As you’ve probably all noticed we’ve been a bit wayward with posting.

APOLOGIES.

We’ve got no excuses – at least none other than life has been hectic. But when has it not been for any of us?

Anyway, all that to say, that after a long pseudo break, we’re back and ready to get down to the business of handling our business this here blog – consistently. With that in mind, here’s my two cents for today.

So, in between the family crises and visits to funeral homes (I wasn’t kidding when I said it was a hectic few months) that have filled my days over the last long while, I’ve managed to squeeze a little play – of the horizontal kind – in. And as a direct result of spending a bit of time with one delightfully unartful paramour, I now have a list of tips I think may be helpful for those of you embarking on new(ish) sexual adventures. Here we go…

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Vive la difference…and then forget about it. As much as many of us are drawn to people with values and lifestyles similar to our own, there’s nothing like a little difference to turn one’s crank – because opposites do indeed attract. So, by all means tell your flavour of the week, month or year what it is about them you find interesting, unique or exotically

No one digs being seen as exotically erotic...all the time.

Be indulgent. Try as we might, it’s pretty easy to fall into a sexual rut with a bedmate – even an amazing one. So, it can’t hurt to indulge your partner’s fantasies every once in a while. Especially when doing so requires you to go on a shopping spree for a tiny black tutu, white knee socks and a pair of red ribbons to go in your hair…but I digress.

Make special requests – very carefully. Okay folks, here’s my caveat to the point above. If you’re lucky enough to be boinking someone you have great chemistry with, who is also willing to indulge you in the boudoir, don’t kill the vibe by asking them something really silly (particularly via text) like “Do you have a friend who you think will join us for a threesome?” if: A) you’ve never discussed having a threesome with the partner in question before; B) you haven’t known them for a long while (FYI: long is relative, so use your very discerning judgment, ok?!?!?); and C) you aren’t 100% sure they won’t give you a hard side eye and then (not so) gently place you on the curb for even thinking about it.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Now, as one very wise Trini woman in my inner circle often tells me ‘everything ain’t for everybody.’ So, there’s a good chance that the person you fall into bed with may not be into all the same things you are – at least not to the same degree. Of course if the stars align, you’ll likely be able to twist their arm convince them to give or receive something they are officially ‘not that into.’ I’m not going to get into the nitty gritty details here, but let’s just say with a little encouragement (please note I didn’t say bullying) and a well-placed hand, finger or tongue, can make a believer out of almost anyone.

Give ‘em a little space and grace. As I alluded to at the top, my current playmate isn’t the most suave dude on the block. When we first met he put his foot in his mouth on the regular, and in my younger, much less tolerant days, I would’ve have sent him packing for such offences. Without even sampling his goods. Luckily, the older and wiser(?) me has learned that a good cock man is hard to find, so now is such moments I simply pause,  take a deep breath and make a mental note to address the situation later. After all, there’s no beef a solid horizontal mambo can’t fix, right?

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Hey CoCo,

So I have to say that this past Valentine’s Day was awesome for me. My guy and I celebrated in style with a fancy dinner, gifts, and some pretty amazing lingerie-fuelled sexytimes. What’s to complain about? Well, the problem is that I’m trying to make this ish happen more than 1 or 2 (birthday sex) times a year! I know it can’t be hearts and flowers everyday because, lord knows, we are some busy working people over here. It’s just that this time of year makes me conscious of the fact that we need to pay more attention to romance. Do you have any ideas on how to keep things hot and sticky all year long?

Chocolate Sex

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Hey Chocolate,

Mmmm, I love that name. Makes me want to dig into the leftover candy I’m sure my husband has hidden somewhere up in her…  Ok, back to you point. I totally agree with you CS, all year we go about our busy lives, having routine sex and taking our partners for granted. Then a special occasion comes along and we get our asses in gear, have a great (or terrible, let’s be honest) time and then the spark fades out until the next time we decide to make a big deal about sex. We, as a people, are hurting for romance but it’s pretty easy to bring it on back. Here’s How:

Commit to having fancy sex at least once a month. Whatever that means to you, please make it a monthly occasion. This is only 12 times per year when both of you make sure you smell good, look good, and are doing it well.

