10 years and still going strong. Who knew I’d spend so many wonderful years with you? Your electrifying love gives me strength in times of weakness, passion in times of extreme boredom, and showers of orgasms in the worst dry spells you could imagine…
I remember my first. I was 21-years-old and had just moved from Michigan to San Francisco, and had never encountered a store like Good Vibrations…
I’m excited to announce that I’m a co-host of the Loveline radio show Thursday nights with Dr. Drew. Make sure to listen from 10pm -12am on your radio (check your local listings) or watch and listen online at LovelineShow.com.
If fairy tales teach us anything, it’s that happy endings do exist. In the case of a happy ending coming in the form of an explosive orgasm, we can agree that this key theme in myth lore appears fairly often for many. How we set about in obtaining this ‘happy ending’ differs with each person and now…sexual orientation.
Double-scoop ice cream. Two-headed sheep. Buy-one-get-one free. If random pairings of our favorite things can exist daily, why can’t we treat our sex lives the same?
Do looks really matter? If love is all we need, then why are we so consumed by physical appearances to justify our romances? As a species that encourages vanity and materialism, humans are often corrupted by the idea that happiness exists at face value: the better you look, the happier you are. But if true happiness and beauty lie within, it’s possible to appreciate the look of love without focusing on the ‘look’ itself. Stop scrutinizing and start fantasizing!…
I never used to prioritize my own pleasure during sex. Of course there were those few gods of oral sex who knew exactly how to flick their tongue to make me come. But mostly I was having mediocre sex without any clitoral stimulation. I never expected to orgasm because my main concern was getting him off.
But then I got a vibrator. I went to Good Vibrations, a sex positive store that celebrates female pleasure.
Although finding the “the one” might seem like an outdated aspiration for the modern woman, the idea of soulmates is perhaps more pervasive than ever.
Our grandparents and even many of our parents married young because of financial necessity. Women needed men to leave their home and begin their adult lives. Finding love was a no-nonsense task with a deadline. If you couldn’t find your soulmate at their senior prom you settled for a benefactor garnished with a penis.
What sinister pleasures await behind the security of a decorative mask? With the additional advantage of hiding your true identity, will you obediently participate in the festivities? Or will you be a mischievous trouble maker to those around you? Select your proper facade carefully, as you may find yourself permanently becoming this unfamiliar version of you. Get ready to masquerade!
As the disembodied sounds of church bells and wind chimes echo over a gothic cathedral setting, a sumo-sized thurible smokes and swings heavily over the excited crowd. Robed monks pace and strut as they begin to call out the female Demon waiting patiently behind a giant stained-glass cross. The archways slowly begin to open and allow a blinding stream of light to bleed onto the audience, when the holy words “Oh my God” erupt over the speakers.
