After hearing about the LELO Luna Smart Bead, a small vibrator that trains your vagina to have longer and stronger orgasms, I knew I had to try it. When used for only five minutes a day, the bead helps to strengthen your pelvic floor muscles, ultimately making your O’s more frequent and satisfying.
To use, the 3-inch silicone vibe is inserted completely into the vagina, where it progresses through a series of vibrations that become longer and more intense, with periods of non-vibration in between. Using it is easy: while the bead is vibrating, you squeeze your muscles; when it stops, so does your squeezing. Intelligent memory function remembers your progress, and automatically adjusts as your muscles strengthen over time. Basically, it’s a personal trainer for your vagina. So did my vag feel stronger after I used it? Did it give me an orgasm? Can I now break a man’s penis off with just one squeeze of my crotch? Here’s what was going on in my head during my first five minutes using the LUNA Smart Bead. It’s safe to say you can all expect something like this… Keep reading »
I’ve always been a fan of lube, but until now, I’ve never really been a hardcore lube advocate. For years, I’ve kept a generous stash of KY in my underwear drawer for emergency purposes, and dive in when necessary. As a healthy, sexually active 27-year-old, I don’t usually have problems getting wet down there, but I do sometimes struggle with staying wet down there. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been lucky enough to regularly experience multiple orgasms during intercourse. But, like clockwork, once I have that first orgasm, my lady dam starts to dry up. Keep reading »
I met up with Mark* on Friday night, eager to kiss my long workweek goodbye and roll into the weekend, drink in hand. We’d only been seeing each other a short time and hadn’t slept together yet, but if our chemistry over the last few of weeks was any indication of what was to come, we’d be doing the dirty sooner than later.
That night, we hopped around to some well-known bars in the area, having a beer here and a cocktail there. When night turned into morning, we headed back to his place and it didn’t take long before there was a trail of clothes from the front door to the bedroom. We made out for a while and were both aching to finally get it on. After about fifteen minutes of giving it a really good college try, it was pretty apparent that sex was not going to happen— at least not successfully. Mark would get hard, he’d strap on a condom and we’d try to get it in, but moments later he was limp as a wet noodle. Whiskey dick strikes again. We laughed it off and called it a night just as I was about to fall off the bed (I was pretty tipsy myself), but I vowed to try again in the morning when everything was back in working order. Keep reading »
To my surprise, it turns out that my doctor doesn’t consider HIV an STD. So that sweet relief I felt when she said my organ function was great and that I’m STD free? Yeah, it didn’t cover the fact that she was about to tell me that she believed I was in the early stages of an HIV infection. Here are 36 thoughts that raced through my brain after I received what turned out to be false positive HIV test results… Keep reading »
My ex-husband was the most romantic person I’ve ever met. He also hit me on the day we got married, while I was wearing my wedding dress.
That’s why when I saw the footage of ex-Baltimore Ravens player Ray Rice punching his then-fiancée Janay Palmer, I wasn’t surprised that she was now his wife. It isn’t — as many of the commenters on the original TMZ video have said — “all about the money,” or “she doesn’t care about taking a punch,” and it’s especially not that “she is telling all women it’s okay for your man to beat you.”
Domestic violence is so much more complicated than a lack of money, or not having self-respect, or feeling like it’s OK for your man to beat up on you. I’m not an expert on what makes women stay in abusive relationships or even marry their abuser. But I did both of these things and I can speak to my particular story. Keep reading »
“Are you okay in there?” my roommate asked me after I’d surpassed the 30-minute mark in our shared bathroom.
“Yep!” I hastily replied from the cold, linoleum floor where I sat naked. “I’ll be right out!”
I took one last look through the small compact mirror at my vagina, thoroughly inspecting each fold, small bump and hair, and hoisted myself up off the floor. In a matter of months, this scrupulous examination had become my daily routine…and to this day, I hate every minute of it. Keep reading »