When starting a sexual relationship with someone, there is one dreaded question that inevitably comes up in your coital conversations. What’s your number? The number of people that you’ve had sex with somehow always comes into question and it can be a nerve-wracking question to answer.
I recently experienced something of a crisis while pondering my own sexual identity, and thought of this question. I could not, for the life of me remember the number of people I have had sex with. Up until this point I felt that I had kept fairly meticulous mental record of “my number.” I remember when it was 2, I remember when it was 10, I even remember my favorite number, 15.
Somewhere after 20, however, I irretrievably lost count. I tried to make a list, crossing off “almosts” and writing question marks next to forgotten names. But alas, my list-making was to no avail. I began to question the validity of my own memory and whether some of these sexual encounters were figments of my fear, fantasy or imagination. Continue Reading
By the time my partner and I had settled into a sex routine, I had already forged a firm and profound bond with my Magic Wand.
No person had ever been able to deliver the type of orgasmic experience that my wand and I shared. It satisfied my sexual needs efficiently and effectively, and continues to everyday, no matter my relationship status. Continue Reading
We all love to play with ourselves. In fact, masturbation is probably one of humankind’s most popular approaches to pleasure. It’s cheap, good for you, and pretty easy to pull off (so to speak). But solo sexual stimulation has always lived in the shadow of the “real thing.”
Sadly, masturbation is widely regarded as partnered sex’s less talented understudy… A reluctant last resort. A mere masturbatory means to an end.
Although it still gets you from point “A” to point “O” in the end, the ensuing orgasm has a tendency to feel lackluster without someone to co-opt coaxing it out of you. But it doesn’t have to! Continue Reading
The vagina. A sex organ. A woman’s genitalia. It is one of the very few things in existence that garners universal obsession of the masses. Its reputation is unmatched in its complexity.
Some regard it as the holy grail of every prepubescent male. Some seek its amity for the entirety of their lives. Others call it the Rubick’s cube of life.
It is the tunnel traveled by new life at birth. A ubiquitous symbol of strength and femininity. It is the anatomical emblem for women across the world. Beautiful, mysterious, pleasurable and perfect.
There are many things the vagina IS. But lest we forget, let us remind ourselves, there are many more things the vagina is NOT:
Like a lot of women, I didn’t have the most pleasurable introduction to anal play. I was pressured, unprepared, and as a result, found myself in a fair amount of pain. My experience left me figuratively scarred and utterly apprehensive to re-approach any sexual rear-entry.
But as I’ve grown sexually and personally, one of my ongoing goals has been opening doors that I had hastily deemed permanently closed. For me, an upstanding symbol of this sexual renaissance is the glorious butt plug. Continue Reading
Once upon a time I had a boyfriend who told me I was loose…
I knew the minute he told me that it was bullshit. His opinion was wrong. I had learned enough about the female anatomy to know, logically, that my vagina was totally normal.
No previous partner had ever made mention of my pussy being anything but a wonderful and satisfying place to be. I took care of it, I loved it, I even named her Tallulah Belle! Still, despite my better judgement, his uninformed opinion about the narrowness of my vaginal canal affected me profoundly. Continue Reading
Once upon a time, I took a man’s virginity. This isn’t odd or strange or unprecedented in human history, nor was it a “first” for me. The thing that made this experience, and the ensuing pseudo-relationship, remarkable was that this virgin (let’s call him Victor) was 32 years old.
Victor was not only a virgin of sex, he was a virgin of dating, relationships, ANY sexual activity and even close friendships with women. I was the first naked woman he had ever seen in real life, and I was the first person, besides himself, to ever take a peek at his penis. Continue Reading
. I’ve always been aware of my bisexuality. Before I knew anything about sexual fluidity or a binary orientation system or the Kinsey scale, I knew that I was attracted to girls and boys.
I don’t recall a moment of sexual self-discovery. Never did I “come out” to anyone. I didn’t struggle to accept myself as queer. My sexuality was just a truth of my life. It was as real and natural as the color of my skin, my shoe size, or pronunciation of my name. Being a “bi” girl was not something I ever struggled to embrace. Continue Reading
We’re on the eve of a brand new decade. It’s about to be 2020, and while contemplating my fresh resolutions, sex is at the front of my mind.
This year, I’m making a point to do things differently in my bedroom and in my sex life. I want to walk into 2020 unafraid and ready to challenge myself sexually and romantically.
These are my New Year’s Sex-o-lutions.
It’s Thanksgiving. And that means it’s the season for gratitude.
Everyone has something they’re thankful for. Maybe it’s your family, maybe it’s your partner. Maybe you’re thankful that you got a new job or learned a fun new sex position! Whatever the reason, we here at Sex With Emily are celebrating gratitude in any way we can!
This year, Emily has a special relationship she would like to express her immense appreciation for…
Are you ready to appreciate the wonder that is the Magic Wand? You’ll be thankful for it too this holiday season.