This week brings up the ever-popular topic of conversation: our favorite places to have sex!

And while most minds would go straight to the bedroom (hey, there’s a reason for that!), I have to include a few of those not-so-normal places to do the deed. So, without further-ado, I give to you my list of the best places to have sex.

Adventurous:

• On a balcony: I wouldn’t recommend the second floor of your apartment building for this one. (Thank you, graphic couple in my building for the visuals as I got into my car that one damned morning). But if you’re feeling daring, it’s a definite do from higher up or in the middle of the night. And if you don’t have a balcony, it’s fun to pull up those blinds and get to work up against the glass!
• In a photography darkroom: Adrenaline rushing, a small and dimly lit room, and the potential of someone walking in to grab their photos? It’s a mix of creepy, scandalous and incredibly sexy.
• At a music festival: Whether you’re in a tent, on the lawn (be careful with this one) or in the back of an old-school VW Wagon, this one is fun and steamy. Just think, as Mumford & Sons reaches the height of their set, you’re reaching yours. Relive the ’60s, once and for all. Read More »

I am having the best sex of my life. My boyfriend is absolutely amazing. He loves to make me orgasm and is always finding new ways to do it. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

I’m also the most neurotic girl in the world, so I can’t help thinking: could this be a bad thing? What if I never find a man who can please me like he does? What if I am now completely spoiled and never enjoy sex as much with anyone else?

I honestly wouldn’t mind not having sex with anyone else for the rest of my life, but I know that’s not very practical. It’s unlikely I’ve met the person I’ll spend the rest of my life with at 20 years old. The fact that he’s moving across the country in a week only makes our eventual break up even more imminent. Read More »

Brian and I broke up under relatively ridiculous terms. We were in the midst of a long distance relationship. A passionate one.

We both got wasted one night and in a fight via text message. And that led to a fight via telephone. And that led to me texting him: “We’re Over“. And then we were.

Like some sort of f*cked up magic trick, I pulled the ‘We’re over!’ card out of my black hat and POOF…our relationship went silent. On the morning after, I woke up so hungover that I didn’t really recall what had happened the night before..until I read my text messages. And apparently, he woke up in the same scenario. But neither one of us made the effort to fix the damage we had done. I think it was because we both knew deep down that we were not right for each other, anyway. Read More »