Showing posts with label Giving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Giving. Show all posts

Sunday, December 29, 2013

How to Orgasm From Giving a Blowjob

Joanna Van Vleck loves giving blow jobs. Not in the way that some ladies claim to love it just to get high-fives from the guys. Not even because it makes her feel sexy to give a man pleasure. The 30-year-old president of One Taste, a company dedicated to teaching women “orgasmic meditation” (or "OM"), gives BJs because they feel good — to her. Like, actually physically pleasurable. 

THIS IS A WOMAN WHO EXISTS IN THE WORLD.

Before you hate her for setting up yet more unrealistic sexual expectations for women, know that she wants to teach us her ways. And her new “oral sex for her” (no, she doesn’t mean cunnilingus, really) video is explicit. Could she possibly be onto something? For the good of all womankind — but mostly myself — I set to find out. 

Little did I know that our one-on-one BJ lesson would take place in a busy San Francisco coffee shop. Not that Van Vleck minded. She seemed oblivious to the middle-aged man sitting next to us, visibly straining to execute a poker face, and the young waiter inexplicably sorting through a pile of cutlery at a neighboring table (for all his subtlety, he might as well have dramatically unfolded a newspaper and peered over the top at us). Oh, the irony: Learning how to give blow jobs for my pleasure — in front of an audience of leering men.

Luckily, I wasn’t distracted for long, because Van Vleck is a mesmerizing presence. There are her eyes — she has the most magnificently excellent eyelashes you will ever see, I swear — but more importantly, there’s her confidence. You see it in her direct, open gaze and explosive, unselfconscious laugh. As they say at One Taste, she’s a “turned on” woman — a lady who is in touch with her sexuality. She didn’t need to break out in “When Harry Met Sally”-style orgasmic operatics; I already felt like telling our waiter, “I’ll have what she’s having.” 

She wasn't always this way, she says. Just three years ago she was giving blow jobs because she thought "this is what good girlfriends do." After she started practicing "OM" — in which women are, ahem, digitally stroked to erotic bliss by a "meditation" partner — she opened up to the possibility that performing oral sex could actually be pleasurable for her, too. So, she started experimenting.

“It’s your responsibility as a woman to start to get to know what feels good to your body,” Van Vleck told me. There’s only one way to do that: explore. “You have to get into the mindset that you’re going to see what happens and not care what he thinks,” she said. The first time she tried this with a blow job, Van Vleck set a timer for ten minutes, just to take the pressure off. “I specifically told the guy, ‘I’m gonna do this as a research project,’” she said.

She walked me through her inner dialogue while doing this kind of exercise: “What feels good on my lips? What makes my mouth water? I’ll put my hand around it and go, ‘Can I feel his heartbeat?’ I run my tongue along it, did it feel good? I put just the head of it in my mouth, does it feel good in my mouth?” Smell him, pet him, lick him, take a light nibble, maybe even rub your face on it. Get so, so weird. This is all about trying out different sensations all the while paying close attention to how your body reacts, she said, which requires going very slow. See what you can learn — and when the timer goes off, it’s over, dude (sorry not sorry).

The point isn’t to turn him on. In fact, she says a boner is not necessary for this exercise. “For most women, you feel like a failure if his cock is soft,” said Van Vleck, and I nervously eyed the guy sitting next to us, who had clearly perked up at the c-word. “We think, ‘Something’s wrong with me, he must not find me attractive.’” Well, it’s time to get over that. “I actually don’t care if he likes it or not,” she said. “But the crazy thing that happens when you make that switch is that he likes it ten times more.” Everybody wins!

Prioritizing your comfort also might mean avoiding the typical kneel-and-worship approach to blow jobs. “One of the hard things about being on your knees is there’s only so long that that’s comfortable,” says Van Vleck. Her solution? Both of you lie on your sides facing each other, but with your face level with his junk. “It’s like spooning!” exclaimed Van Vleck — only, you know, with a penis in your face.

Once you start actually enjoying blow jobs, Van Vleck suggested moving on to the piece de resistance of her oral technique: deep-throating. (Gulp.) In her instructional video, Van Vleck takes her partner so deep that she begins shaking uncontrollably, tears stream down her face and snot drips out of her nose. “It isn’t pretty,” she said, but Van Vleck describes it as “one of the most pleasurable, blissful things” she’s ever experienced. I was not convinced.

They key, she says, is to take it slow. When he hits your gag reflex, “your body will convulse and the immediate impulse is to push him away,” she said. “Instead, do the exact opposite.” Hold him right where he is, without any movement, and breathe through your nose, she explained. The point, still, is not to make him feel good; Van Vleck says there is “nothing more electric or saturating” for a woman to experience sexually. “The true definition of orgasm is that your body goes into the involuntary,” she told me.

Allow me to voice my strong-standing skepticism: I’m no Lovelace and my epiglottis is not, nor will it ever be, a secret clit. Regardless, I headed home determined to put Van Vleck’s tips to the test.

