Give It To Me

Have you ever wanted a hand guided tour of your man's main squeeze? Well Coco De Mer wants to give you step by step guided instructions and SHOW you the way around.

This Monday, November 15th at 7PM Coco De Mer brings you their in-store salon, 'Playing His Flute Skin' where you can watch and learn exactly how to send your man up and over the edge of ecstasy.

For beginners and experts alike; I can think of no better way to spend a Monday night in... 

Just Can't Get Enough

Sexual Compulsives Anonymous (SCA) has devised a master list of 20, yes or no, questions to see if you are sexually compulsive (A.K.A a sex addict). I found myself saying, 'Yes' to numbers 4 & 5... Let's see how sexually addicted you are.

According to the SCA, answering, 'Yes' to 3 or more questions means they might just need to tie you up; but let's be honest, who doesn't like being tied up every now and again?

The Twenty Questions

1. Do you frequently experience remorse, depression, or guilt about your sexual activity?
2. Do you feel your sexual drive and activity is getting out of control? Have you repeatedly tried to stop or reduce certain sexual behaviors, but inevitably you could not?
3. Are you unable to resist sexual advances, or turn down sexual propositions when offered?
4. Do you use sex to escape from uncomfortable feelings such as anxiety, fear, anger, resentment, guilt, etc. which seem to disappear when the sexual obsession starts?
5. Do you spend excessive time obsessing about sex or engaged in sexual activity?
6. Have you neglected your family, friends, spouse or relationship because of the time you spend in sexual activity?
7. Do your sexual pursuits interfere with your work or professional development?
8. Is your sexual life secretive, a source of shame, and not in keeping with your values? Do you lie to others to cover up your sexual activity?
9. Are you afraid of sex? Do you avoid romantic and sexual relationships with others and restrict your sexual activity to fantasy, masturbation, and solitary or anonymous activity?
10. Are you increasingly unable to perform sexually without other stimuli such as pornography, videos, "poppers," drugs/alcohol, "toys," etc.?
11. Do you have to resort increasingly to abusive, humiliating, or painful sexual fantasies or behaviors to get sexually aroused?
12. Has your sexual activity prevented you from developing a close, loving relationship with a partner? Or, have you developed a pattern of intense romantic or sexual relationships that never seem to last once the excitement wears off?
13. Do you only have anonymous sex or one-night stands? Do you usually want to get away from your sexual partner after the encounter?
14. Do you have sex with people with whom you normally would not associate?
15. Do you frequent clubs, bars, adult bookstores, restrooms, parks and other public places in search of sexual partners?
16. Have you ever been arrested or placed yourself in legal jeopardy for your sexual activity?
17. Have you ever risked your physical health with exposure to sexually transmitted diseases by engaging in "unsafe" sexual activity?
18. Has the money you spent on pornography, videos, phone sex, or hustlers/prostitutes strained your financial resources?
19. Have people you trust expressed concern about your sexual activity?
20. Does life seem meaningless and hopeless without a romantic or sexual relationship?

NYC Branded Fucking; Push The Power Button

You can fuck 'NYC' approved... while supplies last.

A friendly neighborhood reminder that New Yorkers have 'the power' to prevent unwanted pregnancy and sexually transmitted infections by, "pushing the power button" the newly chosen symbol found on each and everyone of the 10,000 FREE condoms the city will give out to honor the new design.

Power button-wrapped condoms can be found in your neighborhood nail salons, barbershops, bars and restaurants starting in mid-November, so get keep your eyes peeled starting NOW to score some. 

For questions on how to find these little treats, or questions on practicing safe sex, New Yorkers can call 311 or visit nyc.gov. 

Stay clean. -- Chloe xx

Trick or Treat?

Why is it that disgusting, creepy, old men always think it is totally okay to hit on girls half their age with twice the looks?

"I charge $100 for the first minute and $25 for each additional," my standard line when the creep can't take the hint to move on. Either way it works; they keep talking and I make some $$ or they shut up and go.

What tricks do you have up your designer clad sleeve?

