Taboo sex. It’s not often discussed. Why? Well, it’s taboo. One such area of discussion that men often won’t go near is period sex. That’s right, making a strawberry swirl or wearing the Dolmio Grin. Sounds gross but done right, period sex can be awesome for us. A girl is at her horniest around and … More Riding the Red River
Blow jobs are rarely performed well. We put up with biting, pulling, bending and stretching. Our instincts tell us that we should, for a few seconds at least, dread whether it’s going to be a painful experience – especially with a new partner. Grateful for the sucking, licking and deep-throating, we are not always satisfied. … More The Dying Art of Fellatio
So, there I was minding my own business on the bus ride home when I was distracted by a whimper. I think “whimper” is the right word to describe it. I had my headphones in, but I still heard a distinct whimper. I looked in the direction of the whimperer. I wouldn’t describe her as … More From Chick Lit to Cliterature
What’s with women and their pubis paranoia? Whether you believe in an all mighty creator or evolution, surely there’s some logic or science behind why us human beings grow hair on our private parts during puberty. Your local GP will tell you that pubic hair does have a purpose. It provides a cushion against friction … More Would It Kill You to Leave a Hint of Pubis?
I challenge any red-blooded male not to be distracted by, let’s call her Kylie, because that was her name (her mother was an avid Neighbours fan). Sadly, she had lost her mother as a teenager. Her Will had instructed her only daughter to spend the inheritance on something fun, something she wanted, but others might … More Sugar Daddies, Diamonds and Girls
It was New Year’s Eve. 2003, maybe 2004? I remember it being a Saturday, because I had an away match at a club, about 80 kilometres away. For some reason they had scheduled fixtures on the holiday and we had a lot of players missing. I agreed to play, as bailing on the match would … More She’s Gotta Have It
I refused to do mind-numbing data entry, not because it was beneath me (it was), or that I was no good at typing quickly and accurately (I wasn’t) but because I knew it would drive me insane. I knew I would end up reaching for the service revolver and going for a long walk in … More It’s Always the Quiet Ones
It was during the usual Sunday night weekend post-mortem, sitting with a few cans of problem-solver when we realised we needed a holiday. We were a tight group of mates, all in our 20s and were getting too old for Balearic package holidays. Our other mates were settled down and spent their holidays stretched out … More Live It Up and Love It Up, Amigo!
Things were going really well with Ginger. I had met her parents and visited the family home, staying in her bed, while she slept downstairs (they were a good Catholic family). I had been her date at a physiotherapy ball. I had worn a borrowed tuxedo; she had worn a long silk skirt and a … More Ginger Chronicles: Part 2 – Pink Notepaper
“I can tell you about Catholic guilt,” she said. I was intrigued. Religion has never been a source of clarity for me. I wouldn’t say I am ruling out the idea of God but I haven’t seen any proof either. What do they call people like me? Am I agnostic? I think that’s what I … More Cath, Lick, Guilt
PART 1 I had been keen on her for a while. She worked in the office beside me. I say worked, she mainly spent her time chatting and playing online poker. We both teased each other a lot and had a really good relationship. I had been trying it on for a couple of months. … More Go Get Her, Tiger!
People go to another city where nobody knows them, or knows their family. They don’t know about the time you called your teacher “Mum”, or the time you drank a two litre bottle of cider in the park and “had an accident”. You can change your accent, or shake off unwanted nicknames. It was Boxing … More A Dreaded Evening