A new survey reveals more women are having wilder sex and watching porn.

The survey, done by the English Netmums website, found three-quarters of women having less sex because of longer work hours, but when they do have sex, they’re much more adventurous when compared to last year’s survey, TheSun.co.uk reported.

The study shows 76 percent of women use porn, that’s a 10 percent rise from last year’s survey of women who admitted watching porn with their partners.

The most popular format is online porn, which is watched by 61 percent of couples.

Just one couple in 20 looks at magazines, while 18 percent watch porn DVD’s.

The survey of 4,200 women also revealed four in five women like to dress up and indulge in role play.

A French maid uniform is used by 42 percent of women, followed by nurses uniform, while 16 percent of couples like the policewoman uniform.

More than half of the women said they use sex toys in the bedroom to add excitement.

“Our survey shows they are taking control in the bedroom,” Netmums founder Siobhan Freegard said. “They know what to do to get their sex lives back on track and are not afraid to experiment and introduce new methods to spice things up.”

“During this age of multi-tasking, when we all wish there were 25 hours in a day, at least women are going after quality sex when they are having it,” Katy Zvolerin, Adam & Eve’s public relations director said. “That women are willing to experiment more and become more adventurous says a lot. We are finding that themed lingerie, costumes and toys are much more popular than in years past, and a great way to add fun in the bedroom.”

Last year’s survey showed more than half weren’t happy with their sex life, but this year more than 60 percent claimed to enjoy a fulfilling sex life.

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I work in the adult industry. That doesn’t mean I make porn. That doesn’t mean I’m a porn star, and it certainly doesn’t mean I’m obsessed with porn. The adult industry is like a big umbrella, and underneath are several areas of business, each very different and separate from each other:

• RETAIL — think the Gap, Target and little cute boutiques you find in quaint neighborhoods, but instead of selling clothes and overpriced nick-knacks, they sell vibrators, lingerie and DVDs.
• SEX TOYS — the design, production, marketing and development of vibrators, dildos, lingerie and any other product made for sexual or sensual use.
• PORN — porn stars, sets, camera men, studios, the whole 9 yards. It’s a significant part of the adult industry, but it’s not the ONLY part of the industry.
• THE INTERNET — this is a whole other world of adult that isn’t directly related to porn. There’s billing (the companies that enable you to buy stuff online), web marketing (the companies that make the flashy ads you see all over the gossip blogs you visit at work), graphic design and a slew of other businesses that make the adult industry exist on the Internet.
• MEDIA — that’s me.

I work for a publishing house that writes news articles, publishes features articles, and hosts conferences that help adult companies run their businesses. Porn fans not only aren’t interested in us, they likely don’t know we exist. We produce magazines of interest to the folks porn fans DO know: Hustler, BangBros, Playboy and the companies that have pornified all the wholesome television we grew up loving. Think “Seinfeld,” “Gilligan’s Island” and “The Brady Bunch” but with cumshots. (Yeah I don’t want to think about it, either.)

We also produce magazines for all the other business that fit under that adult umbrella. That means I work with retailers, product manufacturers, designers — all kinds of folks. And that DOESN’T mean I’m a nympho who spends 9-5 in front of a television or computer screen. I’ve never been much of a porn fan, and if anything this job has turned me off completely. Whatever it does for you does the opposite for me.

Dating me doesn’t mean you’ve finally found a chick willing to watch that shit with you. Yes you’ve found a girl who won’t freak out when she finds “Ass Fixation 7″ or “Cum Crusaders 14″ in your sock drawer — but please don’t suggest we stay in on Friday night to check out the newest “Harry Potter” parody. (That includes “Hairy Potter,” “Harry Pornher” and “Whorry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Balls.”) That is the LAST thing I want to do, and I promise a BJ-free weekend as a result.

Chances are Gap employees don’t fold their shirts when they go home; mailmen don’t spend their weekends organizing stamp collections; optometrists don’t always wear glasses. And did you ever notice that manicurists often have dirty, broken fingernails?

It’s a job, people, not a lifestyle.

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My best friend of 20 years got married a month ago on the same weekend that three high school classmates tied the knot with their respective spouses. Now my twin sister is getting married on Saturday.

Is there something in the air? Or is this what happens when you get into your mid-to-late 20s?

What I find most intriguing is the absolute lack of stress, anxiety and pressure I feel to follow suit. I see these happy couples standing together, vowing their true and honest — but not necessarily undying — love for each other and I feel a pang of, “Why not me?”

But that feeling goes down the hatch almost as fast as my champagne, and by the time we make it to the first dance, I’m already at the DJ table trying to decide which Britney Spears song I should request first.

And the fact that my sister — TWIN sister — is getting hitched should give me some kind of push in that direction, don’t you think? Aside from her, I’m the only family member with this surname left to find a mate and spread the family name/genes (my father was the only Winter of his generation to have procreated) and it’d be a real shame if the world were to someday have no Winters of our kind roaming the earth. We’re kind of awesome.