Make the date and DO NOT change or postpone it. Keep that shit sacred. How you going to make someone feel special when you’re putting them off? Priorities people!

Take turns planning your sexual adventures. Each person has to take some responsibility to make sure that the sex is inventive, exciting and memorable. This way the seduction and romancing does not become a chore for only one partner. It also means that each of you get’s to look forward to having your ultimate fantasy sex at least every 8 weeks.

Share your fantasies. Write a letter, read erotic stories together or pop in a porno for ideas. In order to have incredible sex you need to tap into your fantasies and share what makes you hot. It can be difficult to let another person in on your secrets but if don’t ask for it you won’t get it girl and that’s the truth!

Try new things! Get a sex guide or surf the internet to discover the wide variety of sexual practices and variations. Visit a sex shop and get some new toys. Do something – anything – different each time. Switch up positions, whatever! Routine is the enemy of romance.

Get some Tantra happening. Tantra is a sacred sexual practice that is all about increased connectedness during sex. Using just a few techniques such as sustained eye contact and synchronized breathing can take your experience out of this world. There’s no need to go full on into it if that’s not your style. Just try a few new things and keep what you find useful.

Make it last! One of the things that signifies a more romantic experience for many of us is the amount of time and effort that goes into the sexual experience itself. Set aside the whole night, afternoon or whatever you’ve managed to carve out of your schedule and remain completely focused when you’re together.

Build anticipation. Send a text or email that says you’re thinking of the person. Leave out some lingerie or toys to give an idea of what’s to come. Send them off with a lingering kiss that will have them thinking about you all day. I know you got this!

Umpf! Do all this and you will definitely turn up the heat and keep the fires burning all year. Now, if you’ll excuse me… I’ve got some personal issues that need my attention. Hot and sticky indeed!

Love CoCo

‘ello! Feeling a bit naughty today, so for this, our 20th edition of Vintage Frog Lore, I’ve decided to share a bit of erotica – by none other than yours truly. I won’t bore you with a long preamble, and just let the post speak for itself. So…

Breathe.

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I awaken to touch, and then confusion.

I feel the ghost of a caress on my neck and my breath catchs in my throat.

My eyes are still closed, and in the darkness I reach out to you.

My hand finds the arm of my chair. My eyes open.

I feel your touch again, and my body sinks into it.

My shoulder pressing firmly against the chair.

I look over, you are not you. You are a stranger sleeping next to me on the plane.

Your touch is not your touch; it is the hot breath of the form sleeping next to me.

Disappointed, I close my eyes to sleep again.

But the caress continues.

I feel the lightest touch against my throat from this stranger’s breath.

My pulse quickens.

I lean my body in towards the stranger.

His breath plays across my exposed flesh.

I feel goose bumps form across the bare skin of my chest.

With my eyes closed – each of his breaths are your fingertips, tracing from my ear lobe towards the swell of my breasts.

I feel my nipples harden.

I lift my hand to trace the line of your touch.

And as if I was physically struck, suddenly I miss you.

I remember our last night together, and wonder why am I flying away from you.

My hand hovers over my heart while the breath of the stranger dances over my skin.

The memory of you fills my senses.

I.

Miss.

Your.

Cock.

With a sideward glance I check to make sure stranger is still sleeping.

I undo the top two buttons of my blouse.

I turn away from the aisle and towards the sleeping stranger.

As his breath sweeps across my chest, I manoeuvre my hand  beneath my blouse to gently cup my breast, freeing it from the lace of my bra.

The stranger’s breath now rushes over my erect nipple.

I check again.

The stranger sleeps and my flesh is hidden from other passengers.

