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10 Things Women Don’t Know About Their Bodies
How well do you know your body?
- Bras fit differently depending on the stage of their Menstrual Cycle.
- Consuming a lot of sugar can make you more prone to Yeast Infections.
- Women permanently have full breasts, other mammals only have full breasts when they are breastfeeding.
- Stay well hydrated can help keep your vagina lubricated it might help your vagina have a milder smell and taste.
- Cranberries might be beneficial to your bladder. They can keep bacteria from sticking to the walls of your bladder.
- Some women can feel when they are ovulating. It’s a pain felt only on one side in the abdominal area.
- Wearing high heels might cause bunions. Bone growth develops on the base joint of the large toe, causing the big toe to angle in.
- Women are born with 1 million immature eggs in their ovaries but only 300 – 500 of them will mature between the first period and menopause.
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Sexual Fantasies You’ll Both Love
Because a sex life filled with imagination is a better one.
Whether you’ve been together for two years or sixteen, you know how important passion is in your relationship. But did you know how key fantasies are in having a happy relationship? Being able to communicate your desires to your partner, keep things new and add imagination to sex will do wonders for you—both in the bedroom and outside.
And you’re not alone: About 95 percent of people report that they have sexual fantasies. According to a study conducted at the University of Granada, “women have pleasant romantic fantasies more frequently than men—a few times a month. Men, however, fantasize more frequently about sexcapades involving “being promiscuous”, “being a swinger”,”participating in an orgy.”
But don’t let these preferences hold you back, there are tons of fantasies to try with your significant other. Shares your desires, experiment and discover out what works best for you both as a couple.
You may surprise yourself—and get closer to your partner in the process.
1. Boss & Employee Fantasy
Just a few months ago, we told you that 56 percent of women and 61 percent of men have sexual fantasies about getting it on with coworkers in their office. So why not dress up in your work attire, get behind the desk and re-create the hot new hookup scenario that’s been on your mind? The allure of having sex with a coworker, especially your boss has to do with power—gaining it.
2. Ravishment Fantasy
According to a study from UCLA, 64 percent of women fantasize about this passionate and forceful kind of love. Why? Researchers felt that by imagining the man telling her what to do, the woman is able to give herself “permission to do the raunchy, hot sex stuff she feels a little embarrassed about, but deep down really does want to try.”
Now does the Fifty Shades Of Grey frenzy make more sense to you? YourTango expert Tammy Nelson explains that being ravished makes sense on an anatomical level for women, too. “A woman has to physically let go in order to orgasm.”
3. Storybook Lover Fantasy
This fantasy is more based on love that can be found in romance novels than the kind that takes place in the Victorian era. See how one woman’s sex dream came true when she told her boyfriend about her Clark Kent fantasy.
4. Be An Exhibitionist
In his study of sexual fantasy, Who’s Been Sleeping in Your Head?, Brett Kahr found 19 percent of people fantasize about being watched during sex — and another 5 percent fantasize about taking it off in public. In for the risk? Put on a show. Get it on near the windows in your home or hotel room.
5. Be Voyeuristic
Does watching the show from the sidelines turn you on? Whether you’re spying on the neighbors or the couple getting it on at the beach, this fantasy is a common one. One easy way to make it happen? Go to nude beach or a sex show with your partner.
6. Watch Each Other Masturbate
Put a twist on your voyeuristic fantasy by watching your partner masturbate — or let them watch you. It will help them understand more of what you desire, and of course, it’s an instant turn on.
7. The Stranger Fantasy
Sharing a fantasy for the very first time? Here’s an easy one both men and women enjoy. There’s something sexy and mysterious about anonymity. In fact, the LELO Global Sex Survey discovered that having sex with a stranger is on the rise this year. Easy way to get in on the trend? Turn yourselves into strangers. For as long as you’ve known your partner, pretend you don’t. Different clothes, new hairstyles, different personalities, different names. Start by meeting at the bar and then take your new friend home — keep in character the entire time.
8. Make A Sex Video
Listen up, fellas, while you may be the more visual sex, women are interested in porn, too. A Stanford University study found that women reach peak arousal after just two minutes into an erotic flick. According to Men’s Health, it’s not just celebrities who want to make sex tapes — 40 percent of women want to made a homemade flick with their partners. In 2012, 28 percent of women made a sex video with their guy and in 2014, that number is expected to climb to 52 percent. So get on it while it’s hot. After you watch it make sure to hide it safely or quickly delete it.
9. Threesome Fantasy
Want to get it on with your partner and a another man or woman? Threesomes are a popular one — and they’re even more trendy this year. The LELO study revealed that this year, 20 percent of women will have had a threesome. Some say they love the rush and added stimuli, where as others worry about jealousy and feeling overwhelmed. See what women had to say about their experiences and talk it over with your partner to see if it’s right for you.
10. Have Sex In Public
According to Men’s Health, 64 percent of women want to step outside the bedroom and get frisky in public. It makes sense, the rush, risk of getting caught — it all adds to your experience. Talk about where you both feel comfortable doing the deed, whether it’s an elevator or bathroom.
