I couldn’t believe my good fortune when I collected the mail for my
apartment building this morning. I live in a historically certified West
Philly building erected in the early 1900s. There are five apartments
in the cozy building, and naturally, the neighbors all know each
other—and each other’s magazine subscriptions. When I see a Vanity Fair, I know it’s going to Jim, and if he sees Saltwater Sportsman,
he knows it’s going to me (well, not me, but the angler in the
household). Today, I learned that our newest neighbor has a subscription
to Cosmopolitan—which frankly, I can’t believe anyone even reads anymore.
Cosmo depresses me. Every article or feature is all about pleasing him, keeping him, making him
want you. It’s sad and embarrassing. It amazes me that men created
semi-path-breaking female journalist characters like Mary Richards only
to pave the way for actual in-the-workplace female journalists who now
write headlines like: “The One Thing He Wants in Bed,” “Sensual Summer
Massages Your Man Will Freaking Love” and “Wow Your Man With These Moves
Inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey.” Cosmo’s sex tips always
amuse me because they rarely vary and they’re invariably vanilla. But
one year I remember a headline blast—”The Sex Tip Your Man Won’t See
Coming!” or something like that—and it was a big change for them: It was
about the butt. The guy’s butt. The advice was: Without warning him
first, stick your finger up there right as he’s climaxing. Yep, he
probably won’t see that coming. And you’re welcome. You just got that
one for free.
The August cover story inspired by Fifty Shades of the Wrong Spelling of Grey initially promised to be more of the same bland tips Cosmo
typically serves up (plus maybe some fingers up a butt). What, they’re
going to tell us to put whipped cream somewhere? Be naughty and get a
spanking? Bust out the handcuffs? Well, they do all of that. But I
clearly underestimated the power of that horribly written book, which seems to have inspired the Cosmo staff. Here are my top 10 (brand names mine).
1. The Coin Toss (Wherein the Parentheticals Are
Most Important): “Put a bunch of (clean!) loose change in the freezer
for an hour. Tell him to slick your vulva with warming lube then cover
it with coins (outside only!). The cold against the warm? Incredible.”
2. The Name Game: “Lie across an ottoman, and tell him, “Professor Wankerton, I’ve been bad, and I need a spanking.”
3. The CVS Trip: “Let him run an electric toothbrush between your toes mid-foreplay. He shouldn’t stop no matter how much you squirm.”
4. The Last Word: “Instruct him to wrap your chest and torso in plastic wrap and touch you through it—the muted sensation feels amazeballs.”
5. The Next-Day Pedicure Appointment: “Order him to paint your toenails while you wear a mini with no undies.”
6. The “Do Your Ears Hang Low”: “As you’re riding him, clamp down on his earlobes with your fingers, and pull on them to rock yourself forward and backward.”
7. The Sephora: “Slick your lip-plumping gloss (the
stuff that stings a little) on your mouth, then quickly kiss very
sensitive spots on his bod.”
8. The Bed Head: “Use the back of a brush to swat his thighs when he steps out of the shower—wet skin is more sensitive.”
9. The Overly Complicated Trivial Pursuit: “Quiz
him—what’s your favorite flower, movie, etc.—and if he gets it right,
he’s earned 10 seconds of oral. Wrong, and you drizzle candle wax (use a
massage candle, which won’t burn) on his chest.”
10. The Dinner Date: “Press a fork (firmly, but
don’t break the skin or anything) into different parts of his body—his
butt cheeks, his pecs, his thighs.”
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