It was supposed to have been the trip of my lifetime. A week in a five-star hotel in the Caribbean. The sea views were supposed to be amazing. One whole week of premium chilling out, only to be interrupted by great sex-sessions with my amazing boyfriend at that time. As I crossed-off the dates on my calendar, I became more and more excited about it. What could possibly go wrong?
Sex & Relationships
This blog was initially intended to be a fetish blog. Soon after its creation in 2009, I began collaborating with a wide variety of Spanish media outlets including: GQ, El País, Playboy, Objetivo Bienestar, Primera Linea, Interviu and Antena 3 TV amongst others. As this was at a time that predated the 50 Shades of Grey era, I was asked to write about general sex and relationships topics .
In this category, you will find translations of my articles that were originally published in Spanish media. Including topics such as: masturbation, orgasms, infidelity, sexual confessions, sex tips, singles, dating, online dating, cybersex, sexting, advice, myths and much more.
Articles are published every Friday.
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Why Don’t Women Make the First Move?
This is a topic that came up during an English Language Workshop that I gave in Barcelona a couple of years ago. It was to a group of lesbians, which made a change. I had just got to the end of the workshop when a girl raised her hand. I smiled and nodded to her.
“Aren’t you going to teach us some techniques for making the first move’ She asked “You know, tips for pulling?”
When I was a student, I used to work as a waitress to get some extra money. I was willing to work in any type of restaurant except Italian ones. I have nothing against Italians. Quite the contrary. In fact, Italian was my absolute favourite food at the time. It was just that I was afraid that I would end up getting sick and tired of it. Because I loved it so much, I was not going to let that happen.
When I was 20 years old, I thought that reaching the age of thirty and being single would be a disaster. At that age, I speculated that my body clock would be ticking louder than ever. Back then, each time I had sex I would be wondering if the man I was with could be a viable candidate for being the father of my children. Now that I am in my thirties, however, my opinion about this has changed completely.
I have always envied women who are able to walk easily and elegantly in high heels without falling over. Sadly, I do not have as much luck as they do. It is very difficult for me to find shoes that combine sex appeal with comfort. The few times that I have gone out wearing high heels have ended up the same way and bruises are something that are never thought of as sexy. Because of my clumsiness, I only wear heels for photo sessions and sex sessions.
Sex blogger Sacrifices
I like to imagine that I’ve got the best job in the world and I probably have. It has been 7 years since I established my website. Now I work full-time as a sex blogger. My job has several obvious advantages: free sex toys, complimentary lingerie and most importantly, no alarm-clock in the morning. When I am at a party with other professionals and it is my turn to explain what I do, I always end up impressing them by having the coolest job of anyone by far. It does not really matter that it is not the most well paid.
“You’re really loud today” someone once informed me in the middle of the sex act. Louder than normal? I pondered this when I recalled the shuddering orgasm that I experienced a few minutes earlier. Yes, it had been louder. This was partly because I was really into it at that moment. On further reflection I had to concede to myself that my increased volume was more to do with the fact that I was in a hotel room.
I had always wanted to try strap-on sex. This was due to the simple fact that I could determine the size, the texture and the design of the fake phallus that would be attached to it. For me, the most important thing about a real penis is not it’s size per se. It is my preference that it should be absolutely rigid when it matters most. I always imagined that a strap-on must be fantastic for this very reason because its perpetual stiffness was guaranteed. I was intrigued about using one with another woman, especially because I could both give and receive its pleasures. Fortunately, I have a female friend who shared my curiosity.
The main reason I do not watch porn comes down to personal taste. I would always choose erotica over porn. My preference is for a well-written script interpreted by talented actors as opposed to real sexual positions adopted by porn performers. I suppose that I want to put my own imagination to work. In mainstream porn, imagination is seldom required. The monotonous gynaecological close-ups do nothing for me, I have to say. I do not find them overly explicit as much as I consider them standardised and boring.
“Goodbye” I whispered to my beloved sofa as I saw it being pushed out of my front door by three Italian students. For many, a sofa is just a piece of furniture that you relax on to watch television or have a nap on. But I have never had a single siesta on my sofa, even though I live in Spain. To be honest, I have not mastered the art of it. Nor have I watched television on my sofa because I don’t have one. For me, my sofa was a place to recline after a long day or, most importantly, it was my favorite place to have sex.