Some call it the male response to Valentine’s Day, some come call it “Oral Appreciation Day”. Whatever you call it, just know that if all goes well, there will be blow jobs.. And most likely steak.
Dating used to be so simple. We’d meet people through our friends or colleagues, at the grocery store, at work or at school. It was almost always someone with a close proximity to you, so you could rest assured that they weren’t an axe murderer, and after a date or two, it was pretty easy to figure out where you stood with each other.
Dating today, on the other hand, is a whirlwind of opportunity—and confusion.
We meet people through online dating services and through apps, swiping left and right based on a profile we’ve created—a profile that can sometimes feel like a brand we’re trying to sell to potential suitors. When we actually meet this person in the flesh, we have no idea if our relationship is potentially serious or casual, romantic or platonic. The doubt and ambiguity is just too much! We’re so overwhelmed that we blackout; we forget how we got to the coffee shop, and why we even went on this date in the first place. Continue Reading
We tend to think of cunnilingus as one of the more difficult-to-master sex acts, but penises come with their own package of perplexities. On today’s show, Emily gets deep into the delicate art of fellatio, sharing tricks to help you deliver a bang-up BJ every time… And that’s just the tip!
I used to think that the phrase “Less is more” was a lie we told kids so they wouldn’t overdo it on the whipped cream, or sunscreen—basically anything that kids can get their hands on. Then I got older and started accumulating stuff, both literal and metaphorical. Suddenly the idea of “less” seemed a lot more attractive….
I arrived at Middlebury College with a feather in my hair and an appetite for adventure. The tiny liberal arts campus nested in the Green Mountains beckoned me like a hippie commune. No Greek life, no hazing. Only love, drugs, and progressive conversations around gender and sexuality.
Or so I thought.
Like so many incoming Freshman, I could not wait to explore my sexuality. My first semester, I was like a kid in a candy shop. So many beautiful men—sculpted, tall, wielding lacrosse sticks or squash rackets—all up for grabs. I would wake up on Sunday mornings with the stale taste of Tequila on my tongue and a new story to share at brunch with the girls.
My love life was a delicious mess, the electric background noise to my academic endeavors and friendships. It motivated me to do my homework (going to the library is so much more fun with the possibility of running into your crush) and provided good fodder for journal entries. But the dark underbelly of Middlebury hookup culture was always there, slowly but surely wearing away at my self-esteem. Continue Reading
Many have equated the act of having sex to the act of eating pizza: even if it’s not that good, it’s still pretty good. Being that sex and pizza are my two favorite things in this vice-filled world, I would like to call bullsh*t. While it can be difficult for pizza or sex to be completely disappointing, it definitely happens.
Hopefully the amount of crazy, amazing sex you’re having outweighs the mediocre and unsatisfactory bouts, but it’s not going to be sunshine and rainbows every time. For those of us who have had a good amount of sexual excursions in their life, there has tobe at least one horror story you’d like to keep behind closed doors. No matter how bad the sex is, though, it can always be worse. Much, much worse.
No matter how connected we feel to our partners, sometimes we fall out of sync when it comes to the bedroom. You’re going one way, he/she is going the other, and it seems like no one is getting to where they need to go. Just because your rhythms are off right now, doesn’t mean you can’t get back on the same page. Enter Promescent! Continue Reading