Tip of The Week: Take Things as They Come

When a man calls your phone at 1:30AM, after more than a year sans communication, you know he is only interested in one thing. And seeing as we'd never had sex, I found myself taken aback when he began whispering dirty sentiments through the phone.

The following morning, in what was starting to feel like clockwork, the phone flashed his name across the screen. The Brit was not giving up easy. The words rolled off his tongue sending shivers throughout my body, making me ache to be touched, kissed and pulled apart.

"Rather than tell me what you want to do to me, why don't I hop into a taxi and you can just do it?" As fun as it was to hear about how hot I made him, I didn't want to talk; I wanted action.

The door to his Tribeca penthouse loft swung open; his lips immediately pressed against mine. His hands skimmed the sides of my waist and hips. Grabbing tightly, he threw me up against the wall and kissed my neck and shoulders.

The Brit grabbed my ass and lifted me up so my legs wrapped around his waist, then carried me to bed. After what felt like 12 hours of anticipation, he made me come once; then again, and again once more.

Not exactly what I had anticipated doing all Saturday afternoon; but hey, sometimes you just have to run with it.

Time Warp

They say that time heals everything, but as I sat next to The Ex I couldn’t help but think everything was exactly the same.

Not only had The Ex responded to my email to catch up, he invited himself to join me out for a drink right then and there. I guess he felt that coffee wasn’t adequate fuel for seeing an ex for the first time in years.

I sipped my Merlot and continued the polite conversation where The Ex and I caught up on life. Him, delicately navigating around the recent loss of his job and breakup with his girlfriend, while I tried not to sounds too accomplished or happy with everything I’d achieved since our split.
 
Last call had people rushing the bar and my friends, who had been sitting near by, invited us to join the midnight (aka 4AM) snack run. Walking in search of eats, the 5 of us turned into 4, and then 3, as people began to call it a night and head home. Down to me, my friend who I was crashing with, and The Ex, we reached the corner of our street. The Ex awkwardly invited me to his place, but I countered offered and invited him in to my friend’s.

The Ex and I sat on the couch; both of us waiting for what would be next. He was nervous; his heart pounding so hard, I swear I could see it moving. “I still fantasize about you… No one has ever made me feel the way you did,” he could hardly look at me as the words fell from his mouth. “Sex with you is like nothing else.” 

Caught off guard and totally unprepared to respond, I smiled and moved closer to him resting my head on his chest. With his arm around me, it felt like the clock had gone back in time to 3 years ago, when everything was perfect, when we were perfect.

His hands slid their way up my legs, over my body-skimming dress to my hipbone, then my waist. The Ex leaned in and kissed me, pulling me closer with each breath. His kiss was so familiar; it was wild. He could not control his self, pushing his hands up my skirt, trying desperately to remove my clothes. The energy between us was wild and totally unexpected. We had been so great together, so fucking great. And this kissing while in each other’s arms was just a big reminder of all the amazing things we’d had together.

The Ex couldn’t stop. He kept looking at me, a hunger in his eyes, telling me how sexy I was, how he desired me. We had to stop, but we couldn’t. His lips pressed against the skin of my neck, his tongue pushed inside my ear as his fingers slid deep inside me forced me to cum.

“You should go,” I whispered between inhales. I had no idea what just happened, but I needed him to leave before I could have sex with him; my will power was at an all time low. The sound of the door locking as it closed behind him hit me hard.

What the fuck had I just got myself into?

Tip of The Week: Breathing is Overrated

We go through life unconscious, saying what we are supposed to say, behaving as we are told to behave.

How many times a day does a complete stranger utter the phrase, "Hi, how are you?" It seems simple and innocent enough, but why have we been trained to ask people such an invasive question, when we could really care less about their answer? Is it so difficult for people to just greet each other with a simple, 'Hello'?

I used to grin and bear it, responding with something equally predictable and inconsequential, until a particularly low evening when I chose a more suitable quip. Rather than conform to something socially accepted and expected, I chose to say what was really on my mind, "My day has been complete shit, thanks for asking."

Stunned by my brutal honestly and refute to play the game that was set out for us, the sales clerk turned a lovely shade of pink and began to mumble inaudibly.

Unless you really want to know the answer to a question, do everyone a favor and save your breath.