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.
It’s one thing to talk about taking the “freak” out of freaky sex. We can understand the importance of embracing all forms of sexual exploration and expression. We can take a look at our own fantasies and even work on feeling comfortable expressing them. But just like many of the lessons we learn in life, from Reaganomics to Trigonometry, some theories just aren’t as easy to put into practice.
We all want to believe that we will be cool when someone we’re being intimate with makes a unprecedentedly kinky request. We want to think that we’ll react gracefully, that we will go into it with an open mind and come away with a better understanding of human sexuality as a whole. That’s exactly what happened for one mystery woman—let’s call her Jane—when her golden rule “Try everything once” led her into her first ever golden shower experience…
When we hear the word ‘kinky,’ we tend to let our minds fall deep into the gutter of the possibilities this word can bring to the bedroom. Getting intimate with someone considered to be on the kinkier side means you most likely won’t be having your run of the mill sexual experience.
Whether you’re aware of where you land on the scale or not, we all have our own level of kink. Maybe you’re into handcuffs, having sex in remote locations, or you like taking a literalness to playing with fire; the list goes on forever. And, why these particular additions or ideas make us unable to control our urges may be indescribable, a mystery even to yourself. But hey, whatever works, right? Continue Reading
It’s hard to believe that, in this day and age, there are any sex acts that could still be considered taboo. After all, last year was deemed the Year of Pegging in popular media. Virtual Reality porn went from being a thing of the future to, well, a reality! Things that were once considered to be sexually deviant or fringe are now becoming blockbuster hits. And according to a recent study, 1 in 5 Americans has been in an open relationship. Still, despite how open and accepting society may seem towards any and all forms of sexual expression, we still have quite a ways to go. Continue Reading