11. Have Sex Outside
Want the thrill of getting it on outside the bedroom but want to decrease your chances of actually getting caught? Embrace the elements and try doing it in a secluded area outside at night. The grass, the sand, the pool, the great outdoors is your sex playground.
12. Have Sex On An Airplane
Been there, done that with the whole public sex thing? Take it to the next level by joining the mile-high club. According to Men’s Health, 51 percent of women want to get it on up in the air. Take off!
13. Use Sex Toys
What do women really want? Well, studies are leading us to believe it has something to do with blindfolds, handcuffs, vibrators and enhanced orgasms. According to the LELO survey, 76 percent of women want to use their toys with their partner. And ladies, don’t be embarrassed to ask about unleashing the toys. The survey found that 89 percent of men would be happy to use them. And it’s not just for your benefit? Sixty-eight percent of couples both climax during intercourse with sex toys.
14. Visit The Strip Club
Thought the nudie bar was dudes-only? Think again. According to Men’s Health, 47 percent of women want to visit a strip club with their guy. It’s exciting, sexy and you’ll be there together. Not sure if it’s your thing? Find one with a twist, like this Vegan strip club in Portland. Lap dance for two, please.
15. Dominate
Power is a rush, there’s no doubt about it. Many women dream about having a man obey their every wish, so why not unleash your inner dominatrix and try it out in the bedroom? You can do this by simply calling all the shots or make commands with whips, handcuffs, etc. Either way, you’ll be in total control and he’ll be completely devoted. Win, win.
16. Be Dominated
On the reverse, many women fantasize about being submissive and losing control to their partner. Again, think Fifty Shades Of Grey. Why is it so popular aside from Christian Grey’s charming ways? Well, actually it has to do will feeling desired. In 2009 University of Kansas study, it was discovered that “forceful submission fantasies” aren’t about humiliation but are instead “a passionate exchange with a powerful, resource-holding and attentive suitor.”
17. Teacher/Student Fantasy
There’s a reason “Hit Me Baby One More Time” was such a popular music video —and we’re going to guess it wasn’t because of Britney Spears’ vocal chords. The schoolgirl fantasy can involve dominance and spanking, but it doesn’t have to. For some, it’s sexy outfit to rip off.
18. Knight In Shining Armor Fantasy
Romantic? This is the fantasy for you. Whether he’s a fireman saving you from a smoky room, or a life guard carrying you out from the ocean — in this fantasy your guy comes to your rescue and then seduces you.
19. Put On A Strip Show
Guys will surely love this one. But for the ladies, it’s just as enjoyable. You get to put on your sexiest lingerie, take it off and tease him in the process, private lap dance included. The woman will have control and the man will be turned on and begging for more.
20. Bring Food Into The Bedroom
Ice, fruit, whipped cream, you name it, it can all enhance your sexual experience. Seduce your partner with foodplay and hit their erogenous zones in the process.
21. A Man In Uniform Fantasy
Love a man in uniform? For some, it’s the clothes and for others it’s their courage. According to Psychologist and Relationship Expert, Dr. Jeanette Raymond, Ph.D., “The ‘uniform’ may signify that the man is able to manage life’s troubles.” Have your partner dress the part and play the role.
22. Play Doctor
Sick and the only way to fully recover is with an orgasm? Doctor to the rescue.
23. Act Out Your Favorite Sex Scene From A Movie
Get into character and re-create your favorite cinematic sex scene. Whether it’s Basic Instinct or a celebrity sex tape, discuss the scene with your partner and get ready for an Academy Award-winning performance.
24. Give Each Other Sensual Massages
Remember when one woman got a happy ending massage? This year, sales of couples’ massagers increased by 82 percent. Get with it and make your partner melt with an arousing rub down. Need some pointers?
24. Try Erotic Spanking
Why do people love kinky butt-smacking? Aside from the physical pleasure, Pleasure Mechanics explains some “love erotic spanking for the taboo thrill of it.” Here’s how to talk to your partner about whipping you into shape.
25. Personal Trainer Fantasy
Hate working out? Here’s a way to enjoy it. One of you is the personal trainer and the other is the obedient trainee. For Alison Z, it’s her go-to bedroom persona, “When he asks me to get on the ground and give him 20, I’d drop to my knees and give him something else … ”
26. Hot Mechanic Fantasy
For Brianna S, hooking up with the shirtless hottie covered in grease is her bedroom fantasy. “He would take me to the back seat and get to work under the hood of something else. Let’s just say by the time we’re done … the car repairs are on him.”
27. Sex On A Boat
Want to get it on out in the middle of the ocean? Well, I’m guessing you’re a Leonardo DiCaprio fan. But even if you’re not on Titanic-like ship or a Wolf Of Wall Street yacht, there’s still an opportunity to get down and dirty when you set sail. And you’re not the only one with the nautical fantasy. Match.com’s Singles In America survey revealed that 50 percent of singles hope to have sex on boats.
