Yes, We Girlfriends Share This Concern As Well...

Dear Men,

After reading a concern from one one young man on Esquire's website, I was moved to address what I understand to be a common gripe among men and a fear of women. His concern is that he will not exceed the capabilities of his girlfriend's vibrator in the bedroom.

I have also met women who are scared to purchase that supposedly amazing new toy, as they are afraid that they will no longer enjoy sex with their boyfriends.

I say to you, Dear Men, embrace the vibrator, use it with your girlfriend, and replenish her supply of C-batteries when necessary.

By joining forces with the inanimate phallic object, you will be the best she's ever had, as she will not remember using her toy...she will remember you using the toy on her, and just how talented you were while doing so. Which will lead her to return the pleasure. ;-)

Happy Love Making,
Frankie

If At First You Don't Succeed...

While I loved the girl time with my friends and truly wanted to help Ruby recognize that she was nothing more than human, I was looking forward to some time with my...er, man. I don't know if he is my man. Call me crazy though I like to have The Talk. You know The Talk. The one where you decide if you're exclusive, not seeing anyone else, want to get to know each better, and was to be certain that each person feels the same. I knew that Phil liked me, though...

I still was not ready for such a serious conversation, though invited Phil over for dinner and a movie at my place. Ruby was at Chloe's trying to convince her of their mutual love and attraction...all weekend long.

Phil's parents had met in culinary school and cooking was still a large influence in his life. This made me a bit nervous. Sure I am able to hold my own in the kitchen, though this guy knew how to cook and oh boy, he brought the heat.

He came up behind me as I sprinkled paprika onto my penne drenched in broccoli cream sauce. "MMMM, you smell amazing Frankie", remarked Phil as he kissed my neck softly.

"I know you want to taste my cream sauce, Baby", I joked, spooning a tiny bit of sauce through his lips.

"Frankie, that is delicious.", he said sounding absolutely sincere.

"Oh Sweetie, you're saying that only because you want my really tasty goods.", I answered.

"OK, yes, you're right. And here I come...grrrrrr...", said Phil, kissing me with creamy lips.

"MMMM...", I replied,"I do taste good. Uh, my sauce that is".

After a successful, romantic dinner with My...well...the handsome man who I am seeing, we watched The Wedding Date...again. What can I say? Dermot Mulroney becomes more handsome each time I watch that movie...and completely gets me in the mood.

As I took my final glance at Mr. Mulroney, my shirt was already on the floor keeping my pants company. Oh, right the sofa was supposed to be a no fly zone. Well, Ruby was out for the evening.

Phil was kissing my belly, down, down toward, and oh yes, there. "Wait, what are you...", I began to ask.

"You cooked dinner. Now I serve dessert", said Phil. Through our many conversations of just about everything and anything Phil came to discover a little secret of mine. I only climax when having good, old fashion, vag sex, not oral, not petting; only penetrative sex. Yes, this has become my curse, though not so bad, as it's not like I can't please myself either and I do enjoy oral sex, though not as much as I enjoy other activities .

I have since discovered a little secret as well. Challenges are a wonderful aphrodisiac. Phil was determined. And I was a skeptic. Was.

He felt great, though nothing extraordinary for my world. Though then it happened. I felt it. As I ran my fingers down over his shaved head onto his neck. Oh the sensation out from where I felt his mouth and fingers, through my thighs, up through my stomach, and I moaned, "Ph-PH-PHIL...UH, MMM...I, I, PHIIIIIIIIL!"

That was it. He succeeded. So intense, amazing, I could not believe that the curse had been broken. Phil smiled, climbed up on top of me, kissing my skin as he came to my eye level. "I did it!", he said excitedly and cute, not corny.

"You're the champ Baby!", I agreed, while still trying to catch my breath.

"Are you tired?", he asked, "'Cause I am ready to fall asleep".

He really wanted to sleep? "Wait, now it's your turn", I suggested, "And of course you should stay over, driving to the Island this late is not the brightest idea."

"Frankie, I am satisfied knowing that I am able to do that to you", explained Phil, "I feel like a million bucks right now. And honestly I only want to hold you and fall asleep".

I was shocked, though pleased. A selfless guy who has the ability to be generous with the lovin'? I felt fortunate to have even encountered such a specimen. We abandoned what was now the high flying zone for me and settled into bed, spooned into each other.

I may have been a bit confused regarding whether Phil was My Man, though one thing is certain, after this extraordinary evening, he is THE MAN.

--Frankie

Sexual Tendencies

"Would you eventually leave me for a man?" Chloe asked after an amazing romp in bed. 

"Um, no," I said, trying to go in for another kiss.

"But you like both men and women. Don't you?" she asked and pinned my arms down gently behind my head.

"I've dated both," I answered. "That doesn't mean I want to be with both."

"So you don't want to be with a guy?" Chloe asked and drew her lips closer to my mouth

"No, I want to be with you," I pushed myself free of her grasp and kissed her.

"I dunno," she said and grabbed a pink dildo off of the dresser. "I think you like men."

One of the things that bothered Chloe was that I didn't really feel comfortable defining my sexuality. I had, I guess-- up until more recently been dating both men and women-- defined myself as bisexual. This bothered her as it had also bothered Elizabeth.  The main difference was that, at least now, I wasn't so sure I would ever really want to be with a guy again. But there is still some judgement from the lesbian community when it comes to bisexual women. This is based upon the fear of getting your heart broken, stomped on and being humiliated for dating a straight girl, which we all know leads down the road of heartbreak. But at this point I really have no desire to or see myself switching teams later down the road. So does that make me a lesbian then? I felt like someone had just thrown my deck of cards in the air.

So I turned to the people who knew me inside / out. I asked Frankie and Cindy. "What the hell, am I? Bisexual, lesbian, and does it matter?

"Only to you," Frankie said.

"And your mother and girlfriend," Cindy said. "Cause your mom is gonna freak when she finds out and you will have to eventually tell her.  And your girlfriend is going to freak if you leave her for a guy."

"Thanks, Cin. You're always a big heap of bluntness," I replied. "And yes...I do have to tell my mom."

"I'm surprised this is what you wanted to talk about," Cindy said.

"I thought you would want to talk about how hot Jenny Owen Youngs was at the Rockwood the other night," Frankie replied.

"Frankie, you're straight. She was looking hot though, and she sounded awesome" I said laughing.

"Oh, shit. I am straight. Oh, does it matter?" Frankie asked sarcastically.

"Naaaahhhh," Cindy and I said in unison. - Ruby.