It’s not uncommon to see men in movies getting off. If anything, men in film are getting off too easily, whilst women are merely along for the ride (innuendo intended). When I really mulled this over, I felt bad for these on screen women. Then, in my most obvious epiphany ever, I realised the lack of women climaxing hit closer to home than I thought.
When Harry Met Sally, famously claims that “men and women can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.” But what about when the sex is part of the friendship? Are friends with benefits a real and viable mode of relationship, or are they just a delayed heartbreak under the guise of our modern fear of commitment?
It could be the perfect caption to a saucy snap, a witty message that makes you laugh out loud or reading something so explicit you need to turn your phone brightness down —sexting takes many forms and is the easiest means to a hard end.
Sometimes things really do happen almost instantly — like one moment you’re jumping off a pier and the next you’re in the water, or how you can be watching that one scene in Camp Rock (2008) where Shane Grey is singing ‘Gotta Find You,’ and then suddenly you have a rock in your pants.
It was Valentine’s Day. A friend and I ended up in quite the ideal situation while we were out. A cute young man approached me and we kicked things off. Handsome, English and only in Melbourne for one night — could the odds be any more perfect? To top it off, there ended up being two of them! My friend and I claim an English man each and head back to their shared Airbnb.
Harmony’s not like other girls. She’s totally customisable. You can choose if she’s blonde or brunette, funny or flirty, curvy or athletic. You can even select her nipple shape, her sex noises and her pubic hair style. She’s your dream girl, with a starting price of $10,000.