28. Use Feathers
Whether you choose to be tied up or not, have your partner tease you with the light touch of a feather.
29. Try Group Sex
Certainly not everyone’s fantasy but if you enjoy threesomes and are curious about bringing more partners into the bedroom, this might be one a thrilling and liberating ones to explore.
30. Hotel Maid Fantasy
Maybe it’s the allure of being on vacation but hotel sex is exciting and liberating, which may be why the maid fantasy is a hot one. Can’t make it to the hotel? With a sexy maid costume and knock from “housekeeping”, you can re-ignite the spark in no time.
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What I Learnt About Sex from Game of Thrones
A week ago, I intended to write an article about tantric sex. Then I started watching season one of Game of Thrones. Now, and until I’ve caught up on seasons two, three and four, my boyfriend will be lucky if we have any sex at all, let alone sex of the tantric variety, which, let’s face it, takes ages.
Fortunately, my complete immersion in Game of Thrones has not precluded sexual exploration, because the show is bursting with nooky. If you find yourself watching one of the rare scenes with no sexual content, all you have to do is close your eyes, count to 60, and when you open them again, you will almost certainly be confronted with a nice pair of buttocks or breasts. If the plot does not permit any of the main actors to be naked at this particular time, the producers will have festooned the scene with a handful of naked extras (if Game of Thrones teaches us one thing, it is that serious political conversation and semi-clad prostitutes are by no means mutually exclusive).
For someone who likes to talk (a lot), I’m surprisingly coy when it comes to having serious conversations about sex within my relationships. Rather than be explicit about what I want, I tend to try to prod my partners in the right direction. Sometimes this works, sometimes not; often this approach results in me, and possibly them, settling for something that’s not quite right.
But after watching Game of Thrones at my boyfriend’s side, I thought its content could be a good springboard for some more direct chat – we were watching sex, so why not talk about it?
I began with a question about the apparently favored position of men doing it in made-up medieval Westeros: ‘Do you think they did doggy style more back then, or are the producers trying to make a point?’ (We were on episode three, and Daenerys had just succumbed to her first, and not very nice, experience of marital love.) There followed a brief debate on the extent to which the sexual content of Game of Thrones was well-researched. Our conclusion: not very. But, shortly after, my question was answered by the events unfolding on screen. Daenerys, keen to make her bow-legged husband happy, learns a few tricks from her slave, and, soon she is riding Drogo like the lady she is. On top.
And he likes it!
My next question brought the topic back round to us: ‘Do you like doing it doggy style?’
‘Sometimes,’ the boy slapped and squeezed my bum, ‘when I’m feeling like a Dothraki’.
‘But what’s your favourite position,’ I asked, confident that I already knew the answer.
‘On top.’
I wanted to be sure we were on the same page, ‘You or me?’
‘Me,’ he said.
And this was unexpected. Because everything I had observed during the two plus years of our relationship had told me otherwise. ‘But I thought you liked it best when I was on top…’
‘I do,’ he clarified, ‘at the end. But I like starting with me on top’.
This was interesting. ‘Why?’
‘Because I like doing what I want for a bit.’
This answer shouldn’t have surprised me (not least, because his reason for liking being on top is exactly the same as mine), but it did, because we hardly ever do it missionary style. I wondered why he had never mentioned this to me before, but, of course, I already knew the answer: the fact was, I had never asked.
Now I know that this reluctance to talk about the finer details of sex cannot be restricted to me. I have talked about sex on stage and at work, with friends and complete strangers. I reckon I have pretty relaxed boundaries when it comes to discussing matters of the body, but I still find it hard to say: this is what I want from you, now what do you want from me? Until now, I’ve not thought much about how to change this. When I came across articles about being vocal in bed, I would think with a touch of regret, ‘That’s just not me,’ before moving on to the next one. But what these articles are often lacking are tips on how to initiate these oh-so-personal conversations. Game of Thrones has taught me that, by talking about the sex we see on TV, we can find a more natural way into talking about our own sex lives.
Last night the boy and I had sex. He took the lead, and I got a lot of pleasure from knowing that, this time, we were doing what he wanted – not just for a bit, but the whole way through. The pace of our sex was slightly different; for once, he stayed on top throughout, and, for both of us, it felt great.
Afterwards I asked him if he knew why it had been so good.
He thought for a second, ‘Because we haven’t done it for ages?’
I shook my head, ‘Because of Game of Thrones’.
He wasn’t convinced. But I knew…
Scientifically Proven Benefits of Sex
7 Reasons To Have More Sex (as proved by Science)
Have more sex… because science told you to!
- Sex is Relaxing
- Sex is Exercise
- Sex Makes you Smarter
- Sex Makes you Stronger
- Sex Keeps you Healthy
- Sex Makes you Snuggly
- Sex Keeps your Heart Strong
Why its Important for Busy Moms to Fit in Sex & How
If you’re not convinced, here’s why you must make sex with your husband a priority.
