Orgasm
We wrote about our experience with orgasm. Browse the links below to read the full post.Pleasure is No Longer a Secret " It took me years to unlearn obedience — to stop making love like an apology, to stop asking permission to feel."by Raffaella di GirolamoOrgasms...
I Let the Orgasm Come to Me
I’ve always been orgasmic. My parents didn’t get the memo that I should be discouraged from touching my vulva as a child. I remember exploring my genitals as a preschooler. It felt good. When hormones brought me orgasms at puberty, I masturbated multiple times a day....
I Can Trust in Bodysex
“Bodysex is a labor of love”, I remind myself while packing my suitcase - my phone set to a live FAA airport tracker. There’s nothing like having 12 women, including myself, flying in from all over the world during a government shutdown. I felt my jaw tightening and...
My Experience with Orgasm
I’ve been orgasmic since a young age. Before I knew what was happening in my body. Luckily, I had parents who were sex positive and never shamed me for touching myself. Young kids are caught touching themselves, and for young girls, this often is their first...
The Moment I Discovered My Real Orgasm Sound
What does a real orgasm sound like? My personal story about discovering the difference between authentic pleasure sounds and what porn has taught us to expect. The Moment I Discovered My Real Orgasm Sound His head was between my legs. “That’s it. That’s the sound I’ve...
Pleasure is No Longer a Secret
I am my own religion. That didn’t come from faith; it came from exhaustion — from learning that no god was coming to protect me. I grew up in a country that confuses discipline with dignity, silence with virtue. I learned too soon what violence can do to a child’s...
Preferences
We wrote about our preferences. Browse the links below to read the full post.How My Sexual Preferences Changed in my 20's 30's, and 40's "The point isn’t to collect perfect techniques. It’s to stay curious . . .by Tosh PattersonFurious to Curious "Anger, frustration,...
My Preferences
Choosing the Discernment of Verisimilitude Over Nescience By Way of Preferences They weren’t a bad lay, but we were quite mismatched in terms of a lasting relationship. We were fucking one night a month or so into discovering this about each other and then, rather...
Bodysex is My Preference
When you devote your career to sexuality, most people want to know: what was your top sexual experience? And they think that you’re going to describe an orgy or threesome or international sex party. I’m not saying that I haven’t enjoyed those experiences; I think...
I Finally Gave Myself Permission
For many years, I didn’t even consider that I had preferences for anything. “Where do you want to go for lunch?” “Anywhere is fine with me” was always my pat response. I found a way to like – or maybe a better word is accept – most anything. I accommodated the...
My Preference is to say “No”
I have long struggled with how to say no. My sexual preferences in my 20s were loosely defined and dependent on the partners I had during that phase of my life. I would try anything once, and there was no absolute limit on what I would do if I liked a person enough....
How My Sexual Preferences Changed in My 20s, 30s and 40s
Do sexual preferences change with age? Absolutely, and mine are proof. This is how my sexual desires evolved decade by decade. Discovering My Sexual Preferences Sexual preferences aren’t fixed. I notice how mine shifted with time, partners, body changes, and life...
Furious to Curious
It starts in my face, tension, clench and contraction. Unrelenting, trapped in my eyebrows and my pursed lips. I take a deep breath and try to soften even a little. Maybe it’s left over frustration from something earlier in the day. I go back to massaging my vulva,...
Orgasms Aren’t One Way
Once safely out of the driveway, I unbuttoned my pants, grabbed the vibe from the passenger seat where I’d tossed it as I’d gotten into the car, and clicked it on. It felt good over my jeans. Driving masturbation is a delicate balance between your inner eyes settling...
The Work of Arousal: Learning to Stay with Myself
“Arousal” I hear the word and instantly I have parts of me blaring inside. These parts bounce around my mind, confused, looking for clues in the crevices of my brain, ruffling through old memories of things that were logged as turn ons at some point. It’s almost like...