I returned from Costa Rica last week, where I spoke at the 6th annual FID Costa Rica, a multidisciplinary design festival of 2000+ creatives, designers, architects, and artists across all disciplines, including graphic design, industrial design, architecture, culinary, and fashion. I was truly honored to share the stage with luminaries like Carl Sprague, Marian Bantjes, Eike König, Big Team Architects, and many more.Read More
We had some amazing entries for our Scary Sex Story Contest -- sexy tales of chills, thrills, and frightening encounters. For our winner, we picked the one that will give us nightmares for the rest of our lives. Don't say we didn't warn you...
We were walking across Broad Street on our way to a meeting, when out of nowhere my partner grabbed my arm and whispered loudly in my ear, ”I want to try anal sex,” as if it was an urgent matter needing immediate attention. "Now?" I asked. "Don't be silly, not now. But let's not forget to do it." There was really no chance of me forgetting. It's not every day that she says things like that in the middle of a four-lane thoroughfare.Read More
We think about sex a lot around here, and we watch and read and talk about it. Most of what we see depicted is some sort of fantasy world where everyone is hot, everyone is aroused, everyone is adventurous, and everyone is satisfied, fully, all of the time. And we know that's not exactly reality. Sometimes, sex is just mediocre. Occasionally, there are horror stories.
To celebrate Halloween, we'd like to hear your sex horror stories. And don’t worry, there are prizes for the scariest ones.
How to Enter:
Email your sex horror story to us at email@example.com in the form of an attached document or pasted in the email body. Please paste “Scary Story Contest Entry” in the subject line. Ideally, your story is true, funny, more memoir than erotica and reasonably non-violent.
Our team of Crave judges will choose the top three entries. The grand prize winner will receive a $250 shopping spree on lovecrave.com and their story will run as a Cravings post. Two runner ups will receive a $150 shopping spree on lovecrave.com.
The contest runs now through October 27. See the full contest details here.
So, allow your mind to unblock those terrifying memories and write it all down as some sort of therapy. If you win, much better vibes will be coming your way.
I am an industrial designer and co-founder of CRAVE, a modern sex toy company based in San Francisco. Designing sex toys was not something I aspired to do when I graduated with an I.D. degree from Georgia Tech. I didn’t even realize this sort of role existed.
When people find out what I do, they immediately want to know how I became a sex toy designer. Did I fall on some seriously hard times and start designing sex toys as a last resort? No.Read More
The idea of going to a strip club together started as a sort of joke when we had a few hours to kill. I think we both knew it was a potentially disastrous idea, especially considering the lack of alcohol at nude bars, but eventually we just went for it.Read More
With the eyes of the world on Kim Kardashian's "Break the Internet" magazine cover, and all things ass-related becoming a bit less taboo, we wanted to share a personal story about trying anal sex.
The first time I tried it was after my high school boyfriend’s good friends (a couple) raved about how great it was, how they did it all the time, especially if she was on her period. We did it in my basement, bent over a hideous, orange 70s couch. I can’t remember if my parents were home upstairs, but I seriously hope not.Read More
I love playing pinball almost as much as sex. The touching, nudging, and the necessary roughness to keep the balls in play. My hands might be in control, but my mind is on the outlanes, pinball’s equivalent to the gutter.Read More
Like any person who subscribes to monogamy, I had to give up a few things—and people—when I got coupled up. But as a bisexual woman, I also had to give up whole parts of myself, not because my husband expected it, but because I expect it of myself. And, frankly, I wanted to. No one’s every thrilled me like he does, and now I’m just not interested in sharing my intimate self with anyone else.Read More
Early on in my relationship, the “have you been tested lately/can we stop using these stupid condoms already” talk naturally led to the subject of past partners, specifically how many. This made me nervous being that I was an early bloomer and had a feeling my Catholic-raised boyfriend had gotten started a little later in life.Read More
I know he's drunk when he starts reading me poetry. John Koethe, Wisława Szymborska. From there it's only a skip to Hegel or Proust — poetry through prose and philosophy, he says — and my eyes glaze over. They cling to the periphery, admiring the smoke coming from his nostrils as he exhales.Read More