made me feel even more alone than before. Even more isolated from humanity. How foolish I was to believe that I could find an intimate connection with a recording of people whom I don’t know, and watch them fuck each other? How did I get this idea in my head that it could be something worthwhile to do with my time?

At the moment I have a girlfriend, and I have noticed that some of my actions in the sack have been influenced by the porn I have watched on the web. I do not watch porn now. I just went online to read some more on Sasha Grey, fortunately I only lasted about 2 mins and found something more positive to do with my time like get back to studying for my MA.

I’m not sure who is worse off, guys or girls in this dilemma. We have created it equally (I think) as there needs to be at least 1 female in each video. Are they victims, part of the puzzle or equally involved? Instead of hipsters harping on about how bad the world is and shopping themselves into nirvana, we can as the sages say ‘cultivate the opposite virtue’. Hey, it could be fun to actually stand up and become who we are meant to, not conditioned by the veils of ignorance and media hype to consume. We have a choice, it’s basic and fundamental. Don’t forget that. You either tune in to porn or do something else with your very valuable but brief moment on this earth. Porn is not going away. But it doesn’t mean you have to watch it or engage with it. It’s a monster, just like the ones that used to hide in your closet or under your bed.

Good luck…to all of us!!!

Peace

People talk about how women are treated as a result of guys watching porn and expecting to be able to engage in degrading acts. But what is this doing to men? How are we supposed to feel and act when it seems most of the porn out there is violent in some way?

And when does it become violence (with a bit of sex) ? And not porn with violence?Someone sent me a link to ‘ultimate surrender’. I thought I had seen everything until I was watching women fight each other for the right to fuck the loser.

Wo, my head spins just wondering about what lies around the corner.

Know the Ropes

2009-04-21T04:18:00.008-04:00

Cupboard Cat

Milk & Honey

Japanese Bondage
Kinbaku is the word for "erotic bondage" or Kinbaku-bi which means "beautiful bondage". Kinbaku (also Sokubaku) is a Japanese style of sexual bondage or BDSM which involves tying up the bottom using simple yet visually intricate patterns, usually with several pieces of thin rope usually hemp or jute (generally 6 mm or 8 mm in diameter).

The word Shibari came into common use in the West at some point in the 1990s to describe the bondage art Kinbaku. Shibari is a Japanese word that literally means "to tie" or "to bind". It is used in Japan to describe the artful use of twine to tie objects or packages.

Japanese Bondage (kinbaku) is said to differ from Western bondage in that, instead of just immobilizing or restraining the bottom, the bottom gains pleasure from being under the pressure and strain of the ropes, squeezing the breasts or genitals.

The aesthetics of the bound person's position are also important: In particular, Japanese bondage is distinguished by its use of asymmetric positions to heighten the psychological impact of the bondage. There are examples found among Western bondage enthusiasts such as John Willie.

Western full-body bondage also uses long lengths of rope and the type of rope has changed over the years: cotton was used early on, then nylon became popular in the 1980s or 1990s, followed by multi-filament polypropylene (MFP) ropes. Compare this to Japanese bondage techniques, in which multiple pieces of natural vegetable fiber rope (hemp, jute, or linen) of 7 meters are used. Traditional Hojōjutsu the martial art employed by the Samurai uses no knots whatsoever, while modern Japanese-inspired Western bondage uses relatively simple knots (requiring only about two to five types.).

With its roots firmly in Japan, Kinbaku has gained popularity, being taught by teachers (sensei) all over the world.

The origins of Shibari were not erotic or pornographic - it was a Japanese form of imprisonment, used by Samurai (approx 1400s-1700s). There were four basic principles:

- Not to allow a prisioner to slip their bonds
- Not to cause any physical or mental injury
- Not to allow others to see the techniques
- To make the result beautiful to look at

It was in the late 1800s/1900s that the true erotic bondage evolved into the many facets of what you can find today.

LeeZu Baxter by Newdoll

Bondage for Sex
There are a lot of books out there for people interested in exploring bondage. A lot of ties look good, but if you want to actually have sex with your partner many of them won't leave you the access you need. This book is the first that I've found to lay out ties that allow for easy sexual positioning.

The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage
"Rope Bondage." Say those words out loud at a party, and most conversations within earshot will likely pause or stop. However, this is often a misunderstood art, an ancient craft that can convey a variety of meanings and experiences for those that choose to explore it, whether you opt to tie or be tied.

Two Knotty Boys Showing You the Ropes: A Step-by-Step, Illustrated Guide for Tying Sensual and Decorative Rope Bondage
The "boys" have a perfect background: an industrial rigger and a climber, both backgrounds require safety as the basis for everything. The both love bondage and have taught many, many classes. This means they have learned how to teach the techniques to hundreds of others. It shows in the layout of the book. Simple step by step photos that match the written instructions. No matter what the level of the reader, this book will make you better.

