ArchiveMarch 2003

the power of a smirk


There’s just something about a smirk. It’s one of the most powerful sexual tools a man can possess. Used properly, it can cause arousal, anxiety, excitement, and more. No, really. It can make your heart race and feel like it’s going to explode of your chest. A good smirk can do this. It drives you crazy. It says: I know how I affect you. I know you’re attracted to me. I...

singing the praises of womanhood


One of the best Mark Morford rants ever: Please Accept This Diamond-Studded Dildo As Small Thank-You Women are less likely than men to reach the highest salary brackets and are more likely to live in poverty, according to a government survey. Nearly 16 percent of men age 15 and older who worked full-time in 2001 earned at least $75,000 a year, compared with 6 percent of women, the Census Bureau...

naughty digital bits and the tease


It’s sad, really. When I want to find interesting web sites about my other hobbies or my career, finding excellent web sites that are completely new to me is easy as pie. There is, as a matter of fact, far more excellent material out there than I will ever have time to find, link to, or read. Not so much, really, in the sex world. This is particularly true if you’re looking for...

on my tantric knees


I’ve noticed a rather disturbing development in my constant, vibrating tuning fork arousal over the last day or two. My legs ache. Especially my knees. A lot. It’s like a constant hum, a body awareness I can’t quite shake. Honestly, it’s never been this bad for me. It’s not painful, but unusual and maybe a little distressing (not to mention frustrating!). So I...

x rated dream


I must confess that I haven’t been dating much recently. As in not for a year. Taking an emotional break, you could say. Yes, I still take care of the sensuality as much as I can – being aware of the senses, candlelit baths, listening to Morcheeba (I’m sorry, their music will always remind me of liquid aural sex). The requisite devices that take 9 volt batteries. You get the...

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