1. It’s good for your health (and is doctor approved!).
Sex can reduce stress and tension, and create feelings of physical and emotional well-being. Sex is also part of self-care. Just like exercise, time with friends and spirituality are important self-care activities, so is sex. Sex is a way of honoring one’s needs and desires, and to do so can create energy that is grounding, youthful and full of vitality.
2. It’ll do wonders for your relationship.
We hear this a lot, but how does sex really benefit a relationship? Sex is a separate category of intimacy. Different than emotional intimacy, family intimacy, life-partner intimacy—it is a wordless, sacred bond that distinguishes a couple relationship.
Spending this kind of time together creates closeness, good will, and a bonding that is unlike any other. It fans the flames of romance and makes both partners feel more invested and connected. In spite of fatigue and conflicts, couples should absolutely prioritize sex as it is truly akin to prioritizing and deeply tending to the relationship.
3. A happy (and satisfied) wife equals a happy family!
Seriously. It creates an unconscious energy in the house between the couple—a closeness, an intimacy. This bond can be felt by the children and sets a wonderful example of love, commitment and safety.
There is almost no better thing a parent can do for a child than to love their spouse, and sex is an important extension of that. A child who experiences his/her parents as close and connected experiences a sense of well-being and security that carries over to how they move through the world and through their own relationships.
In other words: When it comes to sex, there are four steps you should take. Think about it, plan it, schedule it and then just do it. Your health, your relationship and your kids will benefit from you being a happier, more fulfilled woman.
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8 Facts About The Female Orgasm Everyone Should Know
6. Women can orgasm from having anal sex.
7. Ten percent of women report achieving orgasm through exercise. Now there’s an incentive to go to the gym.
8. The vaginal orgasm is basically a myth. Womp, womp.
Watch the rest of the video above to learn more fun facts about the clitoris and her orgasms.
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Breaking through Body Issues with Burlesque
“Burlesque? That’s just stripping with a women’s studies degree.”
That was what I said in 2004, during a radio interview in Dayton, Ohio. I had never seen a burlesque show, knew nothing of the history, and just formed my opinions based on hater’s logic. I knew that my husband, whom I’d grown to distrust in the 2 years that we’d been married (we were still in a getting-to-know-you period, since we ran to Vegas and hitched up 3 months after meeting – a mistake which I will fully dissect in another article entirely), was into the burlesque/pin-up style of girl, so I felt threatened by it.
See, I was more hardcore, I used my sexuality as a defense, my in-your-face promiscuity was how I proved that I was okay, that I was a confident, sexually liberated woman who didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought. I figured that if I was sexual, I was sexy, and that there was no value in subtlety and nuance. I didn’t understand how that was hot, I had no use for the tease. There was no mystery with me, I thought that being aggressively sexual was the most direct way to get the validation that I needed to convince myself that I was strong and desirable, much easier than dealing with the issues that caused the doubt, shame, and fear that I denied having, as though I could fuck the past trauma out of my head. But enough about the inner workings of my messy head, which I could go on about for days, back to burlesque!
Cut to October 2006. I’d just left my husband and I’d never felt less desirable. Over the course of our 4 year marriage, codependency had unwittingly turned me into his mommy-wife, and my usual methods of swimming in a sea of meaningless sex until I felt better wasn’t working, because I didn’t even have enough self-esteem left to lock down a random drunken one-night stand, previously my specialty. I was looking through a community class catalogue, saw the listing for a burlesque dance class, and decided to take the class out of vindictive bitterness towards my ex. Whatever means to an end though, right?
I fell in love immediately. I wasn’t some peeler prodigy, I was ungraceful and had to fight feeling silly to make my body move the way I was being taught. But no one made fun of me, no one was a star, or a bitch, or a diva. There was a camaraderie among us, I felt like one of the group, not the weirdo loner, which was my usual role in any group of women. There really were women of all shapes, sizes and backgrounds. It was so refreshing to be in this supportive, fun environment, so I kept coming back, week after week, gaining more confidence with each class. I practiced at home, and actually felt cute doing it. Our teacher announced that we would have a show at the end of the session, so we’d all need to choose stage names, and songs for our solos.
WHAT?
Solo? No. I was okay with the group number, I could hide among my new friends and go unnoticed, I wouldn’t have my clunkiness and chunkiness on focused display. But a solo? Alone onstage, without my security blankets, nothing else to look at but me. That was terrifying. My words are my strong suit, comedy was my wheelhouse, not dancing sexily and silently, but everyone else was rising to the challenge, all these women who had the exact same amount of training and inexperience, we’d been in this together so far, so I had to do it. I figured that if it went really badly, I never had to do it again, and could pretty easily avoid anyone who’d seen the debacle. If I tanked, I could write jokes about it, and good or bad, I’d get something useful out of it. So I went for it, choosing “Little Red Riding Hood” by the Meteors as the soundtrack to my anxiety. I choreographed my novice moves, rehearsing in front of friends, asking my best friend, Justin, (who had extensive dance experience from doing theater in high school, as well as being gay) for extra help. We smoked joints and practiced box-stepping, straddling chairs, making stage faces, and cobbled together my costume.
