My live-in girlfriend, Adele, is beautiful, affectionate and smart. She has dark, soft hair that cascades over her shoulders, soulful brown eyes, a killer smile and a body to die for. Also, she’s a regular freakazoid in the bedroom — not that I’m complaining. Some of my buddies tell me they’re partnered with total prudes — women reluctant to try anything new, whether it’s an advanced position from the Kama Sutra or an elaborate gadget designed to provoke cataclysmic orgasms.

“I don’t get that,” Adele told me when I mentioned my buds’ bellyaching. “What woman wouldn’t want a decent vibrator? Those chicks are idiots.”

Adele actually introduced me to the idea of inviting what one sex advice columnist has labeled an “extra special... Read More