Friday, April 13, 2012

The Superhot Secrets of Lesbian Sex

By: Gillian Telling

 What really happens when girls get it on and how you can learn from it.I know a lot of lesbians. Not the way you might be hoping, where we’re in a pool doing something naughty. I just happen to be friends with them. How do these friendships impact you? Think of them as an educational tool far more accurate than the “lesbian” porn on the Internet, full of straight girls fake-orgasming after 45 seconds. Fact is, most men have the wrong idea when it comes to how two women have sex. So I got the scoop on how girls really turn each other on—and how you can bring their skills into your bedroom, too.
What's the Rub?Before we get to the juicy stuff, let’s bust a myth. “The biggest misconception about lesbians is that we ‘scissor’ each other,” says Jane,* a 28-year-old photographer, “heads at opposite ends, legs in a V, vaginas smooshing together. How would that feel good?” According to Jane, the position is almost physically impossible and rarely attempted, except by Mrs. Garrison on South Park.

What definitely does happen is rubbing, or the proverbial “dry hump.” In fact, it’s a fundamental of lesbian sex. “I do intertwine my legs with my girlfriend’s,” Jane says, “but with our heads at the same end of the bed. One of us will be on top so that we can be chest to chest and able to kiss and touch, but we’ll position ourselves for maximum stimulation. She loves when I rock my pubic bone against her clit until she comes.” Adds her girlfriend, Andy: “We ride each other missionary, just like you’d do with a guy. Basically, girls can grind up against anything and get off—a knee, a hand, whatever.”


The women were quick to add that a little dry humping, even when they come, does not necessarily mean two girls have done it. If their panties stay on, most agreed, things haven’t gotten intimate enough to be considered full-on sex—a rule that junior high school kids have been using to great effect for years.


She Could Go All the Way
So what does count as sex for lesbians? For many it’s all about a trip downtown. “A girl going down on me is by far the most intense sexual encounter,” says Anita, 33. “My girlfriend and I waited a long time because it’s such a big deal. By the time she finally put her tongue on me, I wanted it so bad I came almost instantly.”


Maybe part of the reason oral sex is so important to lesbians is that it’s where they excel. “I’ve never had a girl be bad at oral,” says Kristen, a 32-year-old artist. “I guess it’s instinctual, because we’re so familiar with how the female body works.” The keys, she says, are taking your time, reading her reactions, and making sure everything’s really wet. “And when I’m touching a girl’s clitoris with my tongue,” Kristen says, “it’s soft and gentle but with just enough pressure to get her off. Some girls will even grind up into me. Then they’re more in control, and I just have to maintain consistent pressure. It’s the most satisfying way to get someone off.”


While the emphasis is always on the clit, penetration is still a factor in lesbian sex—though it’s used more sparingly than when girls and boys get together. “I love being fingered,” says Alison, 30, who’s been with guys and girls, “but not if I haven’t been properly kissed and licked first. And that’s what all my female partners are best at. Dryness is the root of all evil—though that’s true for straight sex as much as lesbian sex.”


Toy Soldiers
Naturally, any mention of penetration brings up the question of toys in the bedroom. Are strap-ons and motorized thingamajigs a staple of lesbian sex? As with you and your partners, seems it depends on the woman and the mood. “Every lesbian owns a dildo,” says Angela, a 26-year-old student. “But most of them only break out the toys here and there to spice things up.” Julie, a 30-year-old marketing manager, shares this philosophy, using porn, handcuffs, and ticklers with her partners—but not all the time, which helps to make the encounters memorable. “I wasn’t into toys until my last girlfriend brought a little vibrator into the bedroom,” she says. “She just touched it against my butt while going down on me, and I was in heaven. I came harder than I ever had. That’s when I decided to pick up some things that could take sex to a different level on those nights when I really want to get dirty.”


Vibrators, interestingly, were a more controversial topic among the girls—and maybe you can relate. “We consider ourselves experts at clitoral stimulation,” says Angela. “So it’s almost insulting if you’re doing your thing to a girl and she decides to whip one out. But everyone needs different things to get off.” Case in point: One woman’s Big O trigger is using a vibe while being fucked from behind with a strap-on. “That’s my favorite thing to do with my girlfriend when we’re getting crazy,” she says, “because I can’t come from penetration alone. I need that clit action.”