But I just don’t feel it. (Thank goodness.)

I suppose I should brace myself for an emotional roller coaster this weekend, though. I’m sure the reigning joke of the rehearsal dinner and reception will be something along the lines of, “Well Anne, now it’s your turn!” or “Where’s YOUR perfect match, huh?” or “Bet you’re jealous!”

I have two weapons that will be a cinch to get through airport security and foolproof for fending off drunk Italian family members:

1. “Hey, did I mention I work in porn? Let me tell you all about it.”

2. Mace, in a little tube that looks like lipstick. Single girl’s best friend.

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If I found out my mailman has secretly been hoarding my plastic-bag-encased magazines and boxes from SexToyDirect for the past 10 years, I dunno if I’d feel sympathetic (emphasis on the “pathetic”) or irate. That shit ain’t cheap.

Some postman in England was caught red-handed (probably from all the chafing) with an attic full of stolen items — including sex toys, porn and lingerie. He managed to avoid detection by opening selected packages, removing one or two items, and then carefully resealing what was left in each box before delivery.

This guy is probably going to jail. I hope he stole a soap-on-a-rope or two sometime during his decade of depravity, because Pinky and Jimbo aren’t going to be impressed when they learn why their mailman cellmate got locked up.

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Pornstars don’t contort themselves on-screen because 90-degree-angle pile-drives feel better.

If porn was simply made with a camera, a tripod and a flat surface to fuck on, you’d see a heck of a lot of knees, backs, ears and man-ass and not much else. And who wants to spend $40 (or 5 minutes of download time) on that, when you can watch that kind of amateur stuff online for free.

Porn directors need “the shot” just as much as Hollywood does. Cameramen need to get sex on tape from as many angles as possible, which means oftentimes porn stars must hone their inner Russian gymnast to maintain positions without their legs/arms/torsos getting in the shot. (What good is watching a BJ on DVD when you can’t see the girl’s face as she swallows it whole?)

But remember, just because she’s moaning, screaming and flailing about doesn’t mean she’s enjoying herself. The performer is doing just that — performing.

So if you want me to “fuck like a porn star,” I’ll start stretching — but start practicing your Johnny Depp impression (post-”Edward Scissorhands,” pre-Tim Burton) because next week I’m going to ask you to “act like a movie star.”

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Don’t: Not sure how to put this lightly…

…please don’t cum all over me.

The porn scene: Guy is banging girl. Both are about to cum. (She’s probably faking — sorry, had to insert that. Pun intended.) Then just as he hits his mark, he pulls out and finishes all over girl’s stomach/back/face/whatever. Girl coos in delight, and might even rub it all over herself.

The real life scene: Guy is banging girl. Both are about to cum. He pulls out and finishes all over girl, and girl lies there wondering what just happened, where the nearest towel/shower is, and what’s the fastest/cleanest route to get to it.

Just like not every guy likes his salad tossed, not every girl likes spooge in her eye. If she does — especially if it turns her on — she’ll likely give you the green light beforehand.

If that green light never cums comes, take it as a hint: either she’s not into that sort of thing, or she forgot to take out her contacts first.

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During oral sex, a woman doesn’t have a raging orgasm after 5 minutes of python-like tongue-flicking.

The porn scene: Guy rubs face into girl’s vagina. Girl coos in delight. Guy tenses tongue and flicks at girl’s clitoris – guys, this is the target if you’re looking for an orgasm to happen — while spreading apart the labia (aka “vagina lips”). Girl moans and groans, possibly even screams.

The real-life scene: Guy rubs face into girl’s vagina. Girl waits for guy to find her clitoris. Guy tenses tongue and flicks at it while spreading apart the labia. Girl tenses and winces. Guy stops after a few minutes and girl wonders what just happened.

Guys, think of it this way: You like your balls to be rubbed, lightly massaged, licked — NOT smacked. (Usually.) Each time your flexed tongue hits her clit, it’s like hitting your balls with a stick. (Yeah yeah not as painful, but painful still.) And the tighter you pull the skin away from the clit itself, the more exposed it is to the beating of your tongue. There’s a hood of skin there for a reason, and it’s not aesthetics.

There’s a reason why R&B singers and creepy characters on “Sex and the City” (Season 2, Episode 3) refer to eating ripe fruit when the topic of cunnilingus/pussy-eating arises. Think of how you eat a super-ripe peach, and apply it in the bedroom.

And please try not to get frustrated after 5 or 10 minutes down there; it often takes longer than that for a good orgasm to build. And if you make it obvious you’re irritated, she’ll be instantly distracted — either feeling guilty or angry at you — and the orgasm might not ever come. (Pun intended.)

Slow and steady wins this race, I promise.

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