Some people believe that a selfie is only an expression of narcissism, but for me it can be much more than that. We live in a society obsessed with physical perfection and a culture that seems to be addicted to cosmetic surgery and PhotoShop. On the one hand, we are bombarded by advertising imagery on TV and in magazines that lie to us constantly and promote beauty ideals that are unachievable. On the other hand, when a media celebrity is 'caught' on the beach displaying a little cellulite, or carrying few extra kilos, they are ridiculed.
The more money you spend on something, the higher your expectations become. This philosophy can also be applied to the world of luxury sex toys. Usually 'luxury', in this context, means that it is rechargeable by USB, is made of a non-porous material such as soft medical-grade silicone, has powerful, yet silent, motors and features organic shapes. That is to say, that the less it looks like a real penis, the better.
The Sticky World of Lubricants: "Made with natural ingredients." I read once in large letters on the packaging of lubricant from a brand that I won't mention. After reading the list of ingredients, however, I discovered that apart from Aloe Vera extract, the remainder of the ingredients list consisted of substances with long and unpronounceable names. I doubted that they were natural.
Eros and Thanatos. I don't want his pity. I want wild sex. All that matters is that I feel the blood running through my veins. I need to know that I am still very much alive despite the drab and depressing mood that I find myself in. I need to feel my heart beating, my breath accelerating and, above all, I have to feel the spasms of orgasm.
We work all year round dreaming about our holidays. For most of us it means a chance to escape the routine, stress and traffic jams. It's a time to relax and enjoy spending quality time with our partners and the family. However, a new study by Victoria Milan, a contacts page for married people or couples, has found that summer holidays make us more open to the idea of having an affair.
"It's not a glamorous look", "you've totally lost your sex appeal" or “how disgusting!" These are just some of the comments I received after publishing photos of my hairy armpits on social media. Of course, there were others that were more positive. I have to say that the negative comments didn't surprise me in the slightest. The merest glimpse of a hairy armpit on a woman usually causes this reaction. It was something that I used to find unpleasant too.
Normally, being able to resist the temptation of one last drink, a cigar or a piece of chocolate makes you feel proud of yourself. This isn't true, however, with sexual temptation. In this case, resisting a craving only generates the feeling of frustration. What normally happens is that the more you try to resist, the more desirable it is and the greater the temptation becomes.
According to my experience, condoms are like cigarettes: every man has his favorite brand. His preference might depend on comfort, sensitivity, or simply because a particular brand has never let him down. When I was studying at University, condoms were given away for free. We could drop by the medical center and pick up as many as we wanted. In addition, there were several different types and brands to choose from. I only realized how fortunate the situation was when I came to Spain and had to pay for them myself. The truth is I didn't know they were so expensive. As a solution, I made my boyfriends buy them.
For me there's nothing better than having an authentic domestic god in my house. He's a man who is tidy, is a good cook and who, above all, finds pleasure from serving a woman. I don't just want one for the sake of convenience, or to enjoy the benefits of a tidy environment without having to lift a finger or to taste delicious food that I haven't had to prepare for myself. Just the idea of domestic godliness is something that never fails to seduce me.
Hollywood sex scenes never last long enough for my tastes. There's usually a slow emotional build up between the characters and then, when the big moment arrives, it concludes with a few brief clips accompanied by a cheesy saxophone break on the soundtrack. I have my own favourite sex scenes, of course. There are some that I like so much that I would've preferred to have starred in them myself. In my versions, however, I would've done a few things differently.