Colorless sex therapists in infomercial format; cheesy magic tricks don’t help. But concrete advice about STDs, tantric techniques.
B-movie cast. Clothed dramatizations of communication games more interesting than their fakey moaning.
““It’s a good idea to bring up STDs in a nonsexual situation.''
Store up sexual energy in your navel by rubbing your belly in a spiral motion.
Genial pair of clinicians give a solid tuneup on the basics. Message: don’t rush. And shucks, genitalia aren’t that icky.
Authentic, modest married folk going all the way in quiet bedroom settings. Nuts-and-bolts, not hot-to-trot.
““For intercourse to be fun, both of you have to be having a good time.''
Gals, test your vaginal muscles with a machine that lights up like an arcade game.
Remember high-school sex ed? Even through the Penthouse-style fantasies, Dr. Sheldon Kule’s blood pressure still isn’t on the gauge.
He demonstrates vibrators like he’s tinkering with a Chevy; she’s grimly intent on her orgasm. Find yourself imagining them clothed.
““It’s important that you understand the normal responses the body makes in exchange for the excitement it receives.''
No orgasm? Don’t worry: ““The body slowly [absorbs] those fluids in the breasts and genitals into the general circulation.''
No science, please; we’re Playboy. The creamy voice-over is straight out of ““Electric Blue’’ – just like the soft-porn dramatizations.
Way-honed Playboy Mansion types fix lifestyle snags with hot-towel wraps, romps in the rag-top – why didn’t we think of that?
““Even the simple ritual of comparing calendars each week can become an exciting part of your mental foreplay.''
““Bring out the curious, free child within you.''
