Choe’s masseuse “Rose” may be fictitious, but we unfortunately live in a world full of “Roses.”
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I'm insecure and have "short guy syndrome", help!
Many of my “old haunts” are sex blogs, and seeing some of my favorites go dark over the years has made me as wistful as others might be if they found out that their favorite, childhood roller rink burned down.
In a time when “Louis sheets / he sweat it out like washed rags / he wet it up” is an acceptable Grammys performance lyric, buying sex toys is really not a lot more risqué than buying lingerie.
I’m the Meryl Streep of faking orgasms.
I am a porn star. I am a college freshman. You know nothing about me.
Why would you ever, you ask. Because, I say.
We went dutch so often I should be fluent. We never kissed. I never let him cop a feel. Nothing.
Before I have sex I want to make sure I’m at my physical and emotional best so that I don’t end up in a splint afterward – what’s so wrong with that? I want to enjoy the experience my own way, not everybody else’s way.
This list is hair scrunchie and melon free, I promise.
What isn’t clear is the nature of the association between casual sex and poor mental health — which is the cause and which is the effect? Why is casual sex such a bummer?
I don’t expect to come from casual sex, while I’m sure every dude I have it with does.
In the Appalachian region, sex is still often linked to marriage, or at least reproduction, and the choices of teenagers without access to enough information can have long-lasting effects.
Something that didn’t happen to me: I didn’t have an orgasm. As in never.