I slide my hand under the fabric of the aeroplane blanket.

I am surprised to feel the wetness between my legs.

I close my eyes.

I let visions you fill my mind.

The stranger’s breath is your mouth, my hand is your hand.

The stranger’s breath is your hand, my hand is your hand.

The stranger’s breath is your hand, my hand is your mouth.

I.

Miss.

Your.

Cock.

My fingers are not yours, but they play out the same path.

I arch my back as the sensation builds.

I am lost in the moment.

I am lost in you.

Your hand joins mine.

Your fingers take over. Reaching deeper, rubbing faster.

I gasp, but the sound is lost as your lips cover mine.

Your kiss lifts me, and as you move your mouth to my exposed nipple, I bite my lip to stifle my moan.

I lift my hips to your hand to take you deeper, to take all of you.

I.

Miss.

Your.

Cock.

Your teeth draw out my nipple; your other hand massages my breast exquisitely.

My breath stops.

I crest, deliciously, marvellously, exhilaratingly; I crest and ride a wave of you.

As I reach the shallows of you, I exhale.

Your hand slows and stills.

Your mouth leaves my chest, and you rearrange my bra and blouse to cover me.

I sigh into your mouth as you gently kiss me good night.

Without opening my eyes, I draw up the blanket, and turn away from the stranger.

My body is spent, and begging for rest.

“Sweet dreams” a voice says in my ear that is not yours.

I feel the stranger shift in his seat and lean back into his chair.

I close my eyes and smile.

I sleep and I dream of you.

Over the past couple of years or so we’ve had the distinct pleasure of making the acquaintance of many unique and interesting  bloggers. Very few, if any, as unique as our girl over at Something She Dated. And guess what? She graciously agreed to be our victim in this week’s installment of the Quickie.

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If someone decided to make a film based solely on your sex and dating life, what track would you choose for your theme song?

Prince…Little Red Corvette (Baby, you’re much too fast)

What’s the one thing you now know about sex, dating and relationships that you wish someone had told you when you were a kid?

Don’t fake it. Ever. Because once you do it once, it becomes so easy to continue doing so. It’ll become like a habit. A horrible habit, that helps absolutely no one. And it’ll make it harder and harder each successive time (even if it’s with different guys) to ask for what you want, to get what you need, to make sure you get yours too. And that should always be a given. The power of sex should come just as much from the pleasure you receive as the pleasure you give.

What is the first thing you would do if you woke up one morning and found you were the opposite sex? And what would worry you most about dating/being intimate about the gender you are now once you made the switch?

This is going to make me sound like a dick…but uh…try to fuck everything in sight?  (assuming all the necessary desires came with the gender switch). In all honesty, I’m not sure I would have any worries. I would treat girls with respect, and honesty. I would be upfront about what I had to offer, what I was available for, what my priorities were and then I would give them the bang(s) of their lives (I’m such a romatic, no?). Btw…I’m assuming in this scenario that I turn into a super hot dude…so uh…not sure what the plan would be if I was hideous or something. Rough.

What’s the sexiest pick up line you’ve ever heard? How did you respond?

“You’re writing is beyond amazing.”  I had sex with him immediately. I’ll let you guys decide whether or not you think this is true.

When it comes to monogamy, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being “I’m wide open” and 10 being “I’m not just closed, my shit is on lock” where do you fall?

Hmmm…this one is really tough for me to answer without adding a little context. See, when it comes to monogamy, I’m assuming it’s in reference to a relationship, a committed relationship, in which case “I’m not just closed, my shit is on lock”. That being said, am I currently interested in a relationship?  Not really. Essentially “I’m wide open”. However, there’s a third possibility as well. If I was dating someone (see how I say that all covert like…’If’ I was dating someone…as to not give away the fact that I’m dating someone)…and he was like…let’s only fuck each other…well honestly I’d probably say yes. I mean, it’s not a lifetime committment. It’s not even a lengthy committment. It would work…until it didn’t. And I’m not opposed to short relationships, bouts of committment, moments of monogamy, if you will. So…uh…was that clear?

