Yesterday, our very own Amelia wrote an article about her inability to orgasm from almost all of her sexual partners—with the exception of one. However, despite the fact that she’s frequently unable to reach the big “O” when partnered, she still finds sex satisfying.
But what if that partner were someone you wanted to marry? Could you tie the knot knowing he/she couldn’t get you off … and might never be able to? Keep reading »
In the back of my mind, I’ve always felt that if I wasn’t in my current profession, I would absolutely love to be a sex health educator.
I remember being that kid — the one whose parents gave her all sorts of illustrated books geared at children illustrating your body and all the “special changes” it went through. I dutifully pointed out these pictures to any friend that came over for a playdate, much to their surprise, disgust or delight.
When I was in high school, I was the regional community service leader of a Jewish youth group. In between organizing canned food drives and playground clean-ups, I instituted a workshop on safe sex, complete with an accompanying VHS of a “90210″ episode on condoms. Hey! It was the mid-’90s and we were all for everything and anything Beverly Hills. #DylanAndKelly4Ever.
When I was teaching high school, I would have students come up to me after receiving a sex ed lecture asking if I could help them make an appointment with a local clinic just to get checked out. Hearing that one in four sexually active women have HPV really seemed to sink in (this was before the vaccine was regularly available). Keep reading »
Remember the name Benjamin Todd Duddles. He should now be added to every woman’s DO NOT SLEEP WITH LIST. But especially if you live in Waukesha, Wisconsin. In order to get rid of his one-night stand who was “snoring like a train” in his bed, Mr. Duddles called 911 and requested that she be “removed from his bed.”As if one-night stands aren’t precarious enough already. We’ve all been given subtle hints that it’s time to leave the morning after a hookup, but never while we were still asleep. Keep reading »
When it comes to giving oral sex, or as one of my friends calls it, sucky sucky, women seem to fall into two camps: LOVE IT or HATE IT. When gossiping about sex, I feel this overwhelming pressure to declare that I go hog wild for head or loathe it so much that I’ve taken it off the sexual menu with the exception of special occasions, like birthdays. (I’ve never understood that, by the way. Why would you give the gift of something you supposedly hate?) On the subject of blowjobs, there is a subtle urging to take sides. “Too much work!” or “Yummy! Cock!” As I sit there, feeling terribly neutral about the act, I can’t help but suspect that women have been conditioned to have strong, polarized feelings about giving head — or at least to play up their feelings for effect. Keep reading »
Warning: this video is both graphic and ridiculous. Please, watch at your own risk. Nathan Bells’ balls are not in a good place right now. As part of his “punishment” for losing an Xbox match to a friend, the 20-year-old Leeds University student stapled his testicles and let his fellow co-eds film the whole business and broadcast it on the school’s website. Keep reading »
I have slept with a fair amount of people. But I’ve orgasmed with only one, the person I was in a long-term relationship with. All of my other sexual encounters have been varying degrees of fun, but have not resulted in the Big O. For me at least — the men I’ve slept with always come. This never comes as a surprise to me. I don’t expect to come from casual sex, while I’m sure every dude I have it with does. As Natalie Kitroeff notes in an article for The New York Times, “in hookups, inequality still reigns.”
Here’s what I’ve noticed over, uh, the last 13 years of having sex. Some guys, even random dudes I’ve brought home from bars, are really, really into getting women off. But most of them are driven by their own egos. “Every girl I’ve ever been with has come” is something I’ve heard more than a few times from guys who just won’t stop until they’re sure you’ve reached their idea of satisfaction — orgasm. I’ve been known to fake it with these men, because it’s just so much easier than explaining to a relative stranger “I just can’t orgasm unless I am really, really, really in the right mood and there are no distractions and I’m 1000 percent relaxed and my OCD/ADD isn’t acting up. Also you have to be licking my pussy just right and it also helps if I use my vibrator while you’re fucking me, but even then it just might not happen. Don’t take it personally, I’m still having a great time!” I have given a few dudes the short version of that explanation and they all looked at me like I just killed their puppy. Keep reading »
Leave it to Japan to think up a game show combining blowjobs, porn stars and a timed clock. On ”Orgasm Wars,” a gay male porn stars tries to give a straight male porn star an orgasm “against his will” as he’s cheered on by a group of friends. Here, Sawai, the gentleman on the receiving end of this competitive fellatio is hidden behind a screen for modesty, while the Takuya, the blowjob-giver, bends on his hands and knees and fills the audio track with more slurping sounds than a Johnny Rockets. I watched with bated breath. Does gargling first actually help you give better head? Will Sawai climax in time? (They get 40 minutes.) Will anyone give Takuya some knee pads? And who will host “Orgasm Wars” when it comes to America? [UpRoxx]
Considering how obsessed people are with their junk, it is amazing how long it took humanity to finally figure out what it was all used for. The clitoris wasn’t fully mapped until 2005, which you may recognize as being about 160 years after the general layout of the solar system had been mapped. To be fair, at least we don’t treat the clitoris like a campfire ghost story, or set people on fire for having an extra nipple, or assure women that the cause for all of their ailments was a powerful need to masturbate. If you’d been born in a different time, you’d have been 100 percent invested in all three of those ideas, plus a handful of other wacky beliefs about the human underwear zone. Read all six sex myths on Cracked…
One of the hazards of apartment living are thin walls and floors that share your every “Oh, baby!” and bed creak with your neighbors. It’s part of life. You get used to it. All of us have sex (I hope) and no one’s sex should be ruined by whiny neighbors.
The polite thing to do when neighbors are having noisy sex is just ignore those amorous rumbles and smile awkwardly at each other in the hallways, pretending you don’t know they just got banged last night. Only in the most extreme of circumstances — I’m talking you’ve got the flu and a newborn baby — can you bang on the walls. Two or three good thumps should do.
But it’s a violation of alllll kinds of rules of decorum and not-being-an-asshole-hood to post a sign on your neighbor’s front door bitching about their noisy sex. And adding a dis about their stamina?! Oh no, you didn’t! Allow me to introduce you to the lady from Apartment 517 and her crappy sign-writing neighbor. Keep reading »