Vogue Paris Calendar 2007

Luca Termine

2009-03-19T01:33:00.003-04:00

Luca Termine

Burke & Carrere

2009-03-05T14:39:00.007-05:00

Brooke Burke

Tia Carrere

Fetish Models

2009-03-01T21:01:00.004-05:00

Darenzia

Raven-haired Darenzia has all the qualities we look for in one of our top 10 modern fetish models: She specializes in that ultra-feminine kind of sexy we associate with fetish models. On her website, Darenzia proclaims: "I simply adore being a girl." That's evident from all the shots of the former ballerina in lacy lingerie and sexy stockings.
Darenzia has a wild side too, however, as she states: "As far back as I can remember, I've been obsessed with latex." That's funny, because since the moment we first saw Darenzia in a skin-tight racing outfit, we've been obsessed with latex too.
Darenzia

Dita Von Teese

There's a certain timelessness to Dita Von Teese's sex appeal. Of all the women on our list of the top 10 modern fetish models, Dita, more than any other model, recreates the appeal of early fetish models like Bettie Page. The beautiful brunette also has experience as a burlesque performer, and her seductive artistry is evident in her pictures. She has the ability to be sexy and ladylike at the same time, making her a sure thing on our list.
Dita Von Teese
New Orleans Burlesque

Top 10: Modern Fetish Models

Nude

2009-02-12T02:07:00.001-05:00

Hilary Rhoda
Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue 09

Padma Lakshmi

2009-02-06T03:20:00.004-05:00

Ebony Eyes

Fetish

2009-01-22T04:43:00.006-05:00

Shibari: Japanese rope bondage
Shibari means "to tie or bind" in Japanese. In the 1990s this word became the term used in Western culture to describe the Japanese art of Kinbaku (sexual bondage). [bondage.com]

Once used to describe objects and charms, "fetish" now has very different connotations.

Role play is about control - either having it or relinquishing it.

Vacuum Cube_$1,049.95

Madame S

Fetishism is like normal sex (if in fact "normal sex" exists) - it's whatever works for you.

[pics: dockera.com]

FETISH
by David Bramwell
(excerpt)

Introduction
To the outsider looking in, the fetish scene can seem risible, intimidating, degrading and even dangerous. After all, why would anyone in their right mind dress in clothes that made it hard to walk, subject themselves to a painful flogging, put their partner on a leash, or degrade themselves by licking a stranger's boots? Isn't the fetish scene just some ridiculous freak show?
And of course, in many ways it is. But to dismiss fetishism as a gimmick or fashion is to totally miss the point; it is in fact a new and evolving erotic language. It exists outside of the everyday world of TV, junk food, piped elevator music, celebrity gossip, the intrusion of cell phones and all that deadens our senses.

To question why a masochist likes to be beaten is to ask why a mountaineer likes to climb. Isn't it the experience of life many of us are seeking?
Whether through intense sadomasochistic play or scaling a mountain, it's the challenge, endurance, and sheer exhilaration of feeling alive that draws people in. And one of the many attractions of the fetish scene is that by subverting gender roles, blurring the distinction between pain and pleasure, turning violence into expressions of love, tenderness and devotion, it transcends the duality of everyday life and allows us, for a time at least, to be someone entirely different. For others, like the destitute painter driven by passion to continue with his art despite hardship and failure, fetishism is simply a desire within that refuses to be ignored.

Fetish definition
The word "fetish" derives from the Portuguese feitico, meaning "false power". It was first used in the 15th century by European colonialists to describe the objects, charms and dolls used as talismans by many of the African tribes they encountered.
These "fetishes", revered and worshiped by the tribespeople, were believed to have strong, magical powers; an idea dismissed as superstitious nonsense by the colonialists, who viewed such practices as un-Christian.
In their eyes the Africans were worshiping false idols, and the word "fetish" became used as a term of mild ridicule.

What is a fetish?
You may prefer big breasts to small ones, fellatio over penetrative sex; enjoy the feel of satin against your skin when lovemaking or dressing up in kinky underwear to give your partner (and yourself) a bit of a thrill. For most people these kinds of activities add excitement to bedroom games, keeping the libido alive. If, however, you regularly fantasize about ritualized erotic scenarios, or have some item you consider an essential part of your sexual play (you regularly fantasize about being dressed in leather and tied up for intercourse, for example), then this may be considered as a fetish.
While fetishism was once defined as the eroticizing of inanimate objects, such as stiletto heels, rubber or whips, nowadays it's widely considered that pretty much anything can be fetishized.

Since the early days of Freudian psychology, many theories have been developed in an attempt to explain fetishism. That it's linked to traumatic childhood experiences and the sexualizing of our fears remains the common theory.
Other theories link fetishism to overbearing parents, or drone on about how crawling at our mother's feet as babies can lead to the eroticizing of shoes. And while theories of this kind are worthy of consideration, they all seem to be rather stark - a bit like a scientist trying to tell us that love is merely a survival instinct, the result of chemical changes in our brains. Fetishism can't be explained away any more than love, music, dance or drama. It's a mysterious ritual, a performance, a private play between two or more people; an act of worship, both absurd and sublime.

