Sex on Thursday

SEX ON THURSDAY | Ménage à Trois

Delightfully overwhelming… that’s how I would describe our first time. Not that this was my first, nor was this the first time I found myself between two hot bodies sharing the most intimate parts of ourselves, but it was the first time I found myself sharing my body and my heart with two other people at the same time in the same space. It started off simple: three glasses of red wine, a brief narration of our past, and frivolous comments about our day. Walking into this first date, I didn’t know it was a “special arrangement” (obviously, I don’t read Tinder bios as meticulously as I should). I’d be lying if I said I stayed just to be polite because in reality, I was curious about this unconventional relationship, and Tara and Jack were hot.

Sex on Thursday

SEX ON THURSDAY | Your Brain on Cuddling

There’s nothing like that rush, the warm feeling all over, the euphoria. I’m hooked on Oxytocin, the cuddling drug. The love hormone. Oxytocin is the footy pajama, heart-eye emoji, Beyonce’s “Drunk In Love” hormone. It’s a hormone of bonding — between lovers, between mothers and their babies, and even between humans and dogs.

Sex on Thursday

SEX ON THURSDAY | College Life with Vulvodynia

When I was 14 years old, I was on a beach vacation on the Mexican coast when all of a sudden, I felt an all too familiar jab in my abdomen. I got my period, and in an effort to salvage the remaining days of vacation full of snorkeling and swimming, I tried using a tampon for the first time. I was hunched over in a tiny, tile bathroom, reading the Wikihow on how to use the neon plastic tube in my hand. I followed all the rules: sit down, breathe deep, push in. And instead of mild discomfort, I felt sharp pain.

Sex on Thursday

SEX ON THURSDAY | Guarding the Female Seal of Approval

I’m about one straight white man away from giving up on the male species all together. Now don’t get me wrong, I loveeeeee men, but I’m not sure how much more of this bullshit I can take. In general, the average dude just simply cannot find my clit. The biggest sex trend these days is the two pump chump — the fuck, chuck and fall asleep.  I’m fed up with texts like, “I’m sorry I’ve been distant, I got this lamp and the directions were in Chinese so it took 7 hours to put together.” If one more man tries to explain Bitcoin to me, I’m gonna lose my shit.

Sex on Thursday

SEX ON THURSDAY | Consent is My Biggest Turn-On

I had my mind set to write about non-invasive sex toys, but considering current events, it’s critical we discuss sexual consent. Even though it seems like consent is all we talk about some days, it is clearly not in our heads. We talk about sex in terms of baseball, and never has anyone mentioned consent in that analogy. When I had health class in school, we talked about STDs and protection, but never about asking permission. Consent is something I think about a lot.

Sex on Thursday

SEX ON THURSDAY | Your IUD Fairy Godmother

As a sexually active woman, it my utmost priority to practice safe sex. There are a plethora of options out there to keep yourself baby-free. Personally, I have an Intrauterine Device, more commonly known as an IUD, and not to be confused with an IED (an improvised explosive device). Many women are so fearful of IUD “horror stories” that they may as well be walking in a minefield. My one mission in life is to debunk these IUD fears.

Sex on Thursday

SEX ON THURSDAY | Relationship Status: Vibin’

 

A slight buzz lingered in my room as the morning sunshine poured into my window and a lustful moan escaped from my lips. My tan leg muscles clenched and uneven movements broke the peace under my white sheets. Seconds later, bright colors burst in my veins and shivers sparked electrically from my core to the tips of my fingers. What better way to start a Sunday morning? Much to my comfort, there was no one on the other side of the bed that Sunday.

Sex on Thursday

SEX ON THURSDAY | Strip Club Virgin? I Was Too.

Crystal tucked a wad of bills into my tiny black-lace bra. Coquettishly, she straddled my lap and pressing her body against mine, she took the money from my cleavage with her red-lipped mouth. As her teeth grazed my tits, goosebumps rose on my arms.  With a sexy wink, she snapped the money into the gold string of her thong. On each side of me, one of my male-friends sat fully erect, their brows glistening and mouths gawking. The lustful daze of their eyes suggested to me that I had just landed a future role in their dirtiest masturbation fantasies.

Sex on Thursday

SEX ON THURSDAY | Let’s Talk About Not-Sex

Life is different when you can’t have sex. Not for religious reasons. Not even for pro-abstinence reasons. Just for a I-was-born-with-a-pain-condition-and-can’t-have-sex reason. I thought my life was effectively over.