An unrelated pair of family medical emergencies hijacked my plans for my inaugural column; I had neither the time nor the erotic inspiration to cover what I had originally intended. Instead I’d like to tell you – or, for the sexually savvy reader, remind you — about the restorative power of a good, hard screw.
It had been a truly terrible week, with news of death and disease and a sleep deprivation on such an order that I’m still catching up. And yet, I am not ashamed to tell you, the first thing my wife and I did when we finally had a few minutes alone was to fuck like a pair of horny octopuses. Then we did it again.
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I’ll be honest. I’ve never seen the Vagina Monologues in its entirety. Just bits of the special on it and the Punany Poets on HBO years ago. At the time I remember thinking, ‘Do we really need to celebrate our vaginas? To talk about them for an hour? Really?’ But just recently a light bulb came on and I now understand. These women felt the need for a balance in power.
Why? Because we are constantly subjected to the Penis Dialogues.
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For those who follow popular blogs, you’ve probably come across the blog of Seattle writer and dominatrix, Mistress Matisse. She is a regular columnist for The Stranger as well as a new podcast. As a sex-positive individual, we thought she’d be a great first interview for Pink Nighties.
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“Wanna see a picture of me back when I was hot?”
I am asked this by an attractive, 32-year-old woman who apparently feels that she lost her sexy 20 pounds ago.
“What are you talking about? You’re still hot.” I tell her. And I am not just being nice.
“Aww thanks,” she says, as if she’s speaking to […]
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How far would you go for love…or lust? What would you do to fulfill your fantasies? …. What have you done for love? What would you do for lust?
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Once upon a time, I was a sixteen year old virgin.
There I was, with my first real boyfriend, in his dark bedroom. He was dreamy. He was tall and had this amazing head of brown hair. He was the epitome of a teenage rocker. He was Byron.
We’d been dating for a […]
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