When I graduated high school in 2009, I had planned to go to the University of Iowa, a school that was around 4 hours away from my hometown of Omaha, Nebraska. It was never my intention to meet a boy I wanted to date right before leaving for college, but as it turns out that's exactly what happened.
We've all been there before - the night is coming to an end, and you realize you're not going home. It doesn't matter if the sleepover is happening at a lover's or a friend's pad, it's happening, and you are nowhere near being prepared.
Everyone knows the typical female mantra for January, "new year, new me!" Girls hashtag it for the first few weeks, when they're actually hitting the gym and trying to stick to their New Year's resolutions, but I want to talk about a different kind of mantra. New year, new guy.
Just because you're under the weather, sexy times don't need to come to a screeching halt. No, I'm not trying to convince you that dirty tissues are the latest aphrodisiac. Rather, there are ways you can still get yours despite feeling like Gwyneth Paltrow in Contagion.
Great news for us all. Alert the major religions, nosey parents and sex ed. counselors!
I want everyone reading this to understand that the only way off of that hook is yourself. You are the only one standing in the way of your happiness.
Hopefully my experiences can provide some sort of framework for your greater and lesser moments chasing love (or something like it).
I've accidentally become a pro bono therapist/life coach to people in my life because I can listen to any of their problems and generally keep a poker face and I can easily offer non-judgmental sentiments.
We love our boyfriends, but when they get a little too demanding about wanting sex. There might be a problem there.
Here are some places that you can, should, and should aspire to have sex at, in, or possibly on top of.
The element of surprise is not always fun, you know?
I can't help but wonder how brainwashed I've been and whether or not my preferences are really my preferences or if I've just mindlessly accepted things because it was easy.
Sometimes sex just isn't on the itinerary for the night.
You can feel free to disagree with me but I’ll be happy to poke holes in your theories…that sounded a little naughtier than I meant it to.
Initiating can be a daunting task, but it's actually really simple. The worst case scenario isn't that terrible, and the potential payoff is pretty amazing.
Women are often socialized to be flexible, passive, and basically total pushovers. We're expected to put everyone before ourselves because that's the feminine and nurturing thing to do.
What if a little Asian swag is exactly what will do the trick?
Being able to navigate awkward conversations with your partner is a really important skill. It takes courage to open up about fantasies and being sympathetic and not freaking out when someone reveals something you find unappealing is key to diminishing the awkwardness.
A total of 41 erogenous zones on 800 male and female subjects were ranked in order of the order of their sexual arousal levels. Making an appearance on the list of spots of arousal were shoulder blades, ears, inner thighs and lips.
Now I'm sure we've all come to terms with the fact that life isn't like the movies, and those hot moves and that crazy confidence you've seen in almost every HBO drama is a lot harder to pull off than one would imagine.
Why are women saying that they would give up sex (?!!!) if it could make them younger looking?
Tons of women have awkward stories about guys who were definitely sprinters as opposed to marathoners. But there's an inverse to this problem - the guy who can't or doesn't come in a timely fashion.
Haven't you seen "Catch and Release" where Jennifer Garner asks Timothy Olyphant his mother's maiden name after they do the deed? If Jennifer Garner swears by this rule, and she's no ho, then it must hold some water.
It's definitely a tiny bit heartbreaking when something that brings you pleasure ultimately doesn't agree with you.
Let's just pretend for a second that Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake were in an actual, realistic version of friends with benefits. Would they seriously fall in love in the end and be all ridiculously good looking while doing it? NO!
I love having a boyfriend. I love the stability. I love the comfort. I love the support and the casual movie nights and the snuggles and all of that great stuff. But, on occasion, I do daydream about what it would be like to be single.
Alas, the day has come, and I haven't a shred of editorial modesty left.
After two decades of listening to pop music, I'm increasingly desensitized to the grimy messages that are perpetuated. That said, what irks me about the song is the delineation between "good girls" and "girls who openly love sex."
One group of ladies feel like there is a simple solution to HBO's sexism: more Ds.
My boyfriend and I have been best friends since 7th grade (we are both juniors in college now) and just started dating. It is hands down the best relationship I have ever had. But the sex sucks.
Sometimes it's because I'm in a dark mental place and arousal is the last thing on my mind. And sometimes...my reasons are maybe less sympathetic.
Porn stars, Playboy Bunnies, cam girls, feminist bloggers, feminist men and feminist women, we asked them all: What is good sex?
Wyoming came in last place. Sad. They're going to have to live with this stigma until like a month from now when everybody forgets this list existed.
Personally, I'm single because I recently had to breakup with dairy and can't get over a man called cheese.
I have incurred a gnarly cut on my lip via a midnight bathroom run in the dark gone terribly awry. I've also been hit on more in the last five days than in the preceding six months.
Crazy and a little awkward, but also very true.