Category: Porn Tips

Let’s face it - most condoms suck. They choke your junk, kill your rhythm, and if you’re lucky, they just ruin the mood instead of flat-out breaking mid-thrust. You keep buying the same crusty brand you scored from a vending machine in college because, well, it’s what you know. But that’s like rocking a flip phone in 2025 - embarrassing, outdated, and not doing you any favors. Sex should feel damn good, not like a medical procedure with background music. View Post

Ever catch yourself, half-drained and totally confused, but still turned on by some animated minx moving like she’s mastered pelvic sorcery? That’s SFM messing with your brain - and it’s insanely good at it. What starts as a late-night scroll can turn into a full-blown obsession. You thought you were just horny, but now you’re questioning reality itself. Most people don’t even know it exists, and those who do? View Post

You walk into work ready to crush deadlines, but one flick of her hair and suddenly you’re daydreaming about quitting corporate life to raise cats in Tuscany. Her half-smile makes you forget your own password. Meanwhile, you’re stuck playing it safe - silent, friend-zoned, while she lives her life unaware she’s starring in your daily fantasy. You’re not creepy, just confused - and scared of becoming office gossip or an HR story. View Post

You’ve imagined it - we all have. That moment when your favorite pornstar isn’t just bouncing pixelated on your screen, but bent over right in front of your coffee table, moaning your name like you’re the only dude alive. But let’s cut the fantasy and face it: that holographic wet dream’s still stuck in tech limbo, and it’s pissing everyone off. It ain’t about dreaming bigger; we’ve already done that. The fantasy is ready, but the tech is dragging its horny feet. View Post

Ever fantasized about seeing your name in bold on a banner above thrusting bodies and sweaty stardom? Good—because if your porn name sounds like a toothpaste or your grandma’s cat, you're screwing yourself before anyone else gets the chance. This isn’t just a name; it’s your reputation, your power move, your orgasmic calling card. Get it wrong, and you're forgotten before the first frame. Get it right, and your moans echo in search histories forever. View Post

There’s a reason your heart races the second that fitting room door clicks shut - and it’s not just because you’re wrestling skinny jeans. It’s that wild, pulsing heat of doing something you absolutely shouldn’t. Trapped between flimsy walls and hotter-than-you-realized fantasies, your brain short-circuits somewhere between "Should we?" and "Fuck it." And that’s where people screw up - quite literally. View Post

Ever scrolled through your camera roll and thought, “Shit, I’d pay to see me”? You’re not wrong - and neither are the thousands of horny wallets out there begging for something real, raw, and ridiculously hot. But here’s the catch: turning your nudes into a money machine isn’t just about snapping a thirst trap and waiting for the cash to roll in - this isn’t a fairytale. View Post

Let’s get one thing out of the way: thinking about starting an OnlyFans and actually doing it are two wildly different beasts - and only one of them gets paid. Right now, you're stuck in your head, scrolling profiles, mentally undressing the idea while wondering if you’re hot enough, bold enough, or just crazy enough to throw your hat - and everything else - into the ring. Your anxiety's whispering, “What if no one subscribes? View Post

Every time you drag your ass out of bed to answer emails you don’t care about, for a job that treats you like a cog in a beige machine, something inside you shrivels up and dies, doesn’t it? You weren’t meant for time cards and soul-sucking performance reviews. You were meant to be in charge - of your time, your income, your body. View Post