As Seen In
The marathon man, and no I’m not talking about athletes, although this kind of man fancies himself that. A hot and heavy session of marathon sex is not without it’s benefits: the closeness, the passion, action, varied positions, all to the culmination of the explosive orgasm. But in reality, once twenty minutes has been surpassed, at least one of the participants, and we’ve all heard this before, is thinking of what colour nail polish to wear next, or if the underwear they put on that morning was actually clean.
Many without knowing it have the world of pornography to thank for that, the often unrealistic time span presentations of couples engaged in endless pounding action and deep throated gobbles. (more…)
Slowly the heat begins to rise from your toes up. You feel it take hold of your knees making you weak, ache, unable to get up as goose bumps begin to form across your back, up your spine, and through your shoulder blades as it continues up the back of your neck like the subtle bites you gave your last partner. Soft nips that produced squeals and moans of delight. The tingles are relentless as they push forward; up and over your scalp making hair stand on end, and a reddened face burn white-hot. The feeling moves onward and down your chest, making lazy nipples stand at (more…)
The Great Outdoors
Not to long ago I found myself answering a question that was asked of me after a shift at the lounge I used to work at. Playing the game, “question and answer” similar to the game “truth or dare” I was asked if I had ever had sex outdoors? “No!”, was my quick answer producing gasps of shock and amazement. NO! I had never ventured into the local shubbery (more…)
You know what I am talking about: the coy glances to the crotches of a man that has caught your eye, quick darting glances as often as a person blinks throughout the day. Its human nature and for those of us that find ourselves in a state of perpetual heat, these are the actions that happen. For most men, low cut waist lines that dip to extremes like the blouses of fashionably dressed women, is just not an option. Their package is their pride and joy, and putting the goods on display through pants that caress the bulges, carrying the meat and potatoes, housing the family jewels, is a learned art that takes time to develop. You have to know what fashion labels to wear with finesse, to wet that appetite of the viewer, a table to be set for a feast soon to be had.
As we all know the central core of Vancouver is jam packed with high-rise buildings to the point of being known as the most densely populated downtown in all of North America. It goes without saying that “things” get seen and “things” get done. The things I am talking about are sex, and lots of it! Downtown dwellers are doing it from the ground floor and up, all the way to the rooftop (and that equates to a lot of window space). I consider these as stages of the theatres in the sky of each and every building visible on the city skyline. Red-hot stages displaying the actions of the adventurous that have chosen not (more…)
I headed to the Taboo…Naughty but Nice Sex Show to check out the latest in Boomer carnal pleasures.
Well it’s that time of year again, PRIDE, and I for one am looking forward to it big time! The people, the energy, the vibrancy, feeling, attitude, camaraderie, unconditional love and support! Need I say more? Oh yeah, the sex, lots and lots of sex, and more sex!
Celebrations like these generally warrant the abundance of love and PDA’s and not so public PDA’s. The closed door action, or in my case the open door action! Come on, I’m no angel and most of you know that from what you’ve read, seen, or taken part in with me and my gang. I love a good ol’ celebration as much as the next person and I get right down to it if given the chance! Go for it, call me the “ethical slut” I’ll gladly own that one.
We all get a little crazy during times like these and sometimes we find ourselves in situations where we are not as safe as we should. Yes I am guilty and felt just as equally terrible for not being as safe as I should have been, but I didn’t beat myself up over it. We all make mistakes, but it’s times like these that we should be just a wee bit (more…)