Masturbation Month is long over, but the self-love never truly ends. Don’t think that we’ve forgotten about your favorite routines that you sent in, though! There were so many submissions (and so many that got us hot and bothered) that it took us awhile and a little bit of a cool down to get through them all.
April showers are over and May flowers are in bloom, but the roses aren’t the only things budding this month. Gear up, people! It’s going to be a busy month of getting busy—with yourself! Masturbation Month has arrived.
It’s that time of year again! The time when that cutie pie Cupid makes his rounds, leaving a trail of romance — and I think we all know what happens next. Restaurants get packed, giant teddy bears sell out like hotcakes and, come Valentine’s Eve, clothes will be coming off.
These lovely traditions were once necessary ingredients for the perfect V-Day, but these days, it seems like the majority of people are cooking up their plans from scratch… That is, if they’re not saying “screw it” and ordering out. The holiday just isn’t as impressive as it used to be. Now it seems like the day of love is bringing nothing but stress, heartache and the inevitable heartburn that follows the entire box of fudge you ate.
We all have our own methods of masturbation, whether we’re flicking the bean or polishing the bishop, but do we know where we learned them from? Like, when did we decide to touch ourselves for pleasure?
Most men stumbled across masturbation at an early age—not hard to believe considering the fact that their penises are in plain view. Women, unfortunately, don’t have that advantage. For many of us, our vaginas were out of sight, out of mind… until we made the decision to go looking for them. Then the real fun begins.
No stranger to masturbation, but always interested in discovering more, Pam shares how she re-learned to self-love in the wildest way possible in the latest Down to There blog…
Back to Sexual Confidence month is coming to a close, but if you ask us, sexual confidence is always in style. True, it takes some time to develop. Rome wasn’t built in a day and all that. But sexual confidence IS a valuable investment to make in yourself, so we hope that you will continue to keep up the good work long after September ends.
One of the most interesting aspects of sexual confidence is that we all have different ways of helping ourselves get there. All month long, the Sex With Emily team has been sharing our advice on how to be more sexually confident, which we hope has helped to encourage and motivate those who read it. But with only a couple days left of the month, it’s time to see what YOU have to say on the subject. Continue Reading
What makes you feel sexually confident?”
All month long, Emily has posed this question. And all month long, I have avoided attempting to answer it myself. The truth is, confidence is something I have always struggled with. Maybe not in all departments; I know what I bring to the table when it comes to my sense of humor. I am confident in my ability to carry on an intelligent conversation, even in front of a group of people. And I know for a fact that I can whip up a grilled cheese sandwich that would make you melt. The second I hit the bedroom, however, all that aplomb disappears. The self-assuredness I exude in my daily life dissipates somewhere in between dinner conversation and dirty talk, like spinach withering in a saute pan… Like it was never there at all.
That’s the thing about confidence, I guess. Practice makes perfect. While my 20 years of schooling gave me plenty of practice with social and academic confidence, when it comes to things between the sheets, well… guess I must have slept through that particular course. And I’m not the only one. Continue Reading
Although we only have one body to nurture throughout our life, it constantly changes as we age. Mine was skinny as a baby, short and chubby as a teenager and is now slightly taller as an adult. I learned to accept these changes because most of them were temporary at the time. Everything seemed fine until I started having sex with men. The body I grew to love became a list of flaws for another man to correct. Continue Reading
I began having sex at a relatively young age. I was 15 when my boyfriend and I decided we were going to lose our virginities to each other. Well, more like his friends asked when we were finally going to get it over with. Although it may not have come up for a few months if it was never brought to our attention, I was sure (at the time) that this was who I wanted to go through this life event with. Needless to say, that relationship lasted for maybe one more month before it was over.
From that point on, whenever I’d have sex with someone, it would be on their terms and not my own. All I wanted to do was please, because if he was having a good time, so was I… Or at least, I THOUGHT I was. I wasn’t even aware that my own sexual experience was being put on the back burner. I was young, I had no idea what an orgasm felt like, and the guys I was seeing only had their climax in mind. Continue Reading