The night of the show seemed so far in the future, until it was 2 days away. That’s when time started really flying. I felt alternately excited and death-row-dreadful. I’d been a professional performer for over a decade, and had NEVER felt anything close to these nerves. Admitting my body issues to myself was unavoidable, because all my fears boiled down to them. If I messed up my moves, I couldn’t rely on my standup to save me, nor could I be content that the audience would be mesmerized by just viewing the natural grace and beauty of my body, because I didn’t feel I had any of that. I wasn’t what I thought of when I thought about what a stripper looked like. Strippers were tight and compact, I was fleshy and spread out. I figured that my physicality was not what attracted any of the men I’d managed to land. My worst fears were of the audience looking away, or even heckling, when I exposed my unappreciated body. I imagined some douchebag yelling “Put it on!!”, and the crowd laughing at me, not with me. I readied myself for this, for what I knew logically to be an unlikely event, but felt emotionally convinced would come to pass.
The night of the show, my hands were shaking too much to put on my own huge, campy false eyelashes. First was the group number, and it went well, though I was so deep in my own head about my upcoming shimmy to the gallows, that I barely noticed the energy and excitement of the crowd. I changed costumes too fast, gave myself too much unoccupied time with which to freak out, and then…IT WAS TIME.
I heard my name, and felt my feet move me to the stage. My body started going through the motions, and I was able to focus on that. The moment of truth arrived, it was time to drop my skirt (more specifically, to slowly rip apart the velcro, tease with a bit of upper thigh/hip, turn around, slowly lower the skirt to ass-framing level, then drop it). I don’t think I was even breathing. Then came the noise. The loud, loud noise. The sound of people cheering, clapping, screaming, whistling, all of it hit me in the face at once, and I fed off of it like it was what I’d eaten my whole life. I didn’t use my manufactured smile once. Everything came off perfectly, and I finished and went backstage shaking from the adrenaline and emotional release, drowning in all the positive feedback. I’ve never felt a sense of pride and accomplishment like that before, not even the first time I did standup. It felt like a victory on multiple fields, and I celebrated it all night long (and I mean ALL NIGHT LONG, as I had found enough self-confidence from the evening to land the attention of a gentleman caller who was super hot, super complimentary, and even bought brunch the next day).
Over the next 9 years, I delved pretty deeply into burlesque, developing my own style of spoken-word stripteases, producing shows, running a troupe, performing in festivals, traveling the country (and beyond, I was honored to be a headlining performer and emcee of the first New Zealand Burlesque Fest) and even teaching, which was my favorite part of it all. I felt better about myself the more I helped other women feel better about themselves, not just showcasing my own bravery in refuting the societal norms of acceptable beauty, but ushering other women into their own. Helping along this revolution of self-acceptance truly healed me. And all without a women’s studies degree.
How to Become a Tantrika
By extending and expanding the body’s capacity for pleasure, we celebrate the sacred in others and ourselves. Erotic feeling is a vehicle for exploring ecstatic states and deepening intimacy. Tantra invites us to transform sexual experience by seeing ourselves and our partners differently – releasing cynicism and judgment, and honouring the spirit within.
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Oral Sex Road Test: Does Pineapple Juice Make You Taste Better In Bed?
3. Meat
It’s been suggested that vegetarians “taste better.” And as someone who is a vegetarian (or pescatarian, to be exact) I wanted to prove that this axiom was true. M is not only a meat eater but a hunter so he’s been not-so-secretly hoping that I would join the other team. So of course, he was thrilled with this part of our experiment. I was just excited to prove that I would taste and smell stinky after eating meat. Trying to create a smelly vagina for my boyfriend might be a first.
So for three days, I stopped being a vegetarian and chowed down on everything from bacon to sausage to pork chops. M increased his meat intake, eating jerky for snacks and forgoing vegetables.
When it came to showtime, we were a little exhausted after what was a long day for both of us. Our normally spontaneous sex sessions had taken on a bit too much planning and regulation. Nonetheless, even though we both wanted to sleep, we soldiered on. He headed down south, while I eagerly hoped I didn’t taste good. But alas after he finished me off, he came back up to report that once again he tasted no difference.
I felt let down by friends at PETA but I focused on my work ahead of me. I slid down between his legs, until he was ready to come. The verdict? Pretty much the same as his normal stuff. I guess he wouldn’t be giving up meat anytime soon.
4. Masque Flavor Strips
Given that downing the same thing constantly over the course of three days was making us ill and becoming very repetitive, we were thrilled to discover an easier solution: Masque Flavor Strips. One of the benefits of being a sex writer is that you learn about products that a normal person would never even conceive of.
The strips are dissolvable flavored strips that are meant to be put in your mouth 15 minutes before fellatio. They come in four flavors; strawberry, watermelon, mango and chocolate. I decided to go for strawberry since as an amateur cook, that seemed like the flavor that would go best with cum. To get us back to spontaneous, I decided my best course of action would be to surprise him in the morning before work with a BJ. After having non-taste test sex, we fell asleep and around 6 am. I secretly slipped one of the strips in my mouth, shoved the blankets aside and went to work. M was pleasantly surprised and when he came 10 minutes later I was surprised too; the strip actually worked!