As the Hindus say, "Life is a musical; the point is to dance." And when you take part in a fetish ritual you re-enter that world of the subconscious and you get lost in the dance.

Fetish Terminology
>B&D - Bondage and discipline.
>BDSM - Bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism.
>Contract - A verbal or written formal agreement between sub and dom/domme.
>Dom - A male dominant. Also known as a master.
>Domme - A female dominant. Also known as a domina or dominatrix.
>Dom/me's disease - Known on the scene as when "a domme gets her head stuck so far up her ass she has to have it surgically removed," i.e. is too egomaniacal.
>D&S - Domination and submission.
>Newbie - A newcomer to the BDSM scene.
>Play - To take part in fetish/BDSM-related activities with a partner or others.
>Play space - Any place that is regularly used for S&M games.
>Power exchange - The surrender of a sub's independence to his or her dom/me.
>Pro domme - A professional dominatrix.
>RL - Real life.
>S&M - Sadism and masochism.
>The scene - The whole arena of BDSM and fetish, the clubs and groups that promote it, the people who play, and the philosophy behind it.
>Slave - Another word for submissive, although to some it can refer specifically to a submissive who is in a longterm BDSM relationship.
>SSC - Stands for Safe, Sane and Consensual.
>Sub - A submissive in a relationship. Also known as the bottom or slave.
>Switch - A person who enjoys playing the role of both sub and dom/me (although not at the same time, obviously).
>Training - The ongoing process of teaching and learning that takes place between a slave and his or her owner.
>Vanilla - A person who isn't into or interested in the fetish scene.

Fetish Dictionary
The fetishizing of particuar objects or scenarios is also sometimes referred to as "paraphilia"; this chapter details a few of the more unusual paraphilias:
>Acomoclitic - Hairlessness
An acomoclitic (or smoothie) favors hairlessness, particularly in the genital area.
>Agalmatophilism - Mannequins
An agalmatophile is a person who eroticizes scenarios related to mannequins, robots or motionless bodies.
>Coitus Interfermoris - Rubbing
Better known as frottaging, dry humping or scrumping, this involves non-penetrative sexual gratification through the rubbing of the genital area against those of a partner's while one or both are fully clothed.
>Forniphilia - Furniture
This is a form of sexual objectification in which the dom/me turns his or her slave into a piece of "human furniture."
>Pygophilia - Ass Worship
Another one almost exclusive to the guys, this is the unadulterated joy of kissing, licking, caressing and worshipping a lady's bottom; it's also known as "booty worship".
Fetish by David Bramwell

Also:
Fetish Books
9 Sex Fetishes You Probably Didn't Know Existed
10 of the Most Bizarre Sexual Fetishes on Earth
Fetish Nation
Fetishlink
House of Harlot

Erotica

2009-01-01T23:37:00.002-05:00

(dockera.com)

...Say Nothing at All

2008-12-23T07:15:00.003-05:00

Strobist and a Laptop by A.J. French_flickr.com

The Class Act: "Did you know that I had no intention of proposing to you? I bought the ring from Walmart as a cheap gift to placate you."

The Giver: "at least I know have a cool story about the relationship that came to an end when a girl got frusturated at not being eaten out. :P"

The Psychoanalyst: "That's why you'renot a good lawyer and why I can tell form the get-go you have low self worth and were brought up in a narcissistic family that made you feel you needed to become a lawyer to have a 'title' to feel good about yourself."

The Addiction Counselor: "I still think your a beautiful girl and when you lose a few pounds and tone that body up, your gonna be stunning. Just don't give up. Try and get addicted to hitting the gym."

Crap Email From a Dude

Fool Around

2008-12-15T11:17:00.010-05:00

Our First Bondage kit
$40.00
Fabric blindfold? Check! Fabric wrist and ankle cuffs with Velcro latches and nylon bondage extensions? Check! Night in a hotel with a lover you won't soon forget? Check!
Good Vibrations

Tingler Jr. head massager
$10.00
Lightweight version of the popular Tingler soothes aching heads while being lighter on the wrist.

Ring O! cockrings
$2.50 ea.
Simple, squishy and easy to use, these cockrings stretch to fit anyone.

Pleasure Feather
$7.00
Tickle and tease your fancy with this sexy handful of feathers. Great when combined with a blindfold.

Feather Cuffs
$15.00
Lead your partner into willful submission with the softness of these lightweight marabou wrist cuffs.

52 Weeks of Naughty Nights
$12.00
Couples game consists of a satin pouch filled with 52 scratch-and-win cards with naughty IOUs, suggestions, coupons, gestures and more.

