Many women have a hard time saying no. Perhaps the difficulty lies not, as some archaic scientists once believed, in the fact that women have difficulty saying no to men due to their alpha presence. It is possible that the real problem for women is not saying yes or no, but asking the philistine male to repeat his question in a more coherent and desirable way. There are some that argue that women are people pleasers, and therefore have a tough time saying no in almost all situations, irrespective of which gender is asking the question. There is obviously a time for yes and a time for no. If a stranger invites you into his car on a corner, it would seem obvious that the answer should be no. If your favorite actor in a sitcom pulls up to you on that same corner to ask you out to lunch, it may not be so clear whether the answer is yes or no. For beautiful women, models, and actresses, the questions are often more ambiguous, and require more forethought before answering.
Perhaps the male orgasm is as mysterious as the female orgasm. Probably not. Since men seem to achieve orgasm about 110 percent of the time, we can only take a look at what can make it better, not more likely to happen. The male lasting long enough for both partners to achieve orgasm is the main goal for most couples, but that is easier said than done. Most of the men interviewed for the following study had adhered to the traditional methods of controlling orgasm—mental distractions such as thinking about a mathematical problem or conjuring up a distant scene, or physical distractions such as biting the lip or pinching the skin (the premise being that pain will override the sensation of orgasm and thus delay it). Some men found extra pleasure in being sensuously caressed and others experimented with drugs in order to achieve a more intense and powerful orgasm.
She sat on her couch in silence, her thoughts consuming her. She ran her fingers through her dark, short hair, closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing. Recent events had left her wondering how they had gotten to this stage. The more she thought about their relationship now the more she thought about how they had first met and how wonderful things had been back then. She was 22 and had been making her way to her new flat. She was still very unfamiliar with the area and had yet to make any friends. She had decided to take a walk, but didn’t want to go too far, in case she managed to get herself lost. Regardless of her intention, she had managed to do exactly that. She felt very foolish and walked into a cafe to get out of the rain. She sat down for a coffee, taking a look around the cafe as she did so. She called a friend to ask for directions, but got her voicemail.
I made the mistake of reading up on so-called aphrodisiacs, or love potions, after eating a hearty lunch. The portions that gullible people have downed in an attempt to increase sexual prowess would turn innards. Or perhaps you would refer a concoction of dead bees tossed in a bottle with a little liquid, sealed, left to disintegrate for a couple of months, and then shaken well and swallowed. Or would you be tempted by a serving of powdered partridge brains? If I had to drink those mixtures I would be crawling into a sick bed instead of a love bed. Most of the world must agree with me, for these ancient brews have fallen out of favor. Fear not though, mother nature has not let you down, aphrodisiacs abound.
Damn I have so many books! Every time I go to my storage space, I feel overwhelmed. How did I accumulate so much stuff in only the 20 years since I got out of college? Well, the love of books just leads to more and more, I guess. Maybe I’ll sell some of my books someday, but that day still hasn’t come. Instead, I go to the storage and stand between the two 8' tall rows of over 100 boxes and say, "You’re out of your mind, Ben." Still, one advantage of my storage situation is that I met Lily Snapsit. She’s very pretty but quirky, too. She has a space a few feet across the aisle from mine, and I got to know her because we both go there at the same unlikely hours to do our thing. My thing is to stare at my books and ask myself where to begin to start selling them. Her thing is to take pinup pictures of herself in the empty space. Lily "Snapsit"—you see?
Casanova, throughout his long and active life in and out of the feather beds of Europe, was especially fond of his golden balls. No, we’re not referencing his genitals, though he did probably hold them to a golden esteem. Even so great a lover as Casanova had to contend with the mundane technicalities of contraception, and the balls he cherished were solid gold and 18 mm in diameter. Working on the theory that if the seed did not come in contact with the egg there would be nothing to regret, he gingerly positioned one of these elegant obstacles (aka diaphragms) inside his breathless lady lover. In the bizarre history of Casanova, he is known to have fathered more than a handful of golden children, and his birth control methods, often referred to as contraceptive ingenuity, would seem to have been less than reliable. But at least it was long-lasting. One golden ball was reported to have been in regular use for more than 15 years. In terms of his initial investment amortized over his sustained sexual prowess, he certainly got his money's worth.