It didn’t offer 100 percent taste coverage but it did mask about 80 percent of the flavor making it much easier to swallow and ultimately more enjoyable for him. The only problem? The packaging is almost impossible to rip open which is a major buzzkill in the moment. In the future, I will definitely prepare by cutting open a package ahead of time. M returned the favor by popping a strip into his mouth and going down on me. At this point, I was unsurprised when he came back up telling me he didn’t really need it. If anything, it was distracting since he liked my actual taste. I knew I loved him for a reason.
Final Thoughts:
I learned something very important from this experiment; force feeding yourself (or your partner) in the name of making your juices taste better is not worth it. That said, it was fun to finally test this longstanding notion. I think I can firmly conclude that pineapple juice does in fact alter the taste of semen. Lady juices, not so much which is great for me since I won’t have to drink gallons of pineapple juice. Bummer for any women out there who have funky vaginas.
Flavorwise, it seems it’s a tie between pineapple juice and the flavor strips. The pineapple juice definitely made M’s man juice taste better, but drinking pineapple juice three times a day is way too much. But M did enjoy my reaction to his sweetened splooge, so he may try one glass a day or even three for special occasions, like birthdays and anniversaries.
In the meantime, I think I’ll just stick to the flavor strips.
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16 Hot Facts about Sex
16 Naughty Facts about Sex
- You can Burn about 200 calories during 30 minutes of active sex.
- The Average penis size is 3.5 to 3.7 inches when flaccid and between 5.0 to 5.7 inches when erect.
- These days, the Greeks have more sex than any other nationality.
- There are roughly 100 million acts of sexual intercourse each day.
- In 2005, a couple broke the world record for the longest unbroken kiss. They did it for an exhausting 31 hours, 30 minutes and 30 seconds.
- 25% of couples over 75 are still sexually active.
- Besides humans, Bonobo Chimps and Dolphins are the only animals that have sex for pleasure.
- Telling a convincing lie to someone is much more difficult when you find them sexually attractive.
- What do humans, fish, and porpoises have in common? They all have oral sex.
- Under half of men think their penis is too small, whereas 85% of women are very satisfied with their partner’s penis size.
- The average amount of time spent kissing for a person in a lifetime is 20,160 minutes. That’s 336 hours, 14 days or 2 weeks.
- Your average healthy man produces approximately 300 million sperm in just a teaspoon of his semen. However, it only takes one little swimmer to fertilize a woman’s egg.
- In 2003, a pair of male penguins in the central park zoo, who had been a ‘couple’ for years, raised a baby penguin together.
- Average speed of ejaculation: 28 miles per hour.
- The black widow spider eats her mate during or after sex. Worse still, the horny eight-legger can consume as many as 20 lovers in a single day.
- A single sperm contains 37.5 MB of DNA information. One ejaculation represents a data transfer of 15,875 GB, equivalent to the combined capacity of 62 Macbook Pro laptops.
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Women Wish Men Knew these 50 Sex Tips
- Listen to the sounds she makes and react. Moaning = good. Silence = bad. Adjust accordingly.
- Try somewhere new. Do it in the outdoors.
- Keep yourself trimmed but don’t go overboard. You’ll look like a toddler.
- Tell your partner when you’re going to come.
- Keep some lube handy.
- Increase your confidence to release your inner sex God.
- Abstain for a little. Listen to science: if you don’t have sex for a week, when you do it will be totally mind-blowing.
- She wants to finish just as much as you do. If you come before she does, don’t leave her hot and bothered – go straight for oral.
- Foreplay is not a means to an end. Some women don’t come from sex so this could be your chance to give her that unforgettable orgasm.
- Build your stamina. Get fit so you can go for longer.
- Sex is sticky, sweaty and messy done right. Embrace it.
- Find the G-spot. Slide your finger inside her. Wiggle until you find a spot that feels a bit rougher. Then, go for it!
- Vary the mood. Rough and dominant to slow and romantic. Do it when you’re full of energy, do it after you wake up, do it when you only have 10 minutes.
- If you prematurely ejaculate, try kegel exercises. Google is your friend!
- If you’re trying anal: LUBE.
- Don’t expect oral sex if you’re not offering it too.
- Use sex toys. According to recent surveys, women who use sex toys regularly experience better sex and less pain.
- Act enthusiastic so she knows you’re having a good time. She’ll find it sexy.
- Biting isn’t as sexy as the movies make it out to be. The trick is to be ultra light. Not like you’re biting into a juicy cheeseburger.
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Best Sex Positions For Female Orgasm
When it comes to answering questions about sexual pleasure, Dr. Lori Buckley of the Sinclair Institute knows it all. This time around she discusses the G-Spot and the best sex position to orgasm.
Was it Sexual Healing?