Hot Heart
$12.00
Bend the disk inside and the liquid crystallizes and heats up. Use for a warm massage or as a heat pack.

Fascinator Shag Throe
$85.00
One side is satin, the other side is fake fur and in between is a moisture-proof barrier. Other colors may be special ordered.

Sexopedia by Anne Hooper
$30.00
From foreplay to fantasies and from the Kama Sutra to fetishes, this richly illustrated manual is guaranteed to both stimulate and inspire.

The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy by Violet Blue
$14.95
Whether you're looking for an endless supply of fantasy ideas or expert advice for a playful, imaginative sex life that turns you both on, this charming and information-packed book will tell you exactly what you need to know.

Tickle His Pickle by Sadie Allison
$14.95
The penis instruction manual that should come with every guy - all the highly orgasmic touches and techniques that'll rev up your passion and spark the reddest, hottest, lustiest sex ever!

The Joy of Erotic Massage by the Sinclair Institute
$28.00
With just the right touch, erotic massage can be even more pleasurable - and satisfying - than other forms of sexual activity.

High on Heels w/Dita von Teese DVD
$36.00
Sascha is a shoe salesman, and the customers who come into his shop are his wildest dreams come true! Bitchy and dominant, these goddesses in high heels drive the poor guy crazy.

Photography for Perverts by Charles Gatewood
$27.95
Legendary fetish and sex subculture photographer Gatewood comes out of the closet - about his photographic secrets, that is!

Spanish Dirty Dice
$5.00
Practice your language skills with this sexy game. Two glow-in-the-dark dice, one marked with body parts and the other with action words.

Flipper vibrator
$36.00
Let Flipper do tricks for you! She can vibrate or be used as a non-vibrating dildo with a handle (if you remove the mini vibe).

Thora vibrator
$12.00
Bullet vibe has four speeds/pulsation settings (escalation, pulsation, low and high) and just enough of a handle to give you a really good grip.

Jewel mini vibrator
$14.00
If clean, smooth and simple is your speed, then this is the toy for you.

Posh vibrator
$16.00
Press the button to turn it on and float away on a cloud.

Greta vibrator
$26.00
Uniquely-shaped, futuristic-looking bullet vibe features vibration patterns (some steady, others pulsating or teasing) as well as a speed controller.

Magic Touch cockring kit
$16.00
Comes with a mini vibe that slips inside the jelly cockring for hands-free, clit-rocking fun!

Becks vibrator
$18.00
Outfitted with lots of nubbies for extra texture and stimulation.

Ellen dildo
$40.00
One end of this velvety toy is straight and smooth, the other is curved for G-spot stimulation.

Bob butt plugg
$42.00
Made of delectably supple silicone, this toy has a nice angle for hitting the prostate and a loop to help you keep your grip.

Tease vibrator
$22.00
Portable, waterproof and has seven vibratory functions.

Porter dildo
$30.00
This soft touch dildo has an internal rod that bends to almost any curve.

Bondage rope
$12.00
Ties very easily, soft on the skin and machine washable.
early to bed

Liberator Esse chair
$425.00
Perfection in positioning, a love-craft with killer curves and serious style. Various colors available.

bWarm sensual massage candle
$19.00
Liquefied, the candle transforms into a slow absorption, high-slip massage balm.

Kama Sutra dice game
$9.95
Designed to jump, twist, dance, cling and combine into dozens of sexual and sensual positions for the two of you.

Sexier Sex: Lessons from the Brave New Sexual Frontier by Regina Lynn
$14.95
The handbook for every woman who has ever wanted to push the limits of her sexuality.

Tuyo vibrating sphere
$75.00
Approximately the size of a baseball...designed to orbit the body of couples engaged in massage or those alone focusing on solo pleasures.
Freddy and Eddy

Nude

2008-12-05T04:30:00.001-05:00

Christian Bale
American Psycho (photobucket.com)

Sophie Ellis-Bextor

2008-11-27T22:01:00.006-05:00

All pics: (images.google.com)

Groovejet by DJ Spiller
New Face of Rimmel
Sophie's Site

Honey, I'm Home

2008-11-27T02:21:00.006-05:00

X-Men Origins: Wolverine

HUGH JACKMAN wears his movie costumes while having sex.

The 'Australia' actor - who has two adopted children with wife Deborra-Lee Furness - often keeps his outfits from films including 'X-Men', when he played sexy mutant Wolverine, to impress in the bedroom.

Hugh - who has been named the Sexiest Man Alive by People magazine - said: "It's easy with my wife. She loves the idea of me coming home in costume because it makes her feel like she's having an affair in a good way.

"When we met, I was cast as a prisoner with tattoos and she'd say, 'Don't take your tattoos off tonight!' and I'd be like, 'All right!' But what works best with her is the stockbroker look."

