Change of scenery, lingerie spices up relationships
By MEAGAN MCGONE | Aug. 26, 2009Break up boredom in the bedroom.
Break up boredom in the bedroom.
Freshman year. You are en route to the fourth floor of your dorm and notice an attractive neighbor. Any homesickness unexpectedly fades. You realize that your roommate has been MIA for the past few hours and your twin-sized bed is in dire need of christening.
Relationship karma is karma's lesser-known and more sadistic cousin, and I assure you it is not lacking at colleges across the nation. With no shortage of sex-starved students, immorally themed parties and dollar-pitcher nights at the nearest bar, college is a breeding ground for screwing and - often - screwing over. But thanks to relationship karma, you can be sure that what goes around in your love life will come back around to bite you in the rear.
It/s 3 a.m., you/re piss-drunk, out of breath, rolling among sweat-stained sheets and incapable of sleep. No, you/re not in the thrusts of a one-night stand; you/re dealing with heartbreak after being served a monogamist/s worst fear: the breakup.
It's practically a scientific fact that women have a sexual fascination with musicians.
BRANDT WILLIAMSON, Avenue Writer
Two months ago at a concert, a girl started grinding up against me. It's not often a lady grinds on me first, especially with her boyfriend fuming nearby. So naturally I took great pride in the feat.
Pseudo-homos - ones that proclaim to be straight, but have had at least one homosexual experience. If you ask them about an outer-hetero experience, they will admit to it, but soon after comes an "I'm not gay" or "I was just curious," or "I was so drunk."
Maybe it's due to the recession, but when it comes to sex, corners are being cut.
If you're stuck in Gainesville all summer then you definitely won't be splashing around at the beach like Danny and Sandy, but that doesn't mean you can't have your own sexy summer nights-or even days.
Voulez-vous couchez avec moi, ce soir? Me vuelves loco. Ti desidero. Ez csodalatos volt.
Sex is a never-ending complex. It shouldn't be that complicated, but it is.
Oh, glorious day. Spring break is finally here.
Oh yeah, baby. Harder! Yes, yes, yes!
Let's face it: we've all been there.
There are only about two weeks left until that dreaded holiday, the one full of an obnoxious amount of pink, with roses everywhere and events planned to remind you that you're single.
Ah, winter break. Plenty of time to catch up with old friends, chill with the family, cozy up in front of the fireplace with hot cocoa and mess around with the new iPhone or Blackberry Storm. But while you'd think all of these things would keep you busy, your mind is still stuck on what's-her-name or 'the boy,' also known as your fall fling.
There are categories of people you just shouldn't sleep with, ever.
We want our sex like we want everything else: right now. Society, unfortunately, has burdened us with niggling demands, known to some as public decency laws, that prevent us from dealing with our tingles and jingles in a time-efficient manner. But to avoid getting slapped with indecent exposure charges, you don't need to go home to have sex. Just don't get caught. Embrace the art of the covert quickie.
America has voted. These long months of political tumult and impassioned debate have finally culminated into a moment of truth, reaching a climax of presidential proportions.