Closing in on my first year living overseas, I had taken the opportunity to check out the countryside as part of an exchange. The program allowed young internationals looking to extend our working holiday another year in Australia by doing farm work.
As you might imagine, while scenic and beautiful, it was not a juggernaut of cool fun and excitement. The farmers treated us mostly like trained animals they didn’t like much. To pass time, I began listening to a podcast on how to understand and let go of your ego and live in the present moment. Fully aware of the irony, I would use these talks to set my mind free of the boring and painful work strewn across the breathtaking landscape. In short, I wore thai fisherman’s pants, got into the best shape of my life, stunk of minty muscle cream and each day rinsed away the sweat, mud and degradation for six minutes (due to the water restrictions imposed by a drought) of heavenly shower time.
During a slow patch of work, I found a flyer in a shop near my hostel. It was advertising a weekend retreat with a name like TOGETHERNESS that claimed to celebrate the masculine and feminine in us all. It was three days of seminars, yoga and dancing around bonfires on a lake and it was right near where I was staying. Perfect.
At 23, I was promptly crowned “the youngest woman,” and was accordingly coaxed to dance around bonfire number one during the opening ceremony along with the youngest man, a 21 year old who was the son of the retreat’s creator, and whose hubris was through the roof.
While ordinarily I would have had my red flags firing on all cylinders, indicating that this was an express train to dreadlocked armpit hair and the Law of Attraction; I felt safe enough to roll with some gentle brainwashing. Perhaps what has gotten me into the most trouble in my life so far, has been encountering an absurd situation and leaning into it out of sheer bewilderment of it’s very existence, coupled with an adolescent sort of curiosity.
The intense introspection of a few months of fieldwork combined with being in my early twenties left me feeling very open to the world. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure what was going on, but I felt utterly blissful the more I surrendered to the experience.
One of the workshops the retreat had offered was something called a “Cuddle Party.” Curious and encouraged by the glowing feedback of the woman next to me examining the daily schedule, I hiked up my fisherman’s pants and shuffled off my birkenstocks into the “puddle” made of pillows.
A burly and round man in his late 30s identifying himself as a “Sexual Healer” explained the exercise where we weren’t allowed to touch one another, unless there was an explicit “Yes.” Our directive was to talk to each other and ask permission to touch each other in various areas that might lead to cuddling, but we were told could not lead to anything sexual unless we wanted to “take it elsewhere”. If we felt like responding with even so much as a “maybe,” we were instructed to default to “No.”
Later that evening, the sexual healer approached me and we started talking. It’s a bit of a blur of patchouli and moonlight, but he proceeded to charm me into his tent like a snake in a basket, and I spent the remainder of the retreat enchanted under his spell. Rather than return to harsh life of cold bunk beds and mean farmers, I enveloped myself in the afterglow of the retreat and floated into the nearest city where most of my new friends, and the Aussie Marvin Gaye incarnate lived.
The first few days were spent in a whirlwind of new thoughts and ideas. He showed me videos about his therapy and how he helped women with chronic pain in their vulvas (known as Vulvodynia, or a depressed vagina, as a friend who had struggled with the affliction would describe it), shared books on open relationships and often casually remarked on how he’d like to one day have a harem.
I absorbed as much information as I could on how his practice helped women and couples. It seemed that I was meeting a lot of young ingenues and very friendly sex workers; a phrase, I was told, which extended from writing erotica for a living to working in a brothel or, providing what I learned was called “full release” massage in your high rise condo to exclusive clientele; and everything in between.
Some of the women who floated in and out of the home were sweet and open. I remember one of my new sex working friends inviting me to her home, showing me her “massage” space, eating a lot of prunes and ordering pizza. She got very sick (probably from the prunes, she ate about 50 of them), and I somehow awoke next to her with her freaking out over seeing my eyes without glasses. She wanted to go and get colonics together. Those plans somehow never materialized.
One of the other women, a young mother of two, stared daggers at me. I later pieced together that she was sort of the Matriarch and it seemed I had unwittingly moved in on her turf. I could never figure out what I had done to upset her, but she had a way of introducing me to the concept of passive aggression in a way I had never experienced.
Marvin (as I’ll refer to him for the remainder of this story) continued my education in his work by showing me a movie about a married couple whose relationship was marred by her inability to climax after experiencing a traumatic sexual event in her past. The sexual healer in the movie “treated” the wife by having sex with her and helping her find her orgasm. The healer saved their marriage and this was the apparent impetus for Marvin’s work. Though Marvin claimed to never have sexual intercourse with his clients, he would “massage” them and provide counsel. He also introduced me to a duo who deftly circumvented anti-prostitution laws in America by dividing the labour and having one woman massage the vulva (or, yoni, as Marvin insisted on referring to it) with instruments (rather than hands or body parts), and the other knelt by her head and talked her through the experience. It was fascinating and confusing. He introduced me to his library of books on open relationships and showed me his “Treatment” room, which was essentially a living/dining room with a massage table and throw pillows. Marvin felt strongly that this area and his bedroom remain separate and expressed that he strived to keep the two sides of his life from blending. He talked to me about the importance of clear communication in all relationships, especially open ones. He created a book comparing photos of yonis next to corresponding flowers. I cautiously ate it up with a spoon and waited for more.