X-Men Origins: Wolverine Trailer
Hugh's Costume Sex

Selene

2008-11-25T00:45:00.007-05:00

All pics: (jezebel.com) (allmoviephotos.com) (images.google.com)

Underworld Music Video

SeductionExtreme.com

2008-11-22T02:51:00.013-05:00

Opaque thigh hi w/string bow
$6.58

Sheer lace top thigh hi w/bow
$6.58

Mesh halter teddy w/ruffle back zipper
$13.50

Sequin bikini top & boy shorts w/bows
$35.20

Safari dress
$43.20

Sequined tube top & skirt
$21.50

Halter mini dress w/rhinestone
$14.40

3 pc. bra top, garter belt & panty
$29.52

Halter dress w/ruched midriff
$11.70

Chiffon beaded bustier
$21.50

Latex mini dress
$44.80

Domina Oxford pump
$37.72

SeductionExtreme.com

How to Touch a Girl

2008-11-18T03:32:00.014-05:00

Some girls won't warn you that you're getting too close...
(pic: dockera.com)

STEPS
1. If you're both about to leave and she needs to put on a jacket or coat, hold it out for her like a gentleman so that she can slip her arms into the sleeves. Bring the jacket gently up to her shoulders. The knuckles of your fingers will probably gently brush up against her as you're doing this. How does she respond? Does she pull away as soon as her jacket is on? Or does she linger, appreciating the gesture? If she responds positively and you notice that her hair is between her jacket and her back, pull it out for her carefully—pull the ends out without pulling the hair away from her scalp in any way. Be careful with this as many girls have procedures for taking their hair out of their coats to retain their hairstyles. If you feel it is appropriate, this could be a good time to tell her that she has beautiful hair, or that it smells wonderful. People appreciate compliments.

TIPS
Remember, girls love attention. Compliment her often. That will also help her warm up to you.

WARNINGS
When applying contact directly to skin, as when grabbing her arm, shoulders, neck or hands, she will be particularly attentive to the sensations you have caused on her. Be sure to have dry, warm palms. Avoid having cold hands, as this will startle her, arising an immediate rejection to what follows. If this has happened, address the situation with a joke, as this can help break the ice (pun intended).

How to Touch a Girl

Hottest Bond Girls

2008-11-16T02:16:00.013-05:00

Honey Ryder - Dr. No (1962)

Honey Ryder

Bonita - Goldfinger (1964)

Fiona Volpe - Thunderball (1965)

Aki - You Only Live Twice (1967)

Teresa Di Vicenzo - On Her Majesty's Secret Service (1969)

Tiffany Case - Diamonds Are Forever (1971)

Solitaire - Live And Let Die (1973)

Solitaire

Solitaire

Andrea Anders - The Man With The Golden Gun (1974)

Andrea Anders

Major Anya Amasova - The Spy Who Loved Me (1977)

Major Anya Amasova

Dr. Holly Goodhead - Moonraker (1979)

Dr. Holly Goodhead

Magda - Octopussy (1983)

Lupe Lamora - Licence to Kill (1989)

Lupe Lamora

Natalya Fyodorovna Simonova - Goldeneye (1995)

Xenia Zaragevna Onatopp - Goldeneye

Vesper Lynd - Casino Royale (2006)

Solange - Casino Royale

Valenka - Casino Royale

Bond Girls
Bond Sex Puns

Vesper Lynd: If the only thing left of you was your smile and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I've ever known.
James Bond: That's because you know what I can do with my little finger...

TMI, Dude

2008-11-10T03:45:00.004-05:00

Natalie Portman

My agent talked me down after our first MOMA fight. “Take it easy, D,” he recommended. “She’s a great girl, you just have to get to know her better. Also, just going out with her sold 40,000 copies of Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon.”

“Fudge,” I said, knowing how bad that album really was.

Natalie & Devendra

What Turns You On?

2008-11-05T20:15:00.001-05:00

Ruthie Davis Patio peep toe pump
(revolveclothing.com)

Lying Between the Sheets

2008-11-04T17:54:00.004-05:00

Girls in Red by Stuck in Customs (flickr.com)

48% of men rated emotional dissatisfaction as the primary reason they cheated.

So much for the myth that for men, cheating is all about physical intimacy: Only 8 percent of men said that physical dissatisfaction was the main factor in their infidelity. "Our culture tells us that all men need to be happy is to have physical intimacy with someone," Neuman says. "But men are emotionally driven beings too. They want their wives to show them that they're appreciated, and they want women to understand how hard they're trying to get things right." The problem is that men are less likely than women to express these feelings, so you won't always know when your guy is in need of a little affirmation. "Most men consider it unmanly to ask for a pat on the back, which is why their emotional needs are often overlooked," Neuman says.

Why Men Cheat

Miss Delite Says...

2008-11-04T17:39:00.005-05:00

No! by missdelite (polyvore.com)

BETRAYAL HURTS LIKE HELL.

