Why you should care
Because people like to read about sex — whether scandalous true tales or eyebrow-raising fantasies. And some want to go beyond the book, to learn the “art of kink” for themselves. Is that you?
There’s more to kinky sex than what you’ve read in those erotic best-sellers, and Cassie Fuller — Madam Cassie — is ready and willing to tell you all about it. This 30-year-old kink instructor teaches classes — like grappling and struggling, polyfidelity and how to pleasure a woman — with a focus on “kinking responsibly.” Kink is really a softer way of saying BDSM, which Fuller says often has negative connotations, thanks to some of those best-sellers. So when people want to try it at home, a good instructor can help them to learn how to do so safely, to know when “Hey, this rope is a little too tight.” Fuller’s popular classes include Polyfidelity, Mommies and Madams, and Kink After Kids. So if you’re into a little dominant-submissive sex play, or maybe just curious, find out why this dom seduces so many kinky sex students to her classrooms. Read the story here.
Would you have a threesome with Virginia Woolf and J.M. Keynes? John Maynard Keynes, perhaps the world’s most recognized and influential economist, had a private life that would make a pride parade seem dull. Keynes belonged to London’s infamous “Bloomsbury Group,” a collection of artists, writers and intellectuals — almost as famous for their social and sexual nonconformism as for their celebrated work — that included such towering figures as Woolf and E.M. Forster. In his early years, Keynes left in his wake a series of tangled sexual relationships with men, including a messy love triangle. Colorful stuff — and more than a mere footnote because it turns out that his work was heavily influenced by his radical, creative friends. Sexy-time aside, he had some groundbreaking — but controversial — economic views. Read the story here.
Drop your Fifty Shades. This is way. Way. Hotter. Not so long ago, the existence of a woman’s private sex life was debatable. That is until 1973, when Nancy Friday’s unabashedly erotic tome My Secret Garden forever transformed the unmentionable “prurient interests” of women into a legitimate female interest in the prurient. My Secret Garden wasn’t a novel, and it wasn’t a Kinsey-esque report; it was, without question, the first of its type and remains one of a kind. Beginning with her Unitas fantasy, Friday went on to compile the fantasies of other women (identified only by their first names), allowing them to speak in their own voices about their untold sexual mind games, the steamy nature of which makes Fifty Shades read like, well, Good Housekeeping. Read the story here.