You’re on your death bed and the grim reaper takes pity on you, offering you a choice between spending 24 hours having the BEST sex of your life OR 365 more totally sexless (not even a dry hump!) and masturbation free days to live here on planet earth. Which would you choose?

You would probably think that I would choose the sex given my love for it.  But honestly, I would choose the sexless 365 days without a second thought. Boys are boys and sex is sex but family…friends…all the things I have left to say…all the ways I want to affect the world…all the moments I haven’t yet had…those would be at the forefront of my mind.  There are so many things I haven’t yet written.

Is the intersection of sex and technology (i.e. internet dating, social media, smartphones) more of a help or hindrance to the dating scene?

To be honest, I grew up with internet dating…I’m not even sure I’ve ever dated anyone I didn’t meet online (though hooking up etc. is an entirely different story)…so for me though internet dating is basically the norm. As for social media…again…this isn’t a new fad for me.  I was meeting boys on blackplanet.com long before myspace was even a thing lol. However, as a sex and dating blogger, social media can be problematic for me (mainly because it adds a level of ‘covert’ that I have to adhere to in order not to give myself away…whether it be not revealing my blog to a boy I’ve got on Facebook…or not revealing all my cards/feelings/thoughts to a boy on Twitter).

What is your least favourite sexual position and why?

I know this will make me unpopular with the boys…but I fucking hate being on top.  I’m a big gal…who likes to be dominated…so when you put those two together being on top is literally the least exciting, the least fun, the least likely to get my mojo working.  Unless he doesn’t mind me slapping him around a bit with my tits…sometimes that’s pretty fucking hilarious…but not really sexy…but fun lol.

What’s the one thing in your “goody drawer” that you absolutely can’t live without?

Real talk. Vibrator. The best sex for me is with a boy AND a vibe. That way I get to cum while he’s inside me, otherwise…it’s likely not going to happen that way (though it still better fucking happen!)

When I first moved to LA, I was working as a bartender (days) and was broke as a joke. I hadn’t really considered the “industry” when I got here…OK well yes I did. Because you can’t miss the goddamn “industry”, it’s in.your.face. 24-7. And your options are either that industry or the other industry, tucked away in the valley (wink, wink). So I was trying, like everyone else, to get a job in THE “industry.”

Through a friend of a friend (that’s always how it works in this town) I got an interview to be a personal assistant for an actor. No names – I’ll just say he was an actor on a critically-acclaimed series on a premium cable channel. No, sadly, it wasn’t “Gigolos.” He wasn’t D-list or C-list, but wasn’t A-list either. You’d know him, but you wouldn’t see his face plastered in the tabloids.

As it always happens, my friend called to tell me the interview was that evening, at a Starbucks in Hollywood at 6PM – right when I got off of work. No heads up, no time to change, so I did what and enterprising young gal does – grabbed a Sharpie, colored in the bleach stains on my black t-shirt and covered up the scuff marks all over my shoes, ran into Sephora and doused myself with perfume and quickly used every possible sampler to make up my face in less than five minutes.

I booked it to Starbucks – no sign of him. So I ordered some Earth-friendly green tea and waited. And waited. And waited. Finally he shows up, looking good, casual, almost ordinary. He gives me a wary look as I stand and smile, hand outstretched. “Ariel?”

I gush and stammer about what a pleasure, is this table OK, do you want me to go and order for you? And he waves me away. “This is fine, lemme go grab a drink.” So I sit and fidget while he stands ten feet from me, waiting to order, then stands seven feet from me, waiting for his drink. He’s texting on his phone the whole time, with absolutely no interaction for ten minutes. Trying to play it cool, I check my phone every thirty seconds. Nope, no one’s called or texted. Finally he comes and sits down, then stares coolly at me. “Tell me about yourself,” he barks.

