For almost a decade before I had sex, I knew that “bad” sex had something to do with a man’s lack of control causing the whole thing to be over too quickly.
Before 1998, men had options for treating erectile dysfunction but none of them were what you might describe as fun.
Sitting in a urology office in Beverly Hills, I’m handed a butterflied cylinder of white silicone. It’s around six inches in length, surfaced inside and out with a fine mesh, and over 3,000 like it have been inserted into bodies of over 3,000 men since 2004.
Recently, I was asked a rather more probing question about my experiences of communal fucking that got me thinking and now, writing.
I like feet. I’m turned on by many other body parts too—pretty much all of them in fact. But it’s my unabashed fondness for feet that has garnered the most remarks from partners.
My girlfriend loves sex in the shower. She started dropping hints about this on our second date.
Recently, my girlfriend told me about a sexual experience she’d had long ago with a Yakuza member.
For a lot of people, attending a sex party would be considered pretty “out there.”
Lipomas are apparently harmless, but I still want them gone.
I’ve always thought that my top two front teeth were too long. So did a few of my schoolmates, who enjoyed calling me “Bugs Bunny”