We Have Lost Even

2008-11-01T23:12:00.003-04:00

Night Shadows by CherriDwum4
(filckr.com)

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin between my hands.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that is always turned to at twilight
and my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
towards where the twilight goes erasing statues.

Pablo Neruda
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

Wicked Treats

2008-10-29T04:52:00.006-04:00

Witches Collection
Agent Provocateur
agentprovocateur.com/

The Box

2008-10-25T05:53:00.005-04:00

Porcelain Twinz

THROUGH a couple of flukes (acquaintances, a cousin involved in the ownership) I’ve ended up at The Box twice in one week. The Box is a club in downtown Manhattan. It has a live burlesque show and a drinks list featuring $13,000 champagne (did I read that correctly?).

As with many such places, The Box adheres to a mystical door policy. On Visit #1 I was told to say “SUGAR RAY” as a password. On Visit #2 I was not allowed inside until my cousin poked his head out the door and identified me like a perp in a police lineup. Casual humiliation: a staple of the nightlife.

On both visits the atmosphere inside reminded me of an Edith Wharton novel. It is moneyed, socially complex, and devoted to elaborate carousing. The club is full of thoughtful details: paper bags of popcorn, servers in old-tymey costume, live music and a red velvet curtain. There are bottles of Grey Goose the size of rain sticks. It is the kind of thing that sends a ticker tape of WHOA! through your mind.

It is a bizarre place to be - a spectacle with all the theoretical implications of that word. “Fellini-esque circus” works too. Like any cultural Petri dish, The Box felt emblematic and puzzling all at once. Worthy of a witness, certainly, and some documentation. I’ll give a little overview of the show we saw on Visit #2 (it was mostly the same show as Visit #1, but shuffled around.) Analysis will follow.

The first act (though it changes from night to night) had a Persian theme. There was a naked blonde babe wriggling on a chaise while a sultan tickled her with a pink feather. Throughout the room men leaned toward their friends and said, “Check it out.”

Oh, a brief interruption. On the first night we’d been seated in a balcony booth. The second night we were on a sofa directly in front of the stage. From the balcony, the performers had appeared perfect. From up close the show was less magical. You could see backstage, for one thing, and you could tally the natural flaws of the performers’ bodies: stray zits, heavy makeup, pubic stubble.

After the Persian act a contortionist came onstage and balanced his entire body on a strap-on penis attached to his assistant. Cool. Then there was a medley featuring a comic midget and some vaudeville renditions of Billy Idol and Rolling Stones songs.

The best acts were the ones with some sort of intellectual component. A girl dressed as Hitler performed a skillful striptease that felt like antique political satire. One routine had a dancer in traditional costume emerge from a Matryoshka doll to perform a Russian dance. At one point she lifted her dress, squatted over a pedestal, and ejected a mini doll from her vagina. (Cue hooting.) More traditional dance. As a finale, she squatted again over the ejected doll and hoovered it back up. The final routine that I can remember was incest-oriented. Details elided here.

Now, let me ask you a question. Do you have a switch in your head that you can flick in order to extinguish moral judgments? Like for when you go see stand-up comedy or a Wayans brothers movie, or when you listen to George Carlin on headphones? There are certain things you can’t enjoy, I mean, without suppressing your moral responses. Turning off the switch is the equivalent of playing a game: you acknowledge that it is a temporary situation in which certain rules need to apply in order to have fun.

Well, The Box presents quite a challenge to this switch. There is so much to delight in: the naked girls, the atmosphere, the drinks, the show. And yet, there is so much to panic over! One thing that is apparent from the start is that There Are No Rules For the Rich. Inside the club you can smoke cigarettes and ash them on the floor, straddle your boyfriend amid 300 strangers, laughingly refer to the financial straits of third-world countries and do drugs. No one is held accountable for their bad behavior. Outsiders like us will always find such an atmosphere uncomfortable. At some moments it felt sinister.

“Decadent” might be the exact word for The Box. I should clarify, though, because “decadent” is so often misused as an adjective. Molten chocolate cake, for instance, is not decadent (though it is tasty.) For something to count as decadent, it has to have a strong element of waste and disregard. A touch of pre-apocalypse. Images that recurred to me at The Box: sinking of the Titanic, court of Louis XVI, Tsar Nicholas II.

With the economy dissolving into paste, the bar for decadence is falling. Things that used to seem like standard elements of celebrity glamour (private jets, $30,000 handbags) are quickly becoming distasteful. What was glitzy is now gauche. I wonder how Kanye West will adapt.

And what about The Box? Hard to say. When we took the J back to Bushwick at 4 AM (sprinting from the subway stop all the way home because it was the first chilly night of the season), I had that metaphysical hangover you get when you’ve snooped through someone’s journal or eaten your roommate’s peanut butter straight from the jar. Bad feelings, both.

In Which the Password is "Sugar Ray" by Molly Young

Natural Beauties

2008-10-23T03:38:00.003-04:00

(incredimazing.com)

What Turns You On?

