Please Check Your Drama At The Door!

There’s nothing worse than drama, or more specifically relationships that involve drama. I honestly just can’t be bothered with people like this, no matter how much I like them (or in some cases want to fuck them). If I’m at a party or out with someone and all of a sudden the conversation turns from flirting to, “Oh My Gosh and then this happened, and he said this, and she did that and…” I honestly…

"Please Check Your Drama At The Door!"

When Sex Leads to Broken Furniture

Have you ever had one of those wild, rip each other’s clothes off, tear the room up sex sessions with your lover? You know (or I hope you do) the kind. I had one of these nights recently and, in addition to walking a little funny the next day, it also resulted in broken furniture! I still can’t believe it, but it happened. Yes, we fucked so hard we broke the couch! It all happened…

"When Sex Leads to Broken Furniture"

The Tale of the Giant Penis

So there I was, legs in the air, both of us drenched in sweat as we finished round one on that sultry September night, when he says,  “I want you to ride me.” I smirked, slithered out from under him, flipped him around and mounted him. I love being on top; I think it’s a control thing. As I slid myself onto his shaft though, the further he entered me, the more uncomfortable I was.…

"The Tale of the Giant Penis"

Worst Online Dating Messages: A Guys Take

You’ve already read my thoughts on the worst messages I’ve received from guys during my online dating adventures, but ever wonder what guys think of the messages other guys send? Well, my friend Daniel LaRussa over at Limit Break Studios decided to pop in and write a guest post on this very topic!   There’s this thing called ignorance, or should I say foot in mouth syndrome.   Not everyone is cursed by it, but the…

"Worst Online Dating Messages: A Guys Take"

Swingers Or Cheaters, And What’s Swinging Anyway?

While participating in a chat room recently, as part of a radio show, the topic of swinging came up and whether or not swinging is just a permission slip to cheat. My answer of course is Hell No! As listeners questioned whether couples who swap partners are swingers or cheaters, I had to enter my .02 of course. Hey, I speak from experience after all! Swinging refers to a lifestyle where couples openly, and with…

"Swingers Or Cheaters, And What’s Swinging Anyway?"

Hey Men, What Makes It A Great Blow Job?

All men love getting them, but not all women love (or even like) giving them. They’re not manscaped (which is beyond gross by the way), we gag, we fear they’ll cum in our mouths (if you’re not into that sort of thing); there are a million reasons why some women just won’t do it. I’m talking about blow jobs. Female porn stars can’t seem to get enough dick in their mouth and appear to be…

"Hey Men, What Makes It A Great Blow Job?"

Baby, I Require Satisfaction!

Confidence. Dominance. Superiority. Strong women have all of these qualities, but knowing how to use them to your advantage is another skill set all together! A skill set, it just so happens, that I seem to have perfected. Let me explain… It should come as no surprise to my regular readers that I am a sexual deviant and I am not ashamed to admit it. This weekend I let that freak flag fly in true dominatrix…

"Baby, I Require Satisfaction!"

It’s Not Myth, It’s Magic!

yes…YES…YEEEESSSSSS!!! It’s sad really. The thought that many women have never experienced an orgasm, let alone an earth shattering, mind blowing, leg numbing, he-done-fucked-me-stupid G-spot orgasm. Really quite devastating. Luckily, I’m not in that category. (sorry, but I have to gloat about it for just a bit). I feel bad for the women who have no freakin’ idea what they are missing. The G-spot seems so elusive to most men, and women, that people who…

"It’s Not Myth, It’s Magic!"

Memories, Muscles and Moaning, OH MY!

My legs may never stop quivering after the weekend I just had! Who needs the gym when you have plenty of available men who supply fantastic cardio workouts? My weekend playtime began with a date Thursday night with Mr. SportsFan. We met for dinner, had a great meal and great conversation (which seems to come very easily for us). The night was still young so he asked if I wanted to take a ride with…

"Memories, Muscles and Moaning, OH MY!"

Freak the Freak Out!

There should be 12-Step programs for commitment-phobic singles such as myself! Support groups of some sort. Perhaps shock therapy treatment for those times when we freak the fuck out and get the unnecessary urge to RUN! Seriously, any of these options could have helped me this past weekend. It appears some sort of bat signal went up and alerted all boy toys that I had fallen into a relationship and was no longer on the…

"Freak the Freak Out!"