Ken Finton Guest Blog Do men have a greater sex drive than women? Many studies have been done to compare the sex drive and sexual appetites of men and women. How many of them have any value to us as individuals?nProbably none, because as individuals we vary greatly. None of us are a typical cross sample because typical samples do not exist. Statistics are mathematical averages like the average temperature
You can get free sex and better health through an easy method that will save you time and money. A new discovery with proven and guaranteed results will help you achieve your goals and even fall in love. Free sex? And money? Guaranteed results? Have I still got your attention? I certainly should have. According to a 1970s study into Neuro-Linguistic Programming (NLP) at Duke’s University Psychology Department, there are
Movies, says Tarantino, are my religion and God is my patron. I’m lucky enough to be in the position where I don’t make movies to pay for my pool. When I make a movie, I want it to be everything to me; like I would die for it.
Gemma sent me a postcard: “In Paris. September’s best month. Love the Seine and it’s really sunny. Wish you were here … oh, and I just left a couple of love locks on the Pont Des Arts with Gérard.” Love locks? Twin love? Gérard? Who the hell’s Gérard? And how come Gemma went to Paris without telling me? Gemma tells me everything. Usually more than I want to know. Not
R.M.Simone Guest Blog Everywhere you look, books on twin love or twin flames flood the shelves in bookshops. The Twilight books affirmed the desire for true love, even if he was a vampire and she a mortal. A Romeo and Juliet love story sits in our base psyches wishing to ‘come alive’. The Enchanted Fairy Tale and classic love stories await being awakened in us all. We all dream of that
Nude selfies are not vanity or exhibitionism. Nude selfies are a celebration of self. Girls bodies change like bugs into butterflies as we grow up. This change is totally absorbing. From the moment your breasts appear, you want to touch them, turn them, squeeze your nipples. At every spare second, you look into the mirror to see if they have grown bigger. Taking nude selfies, tummy in, breasts out, is
Saul Wolfe Guest Blog The Great and Good of the British literary establishment have usually preferred to avert their gaze (at least publicly) from erotic fiction. In the first place, it’s marketed as a genre (although one could argue that the ‘literary novel’ is a genre of its own). To make matters worse, it centres on the sexual act, the most private and subversive of human activities. And, regrettably, much
I remember my first love as if it were last night below the full moon with the sea slipping over the beach. The experience was overwhelming, painful, obsessive and I didn’t sleep for days.
Anal orgasm is like walking on water. A tiny miracle. Anal orgasm is like a secret, something stolen, an unexpected gift. Women don’t always understand that anal orgasm brings her more pleasure than she ever imagined. Anal pleasure comes from exciting the nerve endings around the entrance to your bottom and the delicate membranes lining the passage inside. Thanks to the brilliant designer (whoever she was), the pudendal nerve, the
Anal sex is like diving from a high cliff into a silent sea. Poise and preparation are everything. Sinking into the unknown is mesmerising and, once plumbed, what emerges from the depths is the thrill of new experience. Anal sex is like seeing the sign: Don’t walk on the grass, then walking on the grass. It carries that sense of being wanton. The very word anal is itself anal, abstract,
French philosopher Georges Bataille describes spanking girls as ‘the illicit pleasure of all pleasures.’ When a hand comes down again and again on your bottom, the sting is quickly followed by a prickling numbness. The pain vanishes and the heat generated from those slaps sends lines of electric fire through all the tissues and nerve endings, ripples of warmth that gather in a wave of sensations, a million tiny kisses
Crista Martin Guest Blog One of my sexual fantasies is to have sex outdoors. Me and my man on a desert island next to a waterfall surrounded by tropical flowers. We’d skinny dip in our little oasis. He’d lead me over the rocks and we’d make love with the surf slipping over us like in a cheesy music video for an ’80s ballad—Chris Isaak singing Wicked Game. The problem with
When the politician stands in front of the flag, hand on heart, and says: ‘I love my country,’ don’t be like the prisoners in Plato’s Cave deceived by the moving shadows and the echoes that vanish to silence. In Plato’s Cave, a row of prisoners are chained up facing a wall. Behind them, a fire burns. Between the fire and the wall there is a walkway on which the
I have a hard-cover brown folder in which I keep the printed pages from the book I am writing. This small possession has no value. But I would be sorry if I lost it. My laptop does not conjure up the same emotional attachment. As for my printer, it hates me and often flashes the message in green capitals that we are incompatible. Our Stone Age ancestors stored fruit and
Sex is good for you. Regular sex is like walking, like breathing: absolutely essential. Like coffee every morning and a glass of red wine at night, sex every day will make you look younger, feel younger, sleep better, even smell better. Sex relieves stress, burns calories, makes your heart fly like a bird and lowers the risk of heart attack. I promised with the title 25,000 reasons to have sex
One Woman’s “Trashy” is Another Woman’s Treasure Sárka-Jonae Miller Guest Blog I don’t often read negative reviews of my books because despite having the initials S & M, I’m not into masochism. But when a 1-star review of my contemporary romance novel, Spin Off, popped up I took a peek. I’m glad I did because I learned an interesting lesson: one woman’s trashy is another woman’s treasure. The reviewer, let’s
Quite aside from infantilising women, the scalped mons makes the male thingy look bigger – useful, I suppose, for the porn shoot, but it’s not how it appears but how it performs that’s of interest to women.
On Sunday I shall mask my face with blue and white stripes on one side and bars of red, yellow and black on the other. The gladiators of Argentina and Germany will face each other in Rio de Janeiro’s Maracana Stadium in the beautiful game’s grand finale. I will be watching with friends in a bar with a big screen and drinking beer from the bottle. I don’t particularly like
Actresses, weather girls and young celebrities famous for being young celebrities will peel off their undies before a live audience and chefs will reveal their wizardry baking, grilling and sautéing these delicacies with such erotic ingredients as truffles from the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, unicorn tears, phoenix eggs from the moon’s Sea of Tranquillity and ambergris from the deepest depths of the Dead Sea.
Kay Jaybee Guest Blog One of the joys (and the challenges) of writing erotic stories, is the constant opportunity to push the boundaries of perceived ‘proper’ behaviour. I don’t mean that once I have a pen in my hand I instantly dive into the illegal, dubious, or downright wrong. I mean that within the realms of the fiction I write, I am able to grapple with ideas and fantasies that