Post-finals Crash

I'm recovering from finals. It's involving a lot of staring blankly at walls, sleeping 13+ hours a day, gibbering madly, and figuring out how to type faster than an octopus on opioids. If octopuses are affected by opioids. That might be an interesting line of research, actually. What are the physiological results of injecting octopuses with morphine in various quantities? What are the possible applications of such knowledge? How will it advance the understanding of the mechanisms by which opioids act in the body?

Just a thought.

First Times

Ah, first times. Rumor has it that it just might be the best sex of your life, that it is incredibly special, almost magical. Virgins whisper about it in awe, and build up monumental expectations about how wondrous it will be.

Unfortunately, the reality isn't usually such a perfect fairy tale.

Oh, the Woes of Being a Student

Being both a student and a nympho can be a lot of fun, but then finals roll around. For those who have never tried this juggling act, let me tell you something: it puts a SERIOUS crimp in sexy-time!

Surprises

When it comes to sex and sexual adventures, there are good surprises and there are bad surprises. There are the ones you bring upon yourself (last set of AA's die right before orgasm; a toy that looked cheap and silly turns out to be fantastic) and there are those you cannot control (dorm fire drill in the middle of play time, anyone?) However, it seems like the best and the worst of these surprises come when said surprises are sprung by your significant other (no pun intended).