Just as you might feel insecure about a girl taking out a vibrator during sex, some girls feel threatened when their partners introduce anything penis-like. “There are a lot of emotions in sex between girls,” says Kelly, 29, a personal trainer. “We’re talking about two women. It can get annoyingly sensitive, especially if one has an arsenal of rubber penises and Hitachi magic wands.” Of course, since there are two girls involved, they’re more than happy to have a big talk about it right then and there.


Get In On the Action
So you’re not a chick with innate, intimate knowledge of the female body. That doesn’t mean you can’t adapt this info to your own relationships. And these women are happy to be your secret advisers. Their number one tip—not a surprise: It’s all about foreplay. “We run all the bases leading up to the Big O,” says Amy, a 28-year-old therapist. “No girl-on-girl action jumps straight to sex. We kiss, touch, and rub each other for a while. But the payoff is worth it. When my girlfriend gives me a shaking, full-body orgasm, I’m all about returning the favor.” 


A huge focus of all this pre-orgasm work should be the kiss. Advises Marty, a 31-year-old banker, “It’s the first step in turning a woman on. The longer I go with my tongue in my girlfriend’s mouth, on her cheeks, nibbling her, teasing her, the more revved she gets. And I never just tweak a nipple and move on down to the good stuff. My breasts are so full of nerve endings that sometimes I can come just from someone licking them.”


If you remember nothing else, says Alison, “Make sure she is wet, wet, wet. If she isn’t, don’t assume she’s not turned on. For some girls it’s not easy getting lubed up—those are the ones who need your mouth to really get them going.” Lastly, even if it’s a fantasy of yours, don’t assume all lesbians want to have sex with your girlfriend. “We can tell when the straight ones walk into a room,” says Marty. “But if your lady wants to hop the fence for a night, there are always other straight girls there she can go home with.” Just like in the lesbian porn online.

The Superhot Secrets of Lesbian Sex

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Trying to Create the Frankenstein Monster of Love

by 


A man comes across a genie who grants him any wish he wants. He thinks for a second and says, “okay, I want a woman who’s great in bed, a woman who can cook, and a woman who can clean.”


“Yes, master. And will there be anything else?”


“Yeah, and I don’t want any of them to find out about each other.”


When it comes to relationships, some people want it all. Well, here’s my story of a girl who had an unconventional strategy for getting it all….


Selma and I were friends for over ten years. During six of those, she was involved with an insanely jealous man. When she finally mustered up the courage to end the relationship, she rebounded herself onto a “,” as she liked to call him. Antonio was a purely physical relationship, and Pinocchio sex (that is, sex with no strings attached) was exactly what she needed at the time.


One night, months later, Selma and I were out with a group of friends. A few rounds of drunken flirting led to a bout of spontaneous kissing, and somehow, we ended up spending the night together….Trying to Create the Frankenstein Monster of Love i am not a role model  trans


The next day, we agreed that this wasn’t just a random hook-up and that there was definitely romantic interest there. So, I asked her out on an official date. Admittedly, I wasn’t thrilled that she’d been sleeping with some random guy for months. But, this was all before I came into the picture, so I told myself it would be okay.


And so, we went on our very . Now, I can regale you with the tales of my charm and my wit. But suffice it to say, Selma gushed at the end of the night that this was the best date she’d ever been on. Of course, her relationship experience up to this point consisted of 1) an immature high school sweetheart, 2) insane jealous boyfriend, and 3) boy toy. As far as  went, I didn’t exactly think it would take much to impress her. But, I allowed myself to bask in the satisfaction of having planned someone’s best date ever.


We talked on the phone several times over the next week, and life was all rainbows and fluffy clouds. Then, one evening….


She told me how she loved that I was romantic with her and made her laugh—always, in my experience, the preface to a heaping pile of dumpage. But—and here it came—she had shown a pattern of jumping from one guy to the next, so she wanted to slow things down and not do anything more than making out for a while.


I was okay with this, actually. (Phew, no heaping piles there.) But then, she said this:


“I’m so glad you understand. I really am excited about us, and I really think this can go somewhere. But, just to let you know, I still want to see Antonio, too.”


 stood there in dumbfounded silence for a good thirty seconds.


“Let me get this straight. You want me to take you out on dates and be romantic with you and take it slow and not get too physical too quickly. BUT, in the meantime, you’re gonna keep sleeping with another guy?”


“It’s just sex. It doesn’t mean anything. YOU’RE the one I want to be with.”


