Saturday, February 11, 2012
Unprotected Sex Should Never Be A Fantasy For Porn Stars To Peform In Real Life
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Are Naked Pictures Still A Turn On?
I looked up and said to Troy "Is it a video?"
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Conversations With Your Penis
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Can The Aftermath Of Sex Be A Pain In The Butt?
How do they feel and what do they do afterwards?
Based on personal experiences, I found the aftermath of sex to be a horrific process. First, you can hardly walk. The mid section of your body is slightly hurting from all of that sex. But that's the least of your worries. You have now wondering how you are going to get this person out of your house. Even though the individual is sleeping on the other side of the bed, you personally don't want him/her to be staying in your house. That's why you let the sex happen sometime before midnight.
After you finally managed to get the individual out of your house, you begin to get this weird feeling in your stomach, and have to rush to the bathroom. If you were drinking alcohol, you throw up. In other cases, you are sitting on the toilet, releasing the remains of whatever it was that was completely wrecked on the inside. Then you grab a bar of soap, cover two of your fingers with it, and slightly wash your insides.
After flushing your toilet, you move over to the sink and start brushing your teeth. You had your tongue and lips around many different parts of the body. Whether it's kissing the stomach and nipples, or sucking their front door, you've had your tongue and mouth all over the person's body. So you brush your teeth for a long time. Then you compliment the brushing with not one but two cups of Listerine.
Once you finish brushing your teeth you head over to the shower to turn the water on. You want to get rid of the smell of sex after your crazy session. You stay in the shower for quite a while and begin to reflect on that night. The good, the bad, and what fields you think you will be better at next time.
If you truly want to get rid of the smell, you remove the bed sheets, put it in the laundry, grab some new sheets, and then let out the Febreeze.
The first day is truly a pain in the butt. Once the second day arrives, you begin to get extra worried. You don't know where this person has been. People don't truly tell each other about their status. You begin to get slightly worried about the things you feel in your body, it provokes you to go the doctor and get yourself checked. You are making sure that everything about you is clean while the aftermath of sex is still fresh.
In life, we are careful about everything. Now that the world has these new sexually transmitted diseases, you become extra protective. Life is starting to be crazy thing with the new things you got to watch out for. Even though sex is a wonderful activity whether it passionate or a just a Monday morning workout session, I can't help but wonder.
Can the aftermath of sex be a pain the butt?
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Can Tops and Bottoms Truly Be Friends?
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
MTV’s ‘Skins’ Parties in Reverse

Despite recently having advertising from the likes of Subway, Schick, H&R Block, GM and Wrigley pulled over protest from the Parents Television Council, MTV’s “new” show about sexy teens having sex and doing drugs, Skins USA, is continuing on and even releasing new promo spots like the one above.
Hilariously enough, the US version of the show is reportedly less morally depraved than the British version of the show that has been airing on the BBC since January 2007. Are American parents just too sensitive about a show depicting actual teenage actors engaging in adult behavior that at times calls for nudity? Or, are accusations that the show could be considered child pornography spot on?
Regardless, the pilot’s high ratings mean MTV isn’t going to pull the plug on the series any time soon. Also, this can be seen as an opportunity for a new set of advertisers (Trojan Condoms, Four Loko, K-Y Jelly, Adderall) to embrace the show’s risque content and capitalize off of the controversy. Is the show a realistic portrayal of teenage life? Who cares. The promos from Post Millennium writer/director Evan Silver and editor Nathan Byrne make this fantastic drug-and-booze high school orgy set to Sleigh Bells’ “Kids” look like too much fun for MTV’s target demographic to ignore.
The full-length promo follows after the jump:
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Zolra's Corner: The Hormal Pleasure

I am not the kind of person that goes to sex parties. I have nothing against sex parties, but I don't picture myself going to one. It's hard at times to not have sex, but I am handling it. One is food. I have a fast metabolism that is making me stay at 120 pounds. So I can eat 4 lemon cakes and still be 120 pounds.
Since I am discussing pleasure, I want to talk about sexual gay relationships. Ever since my blog Zolra's Weblog got that sex column on it, I cannot stop thinking about it. In the gay community, I can't help but notice that homosexual couples are having more sex than heterosexual couples. Every time I walk around an area that is mostly populated with gay people, one couple is either grabbing onto their mate's back sides or showing a lot of PDA.
I remember watching this lesbian couple on television. According to them, they lose weight by having lots of sex. As for men, it's pretty obvious that their having lots of sex. When two male hormones connect, you have a combustion. It's actions like this that makes me worry about future relationships. Lately, there are mostly hookups than dating. Meeting a man with commitment material appears to be harder than expected. After noticing these actions it got me thinking.
When it comes to same sex relationships, which one comes first. The relationship or the sex?
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Coming soon...BOYPUSSY!
Everyday, we comb the streets draped in psuedo-masculine drag. Donned in designer labels showing off our swag. Lips barely part to acknowledge, on the city's bustling streets. Plotting our seduction hoping to prey beneath the sheets.
Our eyes meet uncertain of each others game. Never been taught to look eye to eye so we look away with shame. Stolen glances become temporary works of art. Lives intertwined yet worlds apart. Mirrored thoughts, filled with with relentless pain and voyeuristic lust. Digitizing our arousal with an eagerness to bust.
Hormones rage, as passwords and screen names become our entry into the underground. Faceless images hungry for attention, receive shameful disgrace. Our consciousness takes us to a site named after the man from whom we borrow our sins. Exposed our naked stature. Asses and dicks, escorts, raw seekers and tranny chicks. Skinny boys, fat men, black and white. Dial-toned messages inviting uncharted perils into the night. A hot body to satiate the loneliness behind the blank stares into our screens. Who have we become? Who do we seem? Creatures of habit and hating from within. Stealing sips of rawness, skin to skin.
We know to protect ourselves, we have all seen the signs. To the education we are numb, we've lost our minds, but the cases, they seem so rare. One thing that's safe to say is: we just don't care.
BOYPUSSY