The holiday season is now upon us, and with it comes that inevitable heaping of holiday madness. What was once the most wonderful time of year has now become the most draining, between the parties and the gifting and the time spent with extended family. And despite what Hallmark would have us believe, the holidays are not so hot for our personal lives, either.
The holidays are right around the corner. Soon airports and roadways will be full of travelers trying to reunite with family and lovers alike, which can only mean one thing: everyone will be asking about your love life. As if the commercials, songs, and couples’ advertising weren’t reminder enough about your singledom, never fret! Your family is there to remind you once more.
Ah, the holidays. We are all conditioned to believe this is the most wonderful time of the year and sure, it has its moments. But if you just so happen to be single, the holidays might take on an entirely new meaning.
Every song, every commercial, and every movie on basic cable paints a picture of the holidays being a time to celebrate with your significant other, leaving uncoupled folks everywhere wondering “What about me? Where’s my holiday happy ending?”
Despite the looming threat of climate change, winter is still on its way (kind of) and along with it comes another change in season. For whatever reason, we are more inclined to stay in when “the weather outside is frightful.” Maybe it’s because the lack of sun is depriving us of energy and driving up our melatonin levels, or maybe it’s the appeal of cuddling up with a cup of hot chocolate. Whatever the case may be, it’s clear that the pumpkin spice lattes are upon us and so is cuffing season. Continue Reading
I was born this way. When I was four, before I even knew what sex was, I used to masturbate to fantasies of being kidnapped and enslaved. I remember feeling confused and ashamed about my fantasies, but I couldn’t resist indulging them while rubbing my clitoris with a beanie baby. The result was too delicious.
This would become my deepest darkest secret that I would never reveal at sleepovers, that I would never even write in my diaries because I did not want to face how fucked-up I was. Something was deeply and fundamentally wrong with me, and I would sporadically try to “quit” my fantasy-ridden masturbation sessions, much like a drug addict still clinging to the ever-dwindling hope of recovery. Continue Reading
I pursued several talents in my college years to hopefully share with the world, but they never worked out for me. I thought about fashion design, theatre, and even accounting. I wanted to give back to the community, but couldn’t offer much. Then I started thinking about my talents, and they all led me to the bedroom, the janitor’s closet and the theatre parking lot. I met a lot of guys along the way, and they helped me find my calling; I give great head. Sure, it’s not what I was looking for, but you can’t deny raw talent. Someone spread the rumor (it was me) and I got a lot of practice in the sack. It’s safe to say my blowjob game is on point.
I am happy to announce that I have finally found THE ONE. I have to admit, it was rough going for a while. After my rocky history of incompatible pairings and utter disappointments, I often wondered if I would ever find my match, my perfect fit, the one that could keep up with my busy lifestyle and still make me feel happy and safe. I was sick of putting myself out there, time and time again, always starting off so full of hope, but ending up left with a roller coaster of emotions, physical pain and even the occasional rash.
But all of that is behind me now, because I am 2 years into the most successful relationship I have ever been in. We had a few bumps along the way, but I have never felt so safe, so free or so sure of anything in my life. No, I am not talking about my boyfriend (although he and I are doing great, thanks for asking!) I am talking about my current form of birth control. Continue Reading
Now that Halloween is over, most people are planning their Thanksgiving feasts, decorating Christmas trees and growing facial hair. Wait, facial hair?… Really? Yes, that’s correct. Men everywhere will be growing out that facial hair, but it’s more than just a Snapchat filter. This month, we grow out our ‘staches for Movember, a month-long movement in November that promotes men’s health. Continue Reading
The walk of shame. Most of us are familiar with the act, many of us have experienced it. If you haven’t, you’ve at least caught someone in the midst of their own. The messed up hair, the unkempt outfit from the night before, the black smears of makeup, and if it was really a wild night, the shoes are in the hand and not on the feet. Continue Reading
We go through a lot of different themes here at Sex With Emily, which means I’m constantly learning new things about my sexuality. This month, I took my research very seriously and committed to “Taking the ‘Freak’ Out of Freaky Sex.” I logged back onto my dating apps to start the process.
Most guys I chatted with started to ask the usual. Want to hook up? Need a friend? How are you still single? (Um, Thanks). My freaky sex month research was starting to look very vanilla until Mr.FetishFriendly92 found his way into my inbox.