“You know, I don’t know if I’m okay with this.”


“I don’t see the problem. Why can’t we take it slow and not mess things up between us?”


“YOU CAN’T TAKE IT SLOW WITH ME WHILE YOU’RE F***ING ANOTHER GUY AT THE SAME TIME!!!!”


The title of this article is more or less what I said next (minus the expletives). She just couldn’t see why I had such a problem with her plan. She even went as far as to accuse me of being “a guy just looking to get laid.” Oh yeah, that salt really tingles when the cut is still bleeding.


Finally, I coaxed the truth out of her. After days of “discussion,” during which time I firmly stood my ground and totally got back at her by withholding all “” and “laughter” from her, I realized that she had feelings for Antonio. He was the one she actually wanted to be with. However, he simply wasn’t willing to give her anything more than . So, she convinced herself that  was what she wanted, too. In the meantime, she sought out the romance and the affection from someone else. Guess who that lucky candidate was?


Needless to say, we stopped seeing each other after that. And, as anyone could’ve guessed, things ultimately fell apart with Antonio. She wanted more, and he was unwilling to give her more. In the end, she lost both the sex and the romance.


So, I hope the moral of this particular story is clear: You can wait and hold out for the one who has it “all.” Or you can accept the one who has “most” of it. Or you may even settle for one who has only “some” of it. As long as you’re happy, no one else has a right to judge.


But, if you want it all, “all” has to encompass one person. You can’t create your own Frankenstein monster of love from several different people, with some sex from this person, some romance from this person, some intelligent conversation from this person, and some laughter and fun from yet this other person. It all has to come from the same person. The payoff for holding out can be the person of your dreams. But the price you pay for holding out is patience.


Selma didn’t have the patience. She wanted it “all.” Well, that just wasn’t acceptable. Especially for the guy who wasn’t getting “any.”


Check out Dennis’s Frankenstein Monster of Dating Advice, also called LemonVibe.


Trying to Create the Frankenstein Monster of Love

















Woman Fakes Cancer To Win A Wedding

By JIM FITZGERALD



WHITE PLAINS, N.Y. — Strangers donated the beautifully embroidered wedding dress, the two rings, the honeymoon time-share in Aruba. They acted quickly, too, because the bride was dying of cancer. Or so she said.

The state attorney general's office announced Tuesday that Jessica Vega, 25, has been indicted on charges of fraud and grand larceny for getting her "dream wedding" by falsely claiming she was dying of leukemia.

"By pretending to have a terminal illness, Vega inexcusably took advantage of the community's hearts and minds, and profited off of their generosity," said Attorney General Eric Schneiderman. "Our office will hold this individual accountable for fleecing the public through lies and deception."

Vega, formerly of Montgomery, N.Y., was arrested in Virginia on April 3, extradited to New York and arraigned Friday in Orange County Court in Goshen. She pleaded not guilty. A call to the Legal Aid firm that represented her was not immediately returned.

Among the alleged victims listed in the indictment is the Nu-Cavu restaurant in Wallkill, where the bridal reception was held and wine and appetizers worth more than $1,000 were donated. Part-owner Carmela Vitolo-Gelsomine said, "We tried to do the best we could for her. We thought she was in a situation where she needed help."

Others listed as victims are the boutique that donated the wedding dress, and a woman who volunteered to do hair and makeup for the bride and seven bridesmaids.

Schneiderman said that in 2010, Vega, then living in Montgomery, claimed she had just a few months to live and wanted a "dream wedding" to Michael O'Connell, father of her year-old daughter.

Her cause spread quickly around the mid-Hudson region, helped by a story in the Times Herald Record. The newspaper said Vega showed a reporter what she said was a doctor's letter confirming the diagnosis.

Vega also said she planned to leave letters to her daughter that the girl could open after the mother's death on such occasions as her prom or graduation.

The community was "touched by her story," the attorney general said.

Vega and O'Connell were married in May 2010. Four months later, O'Connell expressed suspicions to the newspaper, saying he believed the doctor's letter was fake. Vega said she hadn't lied.

One of the charges in the indictment says Vega was in possession of a forged document.

The couple divorced, but the Times Herald Record reported Tuesday that O'Connell said they had been living together again in Virginia and had a second child.

"She's a good mom," he said. "I want my kids to have their mother back."

If convicted of fraud or grand larceny, Vega could be sentenced 16 months to four years in prison on each of six counts.










 
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