Several months ago, I was walking on 42nd Street in New York City with Ron. Ron is a lawyer–as a hobby, I'd argue, because his real occupation is sex. Ron is a highly accomplished voyeur, and knows more about sex than anyone I know. As we were approaching the corner of Seventh Ave., Ron put his hand on my arm and said in a low voice so as not to draw any attention, "Look in that car parked there by the curb. There are two people fucking in the car."
For the first several years of marriage, sex was probably great between you and your significant other. You banged every which way, experiencing orgasm after orgasm all over the place. During the past few years, you might not have had difficulty sustaining sexual interest, but eventually it will begin to go downhill.
You’ve seen it done in sex films a dozen times, and it couldn't be easier, right? Some guy hides a video camera in his bedroom, then invites a foxy date to join him for a nightcap. The end result is a sex tape portraying their lovemaking to enjoy long after they've separated, or to blackmail her into more such trysts. When our hero plays his tape back, it looks just as professional as a movie–filled with tight close-ups and different exciting angles. This particular brand of sex flick was conceived around the impotent voyeur who got off on such footage. But like everything else you see on the screen, it's a fantasy. Good sex tapes just aren't made that way. At least, not anymore.
I am 23 years old, single, and live in a small seashore town in North Carolina. It's a quiet little town, but I enjoy this remote area, where I attend a nearby college.
Love has turned me into a “shopping-bag." But I'm not the only one. I've learned that many of the innocent-looking tote bags I see sprouting squash racquets and office files are likely to contain a toothbrush and change of clothes as well. I'm not talking about the post-adolescent version of a "slumber party" in which single people routinely prepare for a date or a night on the town by carrying camouflaged shaving kits or contraceptive gadgetry–"just in case." I'm talking about a pattern of living in which love and "liberation" conspire to make extracurricular commuting a daily routine.
For way too long, sex toys were viewed as something that were only used by the loneliest men out there - but this is no longer the case. A new sex toy revolution has been in the making, and it's causing a major boom in the design and creation of sex toys geared towards men.