“Read My Hips” by Eve Marx
The book started out well enough, giving me reasons to flirt, but as I kept reading, I kept cringing, thinking, please, don’t let people really believe that acting like this will attract a boy/girl. I don’t like this book. While I agree with some of what it’s saying, it comes across as being really condescending. I know it says at the beginning that you can flirt for a number of reasons – not just to attract a guy, but while reading it, it seems to place an extraordinary amount of emphasis on attracting guys.
“Diary of a Sex Fiend” by Abby Lee
Unmistakably Abby Lee. There is no getting away from the constant rumble of sex thoughts through her mind and out into her blog. She glances at a guy and she’s imagining him stripped, erect, inches from her face. Or her pussy. And then she’s feeling him inside, and we’re along for the ride, while her fingers are busy down below.
This woman masturbates at the drop of a hat. She’s always ducking into the bathroom for a quick rub. Or working at herself under the table. Or on a train or a plane.
Sales of the Titty
I go all weak above the knees when a big-bosomed waitress leans low over the table to serve me a slender latte. She knows exactly where my eyes are fixed and why I’m unable to talk or breathe or do anything but drool as my gaze is drawn irresistibly down her cleavage.
Up in the Air
Make no mistake, your relationships are the heaviest components of your life. All those negotiations and arguments and secrets and compromises. The slower we move, the faster we die. Make no mistake, moving is living. Some animals were meant to carry each other, to live symbiotically over a lifetime: star-crossed lovers, monogamous swans. We. Are. Not. Swans. We’re sharks.
FunkyBrownChick
Sometimes Twanna’s life reads a little like the script for a television series. Sexie in the City, maybe. She’s always got something on her plate, from heavy-duty writing workshops to interracial dating. There’s the flavor of an active metropolitan lifestyle. Twanna’s not writing for the sake of filling up blog pages – she’s taking time out from an actual life to fill us in on things interesting and thoughtful, entertaining and stimulating, fun and funky.
Fallen London
Guy sez: Our weekly post about a time-wasting but fun game. This one is particularly well done, with an intricate back story, delightful graphics and an extremely quirky premise.
Ladies and Gentlemens, I give you Echo Bazaar!
That spot
The elusive erotic zone said to exist in some women may be a myth, say researchers who have hunted for it. – BBC
Thrill me up
Grl sez: A good friend of mine once told me that even though he was so happy in his current relationship, he would love to go back to the flirting days. I empathised – I love to flirt! I love knowing that I’m making someone feel special. Whether you’re flirting with someone just to make them smile, or to let them know you’re interested in them, it makes me feel great 
The Complete Jerk’s Guide to Masturbation
You may need a little moisture here. If you’ve taken your time, there may be some immediately available, just slide a finger inside.
Oherwise a bit of saliva will do the trick. Your clitoris will likely be too sensitive for direct, dry touching. It’s the same reason guys don’t wrap their hands directly onto the knob – they want that intervening foreskin to cushion the strokes.
Love is the Answer – Barbra Streisand
Love is the reason, love is the answer, and each one of these carefully chosen love songs will tunnel down into your romantic heart, where Barbra’s mellow tones will coax out the loving fool in you. These are songs to share on a quiet night, just you and a lover enjoying each other’s closeness. Songs for holding hands, songs for a glass of something, songs for a fireside evening together.
Grl will tell you all that, Sister Hazel aside, I like the older stuff. And that’s mostly so. Biz Markey can make me laugh without a smile cracking his big round face, but yeah, for me it’s Nat King Cole and Frank Sinatra and Simon and Garfunkel. And Barbra Streisand.