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"    Confession: When it comes to all things erotic, I totally skipped over my experimental Cosmo chapter and stuck to the bland stuff. I marvel at the headlines\u2014are there really enough sex positions to try a different one every day? And what on earth is &amp;quot;the Linguine?&amp;quot; Does that involve pasta sauce? Yet in the name of journalism, I decided to put my admittedly sometimes-prudish tendencies aside to figure out, once and for all, which of those kinky activities prescribed in lady mags are actually seductive. 1. The corner sex store I tiptoed into Fantasy World with my husband, thinking (okay, hoping) maybe the mere process of looking at all the naughty props would put us in the mood. I was apprehensive at first, but John Legend&amp;#039;s &amp;quot;All of Me&amp;quot; was curiously playing, so I thought, This is a safe space. Amidst the walls of tongue teasers, heated nipple clamps, and delay spray, my husband pointed to a baseball-shaped gag and said, &amp;quot;That could be fun.&amp;quot; He&amp;#039;s never expressed interest in S&amp;amp;amp;M before. In fact, he&amp;#039;s always begging me to be more vocal in bed, so I was surprised that he wanted to muzzle me. When I pressed him, he said, &amp;quot;Nope, definitely not into that, but I do love baseball.&amp;quot; And so we stepped away from the beginner bondage box set, the glow-in-the dark penises, and the vajazzling kit\u2014because my lady part is fancy enough. We left with one beer funnel with boobs at the end and a giant engagement ring that doubles as a shot glass, clearly unable to take this experience too seriously. The verdict: Though most of the toys were too advanced for us, there was something stimulating about walking the aisles together, hand-in-hand, imagining what it would be like to someday order those products online. Even if you also won&amp;#039;t be able to bring yourself to interact with a cashier, give the shopping part a try. It can be quite eye-opening. 2. Edible anything As a kid, my garage was filled with edible underwear of every size and flavor. To explain, my dad sold novelty goods, including these licorice panties, which means I definitely wasn&amp;#039;t going to try them out, despite my husband&amp;#039;s penchant for Twizzlers. I settled on a full-coverage candy bra that looked like something Katy Perry would wear to Coachella. My husband started nibbling at the strap, which totally upset the structural integrity of the unit and caused the whole thing to break. A week later, I&amp;#039;m still finding shards of Sweet Tarts in my bed. The verdict: Sticky. 3. A sexy disguise I suited up in my &amp;quot;Hero Cutie&amp;quot; costume and pretended to be a badass Avenger. In order to steal a cataclysmic weapon that could decimate New York City from my husband, I had to &amp;quot;distract&amp;quot; him with my most powerful tool\u2026 seduction. We made it a full four minutes without breaking character before I started complaining about how the PVC was chaffing my skin. Scarlett Johansen I am not, but we still had a good time pretending to be comic-book legends. The verdict: Was it passionate? Not necessarily, but it was silly, and we laughed, which made us feel closer. I fully endorse role-play, but I also suggest steering clear of the costumes on double-discount. 4. Flavored body butter It feels like half of the sex tips you read somehow involve licking things off your partner. I didn&amp;#039;t have the wherewithal to make myself a whipped cream bikini, and chocolate syrup is just too many calories, so we went with a reduced-fat &amp;quot;juicy strawberry&amp;quot; massage oil instead. It tasted like cough syrup, and I got too preoccupied with staining my pristine white sheets for this exercise to last. It ended promptly with a steamy shower, which I guess was still a win. The verdict: A turn-on in theory; messy in reality. 5. XXX film screening My husband and I love a good Tom Cruise action-thriller, so we chose Position Impossible as our first foray into watching porn together. After popping in the DVD, I immediately regretted my decision to not read the synopsis. Instead of a movie about a bad boy being taught a naughty lesson from a lady cop in pleather, we were shown naked Cirque du Soleil acts that could not be repeated. All the yoga in the world couldn&amp;#039;t prepare my body for those acrobatic feats of filth. When we reached our gross-out capacity, we switched to Saturday Night Beaver which, sadly, did not involve any dancing but did contain lots of bouncing and braggy moaning. My husband said that he didn&amp;#039;t find any of that vulgarity attractive, except for the woman&amp;#039;s enthusiasm. Noted. The verdict: We were too busy looking on in sheer astonishment to feel any sort of arousal. When it comes to cinematic foreplay, I&amp;#039;ll stick to movies with a proven success record, like the not-so-pornographic Notebook. Though witnessing those indelicate deeds didn&amp;#039;t make us horny, it did get us talking about what we would be open to. So in the end, all of those awkward moments were worth it. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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