Early on, Marvin tied me up with some very sexy satin ropes, and skilfully continued with his seduction. I sought to understand his work while enraptured with the idea of being a muse. After the first few days, however, I noticed we were spending a lot of time cuddling and walking around naked like we were in a nature documentary; but, strangely, having sex together ground to a startling halt without any real explanation. He would insist that he just wasn’t feeling very sexual. Not one to take a hint, I stuck around.
One evening, while Marvin was conducting a women’s talking circle that I did not qualify for, I had an accident. Not one to interrupt the sanctity of the circle, the loud “BOUUFFFF” sound of an exploding natural heating pad in his kitchen went ignored, until one of the women insisted he check on me. He promptly hid me in his room with an ice pack and returned to the circle.
On the advice of a nurse’s hotline, I took myself and my 56 new blisters to the ER. I made some new friends, cracked some jokes, and relaxed until the shock wore off. Eventually, once his talking circle was finished, Marvin came to collect me. Wrapped in bandages and high on morphine, I suggested we lighten the mood and go out for ice cream. Marvin quietly escorted me to a convenience store, where he waited as I picked up my own pint. Either I wasn’t very good at setting location notes and ambiance preferences for post-traumatic cheer-me-up dates, or it was starting to appear that my position on his pedestal was now really coming apart at the screws. It was not long (but not before falling asleep waiting on his front lawn, while he presumably hooked up with the Matriarch across town) before I packed up my fisherman’s pants and headed south.
My memory paints this story as one of an older man manipulating an impressionable (and possibly clueless) young woman during a vulnerable time in her life, then casting her aside. Someone so eager to help what seemed to be every other woman and encourage open communication and free sexuality, drew me in, adored me and then, when he wasn’t proselytising, swiftly ignored me. It felt like a classic bait and switch. The ole “C’mere, Go Aways” as my best friend used to call it. The more I reached out to understand everything and figure out what I was missing, the more deeply he would withdraw, and his attention and his affection would wane. It took more time than I’m proud of to figure out I had played my part and then hung around a little too long after the curtain call.
Today, I am in a healthy and calm long term relationship. I am kinder to myself, I have learned about this weird concept called “boundaries.” I threw away my fisherman’s pants. I got a tattoo on my arm to cover the physical scars and I saw a counsellor to try and run interference on the emotional ones. It took me years to wrap my head fully around my experience, my true errors in judgement, rather than perceived flaws in my character, as well as my actual flaws in character and how to deal with them. I’m no longer bitter, confused or resentful (most of the time), but I am weary of protecting my emotional soft spots, and immediately suspicious of older men offering cuddles and lectures on female empowerment.
And I will never listen to a Marvin Gaye album with a straight face again.
What Men Want in Bed
2. A woman who looks great and is confident in bed
Now the first part about looking great in bed can seem shallow, but umm… yeah, guys like that. Unless they have a fetish for BBWs. Looking fit in bed is always going to be an advantage when it comes to knowing what men want in bed. After all, men are visual creatures who are drawn more to appearance than anything else.
But you should remember that good looks depend more on confidence than on actual appearance. If you’re comfortable walking around the room naked, and seducing him with a little jiggle and a bend, he’d desire you and want you even more.
Learn a few tricks and don’t be afraid to show it off. Like strip teasing or belting a few moves? It doesn’t matter if you’re seducing him to a remix of Y.M.C.A., just as long as you feel sexy and confident yourself.
3. A woman who’s ready to talk dirty and fantasize
Evolution has programmed men to sow their seeds far and wide, as often as they possibly can. While social system and women have trained a man to hold it in his pants, most men do lust about other gorgeous women (women lust too!) now and then.
While many people are against talking dirty in bed and fantasizing about other people, we suggest otherwise. Men and women do fantasize, yet girls shut that thought out and pretend like some other girl can’t stir your man’s loins.
Men love a woman who understands this fact, whether men acknowledge it or not. While you should dump any man who drools every time a pair of never ending legs walk past him, don’t hate him if he takes a sideward peek at another woman for a quarter of a second. It’s involuntary!
Explore his sexual fantasies and help him open up about his secret desires. Communicate with each other sexually and talk about the little things that turn each other on. Do this and he’s going to want a bedtime treat every night.
4. A girl who doesn’t feel awkward in bed
First time sex can be a cute experience at times, what with all the blushing and cute eye batting. But after a while, a man would really want his woman to open up and feel comfortable in bed. It’s great to be coy and flirty while dirty talking, but while doing the deed? Nope, men don’t want a shy girl while banging her like a tin roof in a tornado.
Do you feel uncomfortable to go down on him? Don’t go down there and stare at his ding dong like you’re looking at a raw eel in a sushi bar, disgusted and awkward. Explore him and let him explore you. This is one of the important things that men want in bed. They want to be with a woman who’s happy to be in bed with him.
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