I was strolling through the halls of my high school as a young sophomore when I was grabbed at the scruff of my neck by the turkey lady. (more…)
A friend was fingering me the other day and evoked from my body an orgasm like none I have ever felt before. It was through explaining my experience to another friend that I learned that I’d had my first g-spot orgasm — or, at least, my first one strong enough to get my attention.
My partner and I discovered this pleasure on accident. I perched my gently shivering vibrator against my clitoris, as usual, but instead of the standard external fingering I prefer, my partner and I took advantage of the convenient receptiveness that my vagina presented that afternoon to spelunk inside me.
I learned how to masturbate in high school, but I didn’t get good at it until college. All through adolescence, I talked with male friends about their masturbatory habits regularly, but among my female friends, the conversation rarely ever wandered into solo-sex, and it always felt taboo when it did.
Earlier this week, my boyfriend asked if I could talk with one of his friends about masturbating. I could talk to just about anybody for eons about masturbating, but I especially adore this woman, so I had to indulge.
I’m not usually into New Year’s resolutions because, y’know, introverts don’t tend to need Hallmark holidays to trigger introspection. But this year, in the spirit of a healthy body and a healthy mind, I have two…
New Year’s Resolution #1: Be more naked. (more…)