By Jon Pressick: Anger, in sex and relationships, is not an easy matter to discuss. The societally enforced fantasy is that we find someone, we fall in love, we stay in love and we live happily ever after. Never is there a problem. Never is there an argument. Never is there disagreement...
By Cheryl Kaye: In my last column I told you I would tell you about my date, and here we are. To say I was nervous about going on a first date would be an understatement. It’s been so long since I’ve been on an actual date I had no idea what the current ‘dating rules’ are, not that I ever paid much attention to the rules but I like to know them.
By Jon Pressick: We live in a world of want. There are so many things around us, so many shiny baubles that tempt and drive us to distraction. Depending who you are and what privilege you have, these fun things we desire have overtaken the needs we used to work and strive for. For many, the lap of luxury, in terms of eating, housing, clothing and education is a pretty comfortable place.
By Karma Tantric: I have been a huge fan of erotic massage ever since I encountered my first body to body massage a few years ago. My willingness to try new things unknowingly opened a whole new playground of sexual pleasure into my life. It’s a combination of total sensory relaxation, coupled with the up-close skin to skin sensation that induces some of the most wildly intense orgasms I have ever managed to achieve.
By Mel MacFarlane: Between juggling feeds, changes, routines, weaning and play dates it’s hard to forget that you are in fact, a couple. As much as we love our children and they should absolutely be our priority, we also need to remember to work on our relationships too. After all, they also need to be nurtured.
By Cheryl Kaye: I ended my first column with the news that I had joined two dating sites, and hoping that by the time I came to write this column I would have been on some dates. I’ve been on one, and I will tell you about it but today I want to talk about the sites I used, and the men on them.
By slave christina: This is my story of submitting to a Mistress. Sometimes you meet someone and there is an instant attraction. Other times you may take some time to find a level of happiness. Other times it is the situation you are both in that brings you together and sometimes it is the situation that keeps you together or forces you apart.
By Jon Pressick: Think back to the most recent time you found yourself in bed with someone. Now, now, calm down a bit, I imagine there are some pretty sexy thoughts running through your head at the moment. Or, perhaps, maybe you should focus on those thoughts. What are they of? Are you thinking about something you did or something your partner did? Are you envisioning your body being touched or theirs? And whose pleasure is it that you remember the most clearly?
By Giles English: Unless your kink is likely to trigger some past trauma in your partner, just ask. Seriously! That’s not bad advice because if you don’t ask, you will never, ever get. (It does help if you ask right, but we’ll get to that.)
By Zak Jane Keir: Oh holy shit, my feet! Just have to start by saying that, because it’s the thought running most regularly through my head today. A kind friend passed on a pair of beautiful 40-hole black Doc Martens to me as they were, apparently surplus to her requirements. She said they had hardly been worn, and she was absolutely right. They had hardly been worn at all.
By Cameryn Moore A lot of the advice out there about dirty talk treats it as a sort of accessory to “real sex”. It’s like putting a feather boa on: it’s all fun and tickly and exotic for maybe ten minutes, but at some point you’re gonna wanna tear it off because it’s getting in the way of the good stuff...
By Cheryl Kaye Just a few years ago I was certain about so many things. I was positive I was ‘straight’, I could acknowledge that I found some girls more attractive than others but I figured that was just what everyone thought. Occasionally, I would think about what it would be like to kiss a girl, to taste her, to run my hands over her body, and to have her do the same to me. But I knew I loved cock, I wasn’t gay.