I clasp my hands in my lap, sit up straight and proceed to recite my college degree, my previous work experience, etc.

“Uh-huh.” he murmurs. He looks bored. “How well do you know the industry?”

Oh Christ, I have no idea – the industry is powerful? Sacrosanct? So I just start babbling about studios and movies and celebrity culture and understanding the need for privacy and discreetness, confidential and highly-important materials, matters of top priority, which I assume would be the key words he’s looking for. My bullshit must have worked because he relaxes and nods. “I’m going to need someone who can anticipate my needs, have intimate knowledge of my schedule and routine and be ready at a moment’s notice – think you can handle that?”

Of course, I say a bit too eagerly – always the people-pleaser. After a few more minutes he suddenly stands up. “Let’s get out of here. I live right around the corner, where you’d be working. Ready for a tour?”

Jeez. I get to see his house! I follow him out, quite chuffed to see a few heads turn in our direction.

We go to a beautiful bungalow tucked away from the street behind artfully-landscaped trees and bushes. Inside it’s dark-dark-dark. I squint to adjust my eyes from the previous glare of relentless LA sunshine.

“I keep the curtains drawn at all times to keep it nice and cool in here,” he remarks by way of explanation. He lights some candles and offers me a drink. I nervously decline. I’m not nervous to be alone with him, I’m nervous because suddenly this feels like a date. And I’m kind of excited by this.

He sits next to me on the couch, close enough so our knees almost touch. He asks me about where I grew up, my family, my interests. This definitely feels like a date. I sink into the cushions, look dreamily into his eyes and chatter away. He tells me a little bit about himself, but not too much. I only realize this later; after all, it was still an interview. “How are you about traveling? We’re going to have to go to a lot of award shows…” I’m giddier than Mary Lou who just got off the bus from Topeka. Award shows? Gee Golly Williker, sign me up!

This just might've been the bulk of my work day if I'd become his personal assistant.

Hours seem to pass until suddenly he stands up and stretches. “OK Ariel, I have to go get ready for a premiere tonight, so I’m sorry but I have to wrap this up. Thanks for coming over.” He smiles and gives me a hug (a hug!) then shows me out. I stand outside the bungalow, starry-eyed and wiggly all over. After a few days of calling everyone I know and screaming, “I’m going to work for ___________!!!” (a tad presumptuous), one of the bartenders at work sat me down and kindly, gently explained the realities of being a personal assistant: on-call 24-7. No life of my own. Very demanding and tedious, and while surrounded by glamour, I will never truly be a part of it. It was the kind of talk I needed. Because, I realized, I WOULD sleep with my boss. There would be absolutely no question about it. As soon as he lit one of those goddamn candles I would be ripping my clothes off, Sharpie stains et al. And there’s no job security in star fucking.

I heaved a sigh and called _____’s cell phone (I had his cell phone number!) I explained that I so appreciated the opportunity to meet him, but I had decided that I was not a good fit. “Oh, no,” he said, sounding genuinely disappointed (he is an actor, after all). “You were one of the best candidates and I was about to call you for a second interview. Are you sure you won’t reconsider?”

Gaah. “N–no, I’m afraid not.”

So that was the end of my brush with fame, or possibly with a famous penis. I’m proud to say I now have a decent job, steady income, benefits, a 401(k) plan, and am completely bored out of my skull and celibate. Yay, here’s to being sensible and responsible! Hoo-Fucking-Ray.

Folks, it’s time for your weekly ‘quickie’ again, and this week we’re featuring a goddess. True story. Yep, this week we’re getting up close and way too personal with blogger, talk show host and relationship coach, Goddess  Intellect. Happy reading…

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What’s the one thing you now know about sex, dating and relationships that you wish someone had told you when you were a kid?

Where do I begin? Since that is a question probably suited for a 500 word post I will keep is simple and say that I wish I had been taught how much power I hold as a woman in attracting the type of relationships I want into my life.

