husband was 28 when I met him, and a virgin. When we started
having sex, he opened up about being “different.” He wanted
to wear panties, he wanted me to have sex with other men,
he wanted me to make fun of his tiny penis. Didn’t love the
stuff, but whatever. Now it’s a thousand times worse. He goes
to Victoria’s Secret and tells the salesgirls he is being
punished by his wife for wearing her panties and that I am
“forcing him” to go buy some of his own. He told me he could
see our neighbor undressing, so he tried to contact her to
see if she wanted to humiliate him while he was dressed as
a woman. He thankfully failed to contact her. And I recently
found an e-mail in which he “confessed” to a female coworker
that he had a deep, dark, embarrassing secret he wanted to
tell her. I confronted him, and he said he was going to tell
her about me “forcing him” to wear panties and ask if she
wanted to see his tiny penis!
He sees nothing wrong with this behavior. I feel like he is
a fucking asshole and a pervert who is violating me, our marriage,
and other women. I have children with this dude! What the
hell do I do?!?
Husband Is Out
what the hell you do, MHIO: You make a credible threat to
divorce your husband and his tiny dick—serve him with actual
divorce papers—then you set some conditions for temporarily
suspending divorce proceedings. No more trips to Victoria’s
Secret, no more stalking the neighbors, no more inappropriate
e-mails to coworkers. And he begins seeing a sex-positive
The shit he’s into—humiliation, “forced” feminization, cuckolding—can
be enjoyed with consenting partners, i.e., women who are either
into it or willing to fake it for a reasonable fee. He has
no right to drag his coworkers, neighbors, salesgirls, and
other innocent bystanders into these extreme humiliation scenarios.
A good, sex-positive therapist—someone who won’t be shocked
by your husband’s kinks—may be able to help your husband see
that he isn’t being humiliated by these women. He’s
humiliating these women—and without their consent.
And that’s not OK.
Your husband is out of control—I’m sure I don’t have to tell
you that—and sooner or later he’s going to get his asshole
ass arrested. Stalking and sexually harassing women are actual
crimes, crimes your loving husband has been so considerate
as to implicate you in, crimes that could have a hugely negative
impact on the lives of your children. So threaten to divorce
him, MHIO, and if that doesn’t inspire him to get help and
get a grip, make good on that threat.
My girlfriend of six months told me she found it “awkward”
when early in our relationship I used lubricant from a half-full
bottle. As the bottle was half-full, she says, it hinted at
past relationships. To me, this was no more awkward than our
using condoms from a half-full box—which did not bother my
girlfriend. But she sees condoms as individually wrapped,
single-use items, unlike a bottle of lubricant. Was I in the
wrong for failing to purchase a new bottle of lubricant?
Etiquette, S’il Vous Plaît
tempted to break into your apartment, LESVP, spike your lube
with Frank’s RedHot sauce and open a live feed of the oil
pouring into the Gulf of Mexico on both your laptops. Because
you two clearly need something real to worry about. But in
the meantime: Personal lubricants are expensive. If
the girlfriend believes a fresh bottle should be cracked open
each and every time she gets with a new partner, then she
should carry a case around in the trunk of her car. And as
a general note: Lube also comes in small, single-ass-serving
packets—just like ketchup and mustard and condoms—and anyone
worried about their partners reacting badly to the half-empty,
50-gallon drum of pubic-hair-bedazzled lube by the side of
the bed is free to invest in a box.
I have a dilemma: My ex wants me to replace his mattress
because I ejaculated on it. Apparently, there was an “unbearable”
smell that came about recently due to the heat and humidity
where he now lives.
I am not sure that this “stench” is entirely or at all mine.
My ex has a cat that peed on items of furniture in the past.
Can he be sure that the smell is not from the cat? I have
been ejaculating for years now and have never had a problem
with smell. No other lovers have ever complained about a smell.
I also warned my ex before we had sex that I, a female, was
capable of ejaculation. There was an opportunity to stop/grab
a towel, but my ex did not stop. In fact, my ex caused me
to ejaculate countless times and he seemed to enjoy every
second of it. This ex now lives in a different city on the
other side of the country, but we have friends in common.
Should I pay for the replacement mattress? I might have been
open to paying half the expense, but the last time we talked,
my ex was so negative toward me that I don’t feel any obligation
I Soak It Up
don’t want you to pay for your ex’s new mattress—and I’ll
bet your ex doesn’t want you to pay for his new mattress,
What’s really going on here, SISIU, is this: Your ex’s out-of-the-blue
request for mattress reparations is an attempt on his part,
conscious or not, to sever communications with you. He’s picking
a fight, one he knows he’s likely to lose (because this is
sopping-wet bullshit), so that he’ll have an excuse to stop
speaking to you and an excuse to slag you off to your
And even if your ranky, stanky, janky lady spunk ruined your
ex’s old mattress, SISIU, you would still not be obligated
to replace it. When an adult invites another adult into his
bed, he is or should be aware that sexual activity frequently
leads to stained sheets and pillowcases, soaked and/or stained
mattresses, and, every once in a great while/time, completely
and thoroughly and utterly destroyed bed frames. A person
who is unwilling to eat those losses should be careful to
fuck on the floor, fuck outside, or fuck at his partner’s
Seeing as your ex should have been aware of the general risk
sexual activity posed to his mattress, and seeing as you acquainted
him with the specific risks you posed to his mattress, the
responsibility and the liability are entirely his. So fuck
While we’re on the subject of lady ejaculators: Lots of folks
wrote in with suggestions for WET, the woman in last week’s
column who, like SISIU here, routinely soaked the bed when
she came. While I suggested a wrestling mat and towels, numerous
readers wrote in to plug the Fascinator Throe.
a large, double-sided blanket,” wrote one Savage Love reader.
“It’s faux fur on one side, satin on the other, with a waterproof
barrier in the middle. It comes in lots of colors and costs
around $90. It goes anywhere you want to fuck, and then it’s
easy to clean. This thing saved my bed, and it’s a hell of
a lot sexier than a wrestling mat.”
Given a choice between a fake-fur bedspread and a genuine
wrestling mat, I’d go with the mat—and the wrestler—every
time. But lady ejaculators who prefer machine-washable faux
fur to scorching-hot wrestling action can check out Fascinator
Throes—“the moisture-proof playscape for sex”—at liberator.com.
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