friendswithbenefits

Full disclosure: In an attempt to mine for inspiration for our column and spare Marianne's partner the guinea pig status afforded him in the last column, we had decided that tonight was the night to snuggle up and watch some skin flicks.

Orgasms, it has recently occurred to us, are a lot like Easter eggs. Sometimes they're big; sometimes they're small. Sometimes you find a whole bunch, and sometimes only a few make it into your Easter basket. More to the point, though, the

Sometimes, you just need some nurturing, connected, vanilla-est-of-the-vanilla sex. But sometimes, you don't. A confession: we both love rough, kinky, slap-me-on-the-ass-and-call-me-a-bitch sex. Both of us identify as rough-sex enthusiasts, masochists, submissives, and, here's the kicker: committed feminists.

Salutations! We are pleased to introduce ourselves as your newest sex columnists, Marianne and Ginger. We're two heterosexual, twenty-something, intrepid sexual adventurers and friends with a love of all things Swarthmore (and all things sex). In this column, we claim a new