The CW could have made television masturbation history if its new pilot for 16th century-based castle drama “Reign” had aired as planned. But unfortunately, the scene was so explicit that it made the press blush. In the uncut version, handmaid Kenna diddles herself in a stairwell only to be discovered by the King of France, who offers to assist her with the task, obviously.
So as not to outrage the Parents Television Council, the network made an executive decision to edit the scene down to nothing more than innuendo — a quick cut to the King’s hand reaching for Kenna’s privates. Womp, womp, womp. Maybe someday network TV will grow a large enough pair to show a handmaiden pleasuring herself, but for now, we’ll have to rely on cable TV.
Click through for some self-pleasure scenes that we were allowed to see in their entirety. [EW]
While using a phone in bed might prevent some of us from unwinding properly at the end of the day, we’re pretty sure after using this app, most ladies wouldn’t have a problem switching off.
A female masturbation app HappyPlayTime is in development reports Gamification, which will teach female anatomy and provide lessons on self-stimulation techniques through a number of games.
Launched at the start of March this year, the designer Tina Gong has already been overwhelmed by levels of support for the experimental project.
On her blog, she writes: “I am stunned to see all the support we’ve gotten… Though this initially started out as a tenuous experiment, I think it’s safe to say that I’m now working hard to make HappyPlayTime a reality.” Read more on Huffington Post…
I was lucky enough to sit down with Cindy Gallop in her ah-mazing Black Apartment (seriously, she could charge entry admission, that’s how cool it was) and find out more about her new site MakeLoveNotPorn.tv, which is endeavoring to socialize the final frontier — our sex lives. The site makes it possible for users to share and watch real world sex, messy bloopers and all. Cindy and I chatted about the difference between the real sex world and the porn world, how to initiate conversations about what you want in bed without bruising your partner’s ego, and the importance of owning a vibrator. Check it out! Oh, and if I look nervous, that’s only because there was a taxidermied snake eating a mongoose just out of frame, staring at me the whole time.
The reasons to visit Tokyo just keep getting more and more bountiful. I can go to the naked robot burlesque restaurant or to Love Joule, a “love and sex bar dedicated to women.” It’s described as a place women “can openly discuss masturbation.” Behind the bar, instead of liquor bottles, are rows of vibrators, lube and other female friendly toys. The bar is part of a trend going on in Japan to do away with the taboo surrounding female masturbation, sex toys and female sexuality in general. To ensure that it’s a safe space for women, mann aren’t permitted in the bar unless accompanied by a female partner.
This sounds like a great idea in theory, but I have have a number of logistical questions that need to be addressed: Keep reading »
Before the invention of the world wide web, before we even knew porn existed, you best believe we were masturbating. And in a lot of creative ways. We feel bad for the young people today who can just log onto their computers and have a world of whack off materials with a single click. “Back in the olden days,” we’ll brag to our kids, “we had to use our imaginations to stimulate our genitals.” Or maybe we won’t say that. That might be TMI. Point being: it was a rush to discover new, weird and embarrassing things that got you hot (sometimes, unfortunately, while staying at grandma’s house). Those 1980s lingerie catalogues were extremely risqué. Wait. Why did grandma have them?
Click through to reminisce about our pre-internet, pre-porn spank bank materials. Those were the days …
The first thing you need to know is that I didn’t start masturbating until the age of 17. I’d gone through the ol’ puberty at 12 – I’d felt the universal stirrings down below – but it took me that extra five years to work out what I ought to do about it. Had I been interviewed at age 15 about female arousal, I would’ve said something like, “The only way to reach orgasm is through having sex.”
I believed that this feeling, whatever it was, could be … solved, let’s say, solely through use of the male penis. (As though there’s any other kind!)
But, oh: How wrong I was.
It’s hard to remember exactly what happened when finally it struck me all those years later that I could tend to things myself. I know the movie “Gas, Food, Lodgings” was involved. I’d been watching it in the basement of my family’s empty house, and there’d been some scene wherein some attractive male actor pushes Ione Skye up against a wall, and then they have very satisfying sex in an upright position in what appears to be a cave. It was terribly arousing, and the house was so terribly empty, and somehow, finally, I saw my right hand, and I knew. Keep reading »