The guests at the beach, pool, and bar areas represented every shape, size, and age. People with completely normal bodies seemed to feel more comfortable in their skin than I did, which made me loosen up a bit and not worry about that little scar on my left hip that I obsess over. ikr! or instead of putting them online, you could just bust her. BAHAHA rent a billboard and put one of the pictures on it. When my husband originally approached me about going on an “adult only” trip… I didn’t respond how you might think. However, there have been a couple of times when we have talked about fantasies, and I get really uncomfortable. The first time happened a few months ago, and my reaction was stronger then—I felt like he was prying when he asked about what fantasies I have, and I pretty much shut down. We were able to talk through it, and things have continued on going really well. We had a conversation a couple of days ago that again turned to our sexual fantasies. He was describing a threesome fantasy of his and asked if I had any fantasies that I haven’t told him about. I didn’t have as strong of a reaction as I did before—I told him about a threesome fantasy of my own—but I again felt uncomfortable, and in my mind I was thinking that I didn’t want to be talking about this. My partner sees this as an indication that perhaps I don’t trust him to share these things with him. I’m confused about why I’m having this reaction. I feel a deep sense of trust with him, sexually and in all other aspects of our relationship. I have been thinking and thinking about this and haven’t felt like I can pinpoint what’s going on. I don’t know if it’s some kind of shame I feel about openly sharing fantasies, vestiges of Catholic guilt, or fear of being judged, but I do not want this to get in the way of us getting closer and moving forward. What am I missing?

First came the feather, which John traced slowly and gently alongside my half-naked body. It felt good, but it was nothing new. But then he slowly dripped juice from a piece of cantaloupe on to the middle part of my lips. The cold, gentle drops made not just my lips, but my whole body tingle. I couldn't imagine that there was a part of my body I didn't know could bring me pleasure, but here I was feeling a physical awakening from a few drops of cold liquid on my lips. And this guy’s wife was obsessed with Jeff. She came up and asked if he could take off his shirt and get a picture with her and her friend. Overall we had a MUCH needed break from the crazies (who were in amazing hands with his mom and my mom). How to Do It is Slate’s sex advice column. Have a question? Send it to Stoya and Rich here. It’s anonymous!The "Drive Your Partner Wild With Desire" class focused on the Tantra principle of using all five senses (i.e., sight, touch, smell, taste, and sound) to awaken your sexuality and increase your pleasure. "These are the five keys to bigger and better orgasms," Kim told the class.

It felt silly, but the sound of the growl vibrated through my torso, giving me this delicious, humming buzz, as if the orgasmic energy were spreading through my body via the vibrations. It made my orgasm feel stronger, bigger, and longer. No kid hanging on my leg. No little boys wrestling while we tried to eat dinner. No dealing with children peeing their pants. Or punching each other. Or refusing to go to sleep at night. Are you sure Mark’s wife doesn’t already know about your relationship? I have a hunch that she might be aware of what the two of you have been doing. Asking Mark whether she knows should be your first step. If she does, great! You can all be direct and forthright straight out of the gate. The main takeaway from our first Tantric couples' workshop was that some sex moves can help me experience a better orgasm—and help my partner last longer—without changing positions or involving fancy toys. This we learned from Kim and Brad Walker of Houston-based Tantric Hearts, who have been teaching at Hedonism II for 17 years. I was hesitant and iffy. I told him that I didn’t think we could leave the kids for more than an extended weekend. In fact, I think I said 3 days tops.My new boyfriend—let's call him John—and I were walking hand-in-hand from our hotel room at Hedonism II, the infamous clothing-optional, adults-only resort in Negril, Jamaica, to our first Tantric sex class. I whispered to him, "So, listen. It's gonna be like a yoga class, but with no yoga and we might be doing sex sh*t in front of others. Cool?"