Voyeur or Exhibitionist?

Exhibitionist, I’m too sexy to just watch, hello!

Name one thing on your sexual bucketlist?

I would like to try a threesome but I have two things standing in my way…my long time friend emotional attachment and her sidekick chicken shit.

When it comes to monogamy, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being “I’m wide open” and 10 being “I’m not just closed, my shit is on lock” where do you fall?

I would say 9.5. I don’t consider myself locked until I’m married. I can be monogamous in a committed relationship that is not sealed with a ring but really and truly- Until then may the best man win.

You’re on your death bed and the grim reaper takes pity on you, offering you a choice between spending 24 hours having the BEST sex of your life OR 365 more totally sexless (not even a dry hump!) and masturbation free days to live here on planet earth. Which would you choose?

It depends, if I had to remain on earth for an extra 365 days with the sex drive I have now, I may get put in prison. I would take the 24 hours of the best sex with the man I love over sexual deprivation.

What is your least favorite sexual position and why?

Hmmmm *scratches beard* it’s harder for me to get off when I’m in that position where my legs are held up and tightly together at a 90 degree angle. What does that do for men? Because it does nothing for me. I wish I knew what this position was called…I really do.

What’s the one thing in your “goody drawer” that you absolutely can’t live without?

Believe it or not I’ve recently become familiar with the wonderful world of toys and I have to say I’m not fascinated by them like I thought I would be. I really love skin to skin contact fluid exchanges along with the sounds and smell of sex. Everything a toy can do I’m convinced I can do it better.

In three words or less describe your current sex life.

Keeps getting better.

**In case you haven’t already heard our first book, Asses to Asses, Bust to Bust, is now available as an e-book or in print. For further details, including the various ways you can get your hands on a copy or two of your very own, click here.**

It’s the 30^th edition of Secrets From the Goody Drawer, which means we’ve been running this column for quite some time – since January 2011 to be exact. Over the last year and half we’ve covered a lot of ground, everything from ‘fuck clubs’ to closet freaks. So, we decided that now was as good a time as any to bring our newer readers up to speed, by hitting you all with a recap of some of our more popular SFGD posts…

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No. 2 – An interview with Noirceuil, the founder of Fuck Club, a Toronto based group that specializes in helping women fulfill their gang bang fantasies. To date, it’s still one of the most interesting interviews ever featured on this site.

No. 5 – A post that considers what it would be like to live in a world where all the ‘closet freaks’ among us felt comfortable enough to unabashedly discuss and express their sexuality.

No. 6 – A little erotica to whet your appetite.

No. 10 – An essay that begs the question that we’re sure most sex pozzie folks have asked themselves at some point in their lives: are you more sex negative than you think?

No. 11 – The edition that featured our inaugural podcast, in which we all learned – courtesy of @hl_bb – that Penises Are Like Snowflakes.

No. 17 – Yours truly dishes on one of my biggest sexual fantasies…no ifs, ands or butts about it.

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Did you miss the first two parts of this story? If so, catch up here and here…

Where does that more start?

As if reading my mind, David again reaches around me. I feel the heat of his breath on the nape of my neck. That warming sensation makes me melt just a little.

However, instead of guiding my hand, as I expect him to. He holds me, holds my hand against me.

“Don’t forget to savour small moments,” he offers. His words give me delightful chills.

“What should I do now?” I ask. Well, I know something I would like to do now. I can tell he’d be open to my idea because I can feel just how up he is.

He takes a moment to think, eyes remaining locked on mine.

“Well…I’m of two minds here. I think it would be fantastic to continue on here, like this. You’ll get more confidence in feeling a woman’s body the more you know your own. However, if we to stay in…we’ll definitely fuck. And it will be great. But I worry it’ll take away from the feelings and thoughts and sensations you’re experiencing.”