2008-10-18T02:33:00.002-04:00

Julie Becker
(inkedmag.com)

We Want it All

2008-10-17T01:38:00.006-04:00

Jon Hamm as Don Draper (Mad Men)

Ad Chik says: The message here is simple men: BE A MAN. Stop whining and enough with the self-absorbed therapy already. Cads are back because we've had it up to here with the touchy-feeley shit. If I hear my husband refer to me as his "Partner" one more time I'm gonna mash every tooth in his head!
Any Cads around? Would love to slam a few martini's with you and then slam YOU. My husband has his period tonight.

Manly MAN says: No offese Ad Chik but, you sound like a linebacker. Very attractive, indeed.

From: Mad About the Man (Observer.com__2008)

erotica

2008-10-12T00:15:00.007-04:00

(dockera.com)

What Turns You On?

2008-10-07T03:41:00.003-04:00

(incredimazing.com)

Miss Delite Says...

2008-09-28T20:41:00.005-04:00

Contact Yoga couple

by acedout (flickr.com)

YOU CAN'T HAVE GREAT SEX IF YOU'RE NOT IN GREAT SHAPE.

One Man's Floor is Another Man's Ceiling

2008-09-23T01:10:00.006-04:00

Perfection
by jjjohn (flickr.com)

From the many, many call girls I've worked with, the number one request from dudes (other than "can we fuck with out condoms" and "can I have a blow job") is "will you pee on me."

It's a way common straight male fetish - but many dudes don't want to ask their wives to do it, and many wives, once asked, are like "no fucking way."

Call girls often like it, because it's less work/risk/effort/whatever to pee on a guy than to fuck him or suck his cock. -drunkexpatwriter

gawker.com/5052926/ashley-dupres-first-days-as-a-hooker

Dating Don'ts

2008-09-21T05:35:00.013-04:00

Will Arnett & Amy Poehler

FOR THE WOMEN:

Here are a few things I would avoid if I were a lady trying to impress a guy:

1. Don't complain all the time about how mean the other girls are at work.

2. Don't eat your date's fries while at the same time declaring you don't or can't eat fries.

3. Don't start a monologue on your cousin from Midland, Michigan or your favorite nail polish or that wonderful Cosmo article about 'How to Please a Man'.

4. Don't try to say the name of your perfume in French if you don't actually speak French. (The 'l' at the end of 'Chanel' does not sound like the 'l' at the end of 'channel'.)

5. When I say, 'your dress looks great on you!', do not interpret this as meaning that I keep looking at your cleavage or your butt.

6. If I do not keep looking at your cleavage or your butt, do not interpret this as lack of attraction to you, or as a symptom of homosexuality. I may simply be a gentleman.

7. If I ever mention sex at all, do not go on defensive mode. Just go on talking as if it were a possible conversation topic; or, if you'd rather not talk about it, change the topic, but please do it gracefully; 'men are all pigs!' or 'men think only about one thing!' is not a good way to achieve that.

Here's a rule: Don't espouse antisemtic politics during sex. I had a date with a 'woman' in LA once. We met through mutual friends (no longer friends). We ended up back at her apartment and in the middle of sex, she starts talking about how glad she was I wasn't a Jew (but I am). She actually said 'Hitler had it right.' Even as disgusting as that was, why, oh why, would someone even bring something like that up at that moment? Is getting screwed by a Nazi her fantasy? Let's just say the moment lost it's magic.

(ffffound.com)

FOR THE MEN:

Don't pre-emptively tell me you have a small penis.

Don't text me on a Tuesday night after midnight "I could totally eat ur puss now if u r interwssetted." I'm not.

Don't lick my face. I get flashbacks from Silence of the Lambs.

Telling me how hard you are going to fuck me is only hot when we are a) naked and b) on the verge of fucking. In a well-lit bar in front of 10 of our colleagues at a work event, it's presumptuous and gross.

Don't hit on my friend(s) first. Yeah, I saw that.

Don't tell me how many girls you fucked on your job as night manager at a hotel.

Do not ask a table full of my friends if you can be the "stuntcock" later in the evening.

Don't ask me what kind of "kinky shit" I'm into before we've gotten to appetizers. Skeevy.

Don't ever begin any sentence with, "Can I tell you something/ask you something and you won't get offended?"

Do not tell me that your ex has a restraining order against you. On the second date.

Well, okay, tell me, so I can get the hell away ASAP.

Don't avoid giving me anything but your cell phone number. I will get suspicious from that alone.

Do not tell me, within five minutes of meeting me at a party, that you get 4 times as large when aroused.

Don't pull out your IPhone and show me pictures of positions you want to try.

Do not put on porn within the second date or meeting as if its no big deal and we have no prior discussion of the topic and say, 'So, you like that?'

