It’s a very cool word. Rubenesque. According to Mirriam-Webster, it means: suggestive of the painter Rubens or his works – plump or rounded usually in a pleasing or attractive way (a Rubenesque figure). What it all boils down to is that women didn’t always have to be stick figures to be considered sensual and attractive. For those of us with a few extra curves, this bit of...
After all the erotica I’ve read (my shelves are full to bursting with the stuff) you’d think I wouldn’t run across anything that titillated and surprised me. Arouse, sure – these books are wonderful mind candy. But to run across something, particularly of the vanilla variety, that I’d never read, that made my thighs clench over and over and the slit in between weep...
I’m starting to like The Position more and more. They’ve got some good stuff there. And in my never-ending quest for literate and intelligent sex writing on the web, that’s a Good Thing. Case in point: this month’s Dick-tionary. Reminds me an awful lot of The Book of the Penis by Maggie Paley that I’ve been reading recently. Fun facts for those who love (and love to...
I warned her. That’s all I can say. Months ago, Bast (at my never-ending encouragement – ok, some might call it harassing) picked up the very same little silver bullet that rocked my world. And when my little bullet bit the dust (overuse, you say? Bah! no such thing) I warned her the same thing would happen to her. As you might recall, I went out and promptly picked up the Space...
Of all the places in the world I’ve wanted to go, of all the events I’ve wanted to see, being in Rio during Carnival has always been one of the most pervasive. I’d love to see Egypt, sure, for the pyramids. Ditto to Rome for the Coliseum. But Carnival – it’s for the sex and the music and the sex and the dancing and the sex and the freedom and the sex. Nothing seems...