Don’t be mad at me if you wish you’d have been left in the dark.
In no particular order, here are four secrets women would probably prefer I not share with you. Once you know them, you may have wished you didn’t know.
You’ve been warned. Don’t point the finger at me, saying you want to undo what you just did. Sorry, life doesn’t work that way.
A few years back, I was chatting with a kid, a young man old enough to drink, but young enough for me to call him a kid, and, more than once, he said something along the lines of “I bet you fuck like a porn star.”
I rolled my eyes.
But then a few days later, my Hubby and I were in bed and I caught a glimpse of us in the headboard mirror, and I was suddenly like, “Damn, maybe we do fuck like porn stars.”
So to help you get your dirty on too, I’m going to…
You’re not a professional, stop offering advice. It’s not helping anybody.
For the majority of 2020, I was on hiatus from what I like to call “my pleasure writing.” It started when I enrolled in a writing masterclass, which led to me stop my non-professional writing (which, of course, included Medium). And then there was the whole worldwide pandemic thing that kind of overshadowed the rest of 2020.
I’ve just made my way back to the platform. So imagine my surprise when I found my feed filled with newbie writers, offering advice on how to “be a writer” after making…
Before I was a writer, I was a DICM (Drug and Alcohol Intensive Case Manager). I worked with people who were addicted and attempted to remove barriers that stood in the way of their recovery.
Rarely did I work with a person new to addiction. Most of my adult clients were chronic abusers. People who were in and out of jail and in and out of rehab. Those people whose families no longer answered the phones or unlocked the doors.
On a random day in 2019, I was scrolling through Facebook when I came across a post by an old…
Oh, Pride Month. The first month of summer when brands replace their social media icons with Pride flags, and retail companies smack rainbows on everything from t-shirts to doughnuts.
While the national support for the LGBTQ+ community is grand, the way capitalism’s moved in on the Pride Movement is a little disheartening. Sure, a month of rainbows makes the homophobes almost as uncomfortable as a room full of drag queens, but too many brands are trying to capitalize on Pride Month. …
Not one of them is the smile on your man’s face (which is totally a benefit).
Semen is made of a variety of things, most of them there to assist sperm on its long, dangerous journey to fertilize the ever-elusive egg. But the stuff in spunk doesn’t just help the little swimmers. When taken orally, it also has benefits for you.
And I’m not talking about next-day flowers.
Seriously, man juice contains a plethora of good-for-you substances, from fructose and enzymes to hormones, endorphins, and neurotransmitters.
It’s like a multivitamin, times ten, all in one sticky mouthful.
Here are six…
I take reader questions on my blog. While most of them revolve around penis size (yes, you’re normal, and your penis is perfectly long enough), occasionally, I get a question that really resonates. This was one of those questions:
This is such a great question. A perfect question, actually.
Because you can totally help your woman (or your partner of any gender) gain confidence in the bedroom. It can take some time, and you must be patient with them. Putting pressure on a woman, especially in areas of sexuality, often creates the opposite effect. …
Now that you’ve thrown away the turkey and replaced the pumpkins on the front porch with pine, let’s turn our attention to gift giving. And since 2020 has been such a shit show, I say it’s time to throw tradition to the wind. This year, give gifts that not only put a smile on the recipient’s face, but work to keep it there all year round.
No, not a Peloton. Although, if given the right circumstances, the items on my gift guide get a girl sweating, too!
My Hubby and I were at a friends’ house, hanging out in their garage. It was late, around 1:30 am, and we were a few hours in to a Beer Pong tournament. My Hubby had gone inside to mix up a couple drinks when I heard his phone ding.
Not even thinking, I picked it up to make sure it wasn’t the sitter, who was back at our place with the kiddos.
Hmm? I thought. I still wasn’t at all suspicious, more curious. Did his bro get yet another new number? Did someone need a ride home from…
Alright men, so here’s the thing. (Too) Many women can’t verbalize what they want, especially when it comes to what happens between the sheets. Don’t ask why, that’s a whole other story, just understand it’s hard for her and she most likely struggles to verbalize her desires.
So she won’t say, “Hey Jimmy, I really like it when you finger my pussy while you lick my clit,” or “Just so you know, I’m kind of sensitive, so I really prefer if you lick around my clit or gently suck on it instead of going at it with your tongue.”
I’m a professional writer who specializes in sex and cannabis. Just out here in the world, helping people have more fun and experience more pleasure in life.