Don't say, "I know women like it when men are forward. I want to take you home and fuck you." when I'm obviously not interested.

Do not tell me that you share a bed with your ex-girlfriend, whom you live with, and that your current girlfriend doesn't know.

On the first date, don't get drunk, tell me you think I'd make a great dominatrix, and then, when I change the subject, start addressing me as "Mistress."

Also, please don't spend the entire night avoiding eye contact or (even worse) looking over my shoulder and then think you're going to get some. You're not. Not even close.

Do not buy me a drink if I have declined the offer and then get angry when I refuse to drink it.

Don't tell me that you have a photo album filled with ziploc baggies of your ex girlfriends' panties.

The appropriate time to "reveal" your girlfriend is, well, before we even get to a point where there is any possibility of our fucking.

Don't tell me I look like/remind you of your mother.

Don't say "you would be stunning if you toned that body up."

Do not refuse to take me to a certain restaurant for my birthday because you don't have a 2 for 1 coupon for it in your Entertainment coupon book.

Do not start reading the newspaper during the first date.

Do not ask me to tell you about my "hot lesbian encounters" when you find out I went to a women's college.

Don't tell me I sound like your mother right before you (attempt to) kiss me.

Do not wait for the check to come to announce you have to go to the ATM.

Do not offer to play me the song you wrote for an ex-girlfriend.

Dont tell me you know this great little Italian place and then take me to the Olive Garden!!! (three blocks from Little Italy in nyc no less).

Don't email me telling me you are ready for our date tonite with your "man-parts a-throbbin''.

Don't say you like that I'm under 5 feet because you want me to "feel dependent on your strength." Check please!

Don't tell me that you have been enjoying looking at me from across the bar for the last half-hour, it just makes you look CREEPY.

Don't spend days talking to me and wooing me before our date and then send me an email the next day telling me you are legally married (but separated) and should be breaking up with your girlfriend soon, and you think we can definitely make something work.

Do not ask if you can lick my armpits.

When your friends are ready to leave, do not obviously gesture to me and say, "I'm working on something here!"

If I do end up fucking you, don't tell me, "I don't want to kiss you, it's too intimate."

When we decide to go our separate ways, don't tell me "There were times when I cared about you."

Oh, well. I once had a guy tell me that I was his "perfect type" and that he could prove it because he designed his own blowup doll, and 'she' looked just like me. Then, after letting him down as gently as I could, he comes up to me with his friend's iPhone and shows me the doll's picture on his private flickr account.

Don't think you're so irresistable that I won't notice or care if you don't call when you said you would.

When I come back from using the bathroom don't be laying on my couch with your penis out of your fly. That is neither sexy nor hot. I now just want you to leave.

If I am sitting on your floor, watching a movie on our first date, do NOT suddenly shove your erect member in my face, then later smugly claim you were just "testing" to see if I was a "slut" and I "passed", so would I like to go out again?

Don't ask me if you can put it in my ass the first time we sleep together and when I decline, ask me to leave mid-coitus because that is a deal breaker.

Do not get so drunk off of TWO drinks that your friend has to come get you and leave me with the tab.

"You have wonderful childbearing hips" is not an opening line.

Don't debate with your friend whether you would let me fuck you or just give you a blow job and then try and get my number. Guess what? I heard you and neither is gonna happen.

Don't constantly question me about whether I'm being honest with you, when I am, especially when you still have an active online dating profile after proudly telling me we should be exclusive.

Don't stealth-brag about the famous person to whom you lost your virginity. I'm not impressed and I doubt she remembers, if your current performance is anything to go by.

Do not bring red roses to a woman on the first date. This is not an adorably romantic gesture. This is creepy as all hell.

Do not attempt to impress me by speaking Spanish to a waitress, if you don't actually speak Spanish.

Do not call out, as you watch my ass while I walk to the washroom, "You know, you're not really that fat. You're, like, thick at best."

When I say, "Hey, you know, my friends will make sure I get home OK, so you can feel free to go," do not interpret this as an invitation to stay.

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Miss Delite Says...

2008-09-18T17:51:00.007-04:00

Ana Paulo Coelho

HOW CAN A MAN EXPECT TO HAVE GREAT SEX WITH A WOMAN WHEN HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT MAKES HER TICK?

Mae West Said it Best

2008-09-15T04:41:00.008-04:00

Betcee May
(pinupgirlclothing.com)

**When I'm good I'm very good, but when I'm bad I'm better.**

**He who hesitates is last.**

**Too much of a good thing...can be wonderful.**

**It's better to be looked over, than overlooked.**

**To err is human - but it feels divine.**

**When a girl goes wrong, men go right...after her.**

**Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?**

**I like my clothes to be tight enough to show I'm a woman...but loose enough to show I'm a lady.**

**She's the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success...wrong by wrong.**

**You may admire a girl's curves on the first introduction...but the second meeting shows up new angles.**

**When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I've never tried before.**

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