It is nice that he’s being so kind and considerate, but at this moment I am beside myself with lust. But I really don’t know what to do with it. I could reach down and rub myself to a tremendous orgasm. Or I could throw him down on the bed and we could fuck the night away. Or…

“What do you want to do?” I ask eager to know what he wants. Actually, I kinda want to let go and just do what he wants. He’s done a good job getting us to this state.

“Well, what I want isn’t going to happen, there’s only two of us here,” he says grinning slyly. “Plus, I don’t think you’re quite ready to jump that deep into this new pool.”

He’s right. I may be all wet right now, but I’m certainly not confident enough to bring home a woman.

“However,” he continues, “I do know a good club we could zip over to where we could do a little window shopping.”

Leave the house when I’m this aroused? Without doing anything about it?

He reads my mind. “I can’t think of a better time to gauge your lady attraction than while you’re all hot and bothered.”

Ah, I see… as much as he’s been very sweet about this, now I know just how much he is turned on by what we’re doing. And now that I’ve gotten over the initial fear of talking to him about my desires, I’m ready to get more carnal.

“Let’s go,” I murmur, giving his cock a quick squeeze.

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The club is seems small from the outside, just a door, no lights, no doorman. As he leads me in, I wonder how he even knows of this place…and what we’ll find inside.

It may be late but the place is packed. And the crowd is pretty. Really, really pretty. It opens up into a wide and tall expanse, kind of like an old library. There is a balcony all around the top level, overlooking the busy dance floor. It is ringed with people looking down on the hot action below.

David leaves me leaning beside a pillar to go get us a couple drinks. I feel very shy and conspicuous. Can the people see the horny on my face? Is it obvious that I’m here to look at women? Is this place even accepting of that?

It doesn’t take me long to sort all that out. Once my eyes have adjusted to the low light I can see the various permutations of people on the dance floor. Women dancing with men. Men dancing with men. Women dancing with women. And every combination in between. The heat in the club is almost stifling and many people, including a few women, are topless, their sweaty bodies glistening under the strobe lights.

Immediately my eyes begin to scan the room. I find myself getting wet all over again. While I try to search out hot women, I’m surprised by just how sexy it is to watch men making out as well. I spot David gliding back from the bar, weaving his way through the crowd, eyes staring right into mine. He’s also got a big smile on his face. But the moment I catch his eye, my attention is pulled away. As he makes his way through the press of sweat slickened bodies he passes the most beautiful woman in the world. And I don’t want to take my eyes off her.

She’s dancing with a couple friends near the edge of the dance floor. I see her gorgeous smile, her shimmering red hair, her curvy, sexy body. I take it all in in seconds and immediately feel like I know everything and nothing about her. She dances with soft, fluid motions, her hips leading the way. She’s got me in a trance.

“I take it you see something you like.” David laughs. Damn! He startles me out of my sight lust. I’d only had a few moments to stare at her but I can tell that my panties are totally soaked. I barely manage a nod, before my eyes drift back to her.

David turns to face the crowd, following my gaze and upon seeing the object of my desire, he smiles again.

“Looks like you’ve caught someone’s attention.”

I look back at him, not comprehending what he’s saying.

“Take a look, babe,” he whispers in my ear, “She’s smiling at you.”

Folks, I can hardly believe it myself, but we’ve been featuring this advice column, featuring the one and only Coco La Crème, for 12 whole months now! Oh how time flies when you’re having oodles of fun. And no one can deny that we’ve all had a whole lot of F-U-N soaking up Coco’s pearls of sexual wisdom each and every month.

Of course, we couldn’t let this momentous occasion pass, without commemorating it in some small way – especially since our girl Coco got hitched this past weekend! (Congrats to you and your new husband Anthony, Coco!!)  So, for this edition of Love Coco, we’re hitting you with a retrospective of the most popular editions of Love Coco over the last year.

Now, without further ado, here’s Coco on…

Fantasizing too much during sex? (Is that even possible?)