“The point isn’t to turn you on,” I explained as I sat my husband down and set a 10 minute timer. “You don’t even have to get a boner.” He instantly replied: “That just gave me a boner.” (I’m gonna call that a success?) I gave him the “it’s an experiment” disclaimer at least ten times before we began and, even still, I had to stop in the middle of rubbing him along my nose to say, “OK, but really, this is an experiment.” I was still in the mindset of needing to be “good” at giving a blow job, instead of experimenting with what could feel good to me. I pushed through that feeling — or rather, I licked and nuzzled my way past it.

Giving Van Vleck’s favorite position a try, I felt like a baby curled up to a bottle — not the most arousing sensation. But after a couple minutes, I started to appreciate the supreme couch-potato comfort of this position. There was no rush to the end. I took my own sweet time and he most certainly did not object. Better yet, I was starting to have fun myself. I checked in with my body. Warmth? Check. Tingles? Yep. Wetness? Hell yeah. 

Encouraged by my progress, I decided to jump ahead. Before long, I was gagging, my body tensing up. “Aw, baby,” he said. “You don’t have to—“ he started, but I stopped him with my next determined headlong dive into his crotch. It definitely wasn’t orgasmically pleasurable for me, and he seemed more concerned than anything, but I will admit to a tiny thrill at being so physically vulnerable with him.

All considered, I wouldn’t recommend cramming your fist down your throat to get yourself off, but Van Vleck’s pointers did have a positive impact. They gave me the freedom to focus on my own pleasure and let go of the desire to perform for him. And — timer be damned — what followed my experiment was one of the hottest romps we’ve ever had. It just goes to show: Make yourself feel good and he’ll be right there with you. The End. And Deep Throat to you all.

Photo Credit: One Taste


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Saturday, August 31, 2013

Kate Middleton Looks Ridiculously Amazing One Month After Giving Birth

Yes, it's hardly news that Kate Middleton is absurdly gorgeous, and that even at her very-most-pregnant she never looked like she gained that much weight, and her recently-revealed family portraits with William and His Royal Highness Prince George Alexander Louis of Cambridge (I love saying that full name) showed off that she was looking fantastic, but even so. Even so!

Today marked the Duchess of Cambridge's first official appearance since giving birth just over a month ago, and she looks absolutely phenomenal. Slim! Trim! She's wearing black skinny jeans, for God's sake! With a forest green tailored Ralph Lauren blazer! She looks like a runway model! And it's been one month. Only one.

Sigh. I guess there's a reason that some people are royalty and the rest of us are mere mortals. Just look at the ladies in the background of this photo and their expressions. If you could assign a speech bubble to the brunette on the left, it would say, "I hate her so much because she's so pretty but I also love her because she's Kate Middleton. What does she eat? I'm literally obsessed with her." (Or something to that effect. I'm not psychic.)

Anyway, the two were in Holyhead, Wales, kicking off the Ring O'Fire Anglesey Coastal Ultra Marathon, and I don't know exactly what that is but it sounds pretty cool, and the tabloids are reporting that "the pounds are just falling off" her figure, so take solace in the fact that Kate Middleton's life is still really amazing and perfect. The End.

Photos via Getty Images

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Thursday, May 9, 2013

Spanx Billionaire Sara Blakely Is The Youngest Woman To Join Giving Pledge

Korin Miller
Korin is the site director for Cosmopolitan.com. She loves uncovering cool new research and learning more about what makes guys tick. Outside the Cosmo office, you can find her running with her dog, trying to convince friends to go to karaoke bars, and watching as much reality TV as humanly possible. Hit her up on Twitter: @korinmiller
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Elisa Benson is the senior editor of social media for @Cosmopolitan?so, yes, she tweets about sex for a living. Elisa grew up in Ohio, attended Colgate University, and wrote love and relationship advice for Seventeen before graduating to Cosmo. She lives for girly things (weddings and eyelash extensions and Pretty Little Liars?) and frequently tweets about all of the above: @elisabenson.
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Friday, April 5, 2013

Gossip: The Good, The Bad, and Why You Should Consider Giving It Up

Women like to talk.

We like to talk about shows, shoes, and celebrities. With our mothers, significant others and to one another. And, if we're being honest, about each other.

I read a statistic from a couple of years ago that the normal woman spends five hours a day gossiping. Five hours. That's 300 minutes, or approximately one-third of the average woman's time that she's awake during the day. And that's about 76 days a year.

For the past three and a half years, I spent, on average, about ten hours a day gossiping. But not about my peers' boyfriends, clothes, or Facebook profiles. I was a professional gossip columnist. A paid keeper of secrets who revealed them by a daily deadline.

Because of this, in my free time, I wanted little to do with actual gossip. I didn't care about who Sally So-and-So from high school was now shacking up with, even if it was her boss, because I had just spent all day trying to track down whether Celebrity A was dating Celebrity B (also something, honestly, I didn't care that much about. I fell into gossip reporting because, while at 15 I may have wanted to be Martha Gellhorn, at 24 I just wanted a byline. And a paycheck.)

I also didn't want to spend my two free hours of the week over dinner hearing about what my friends' thoughts were on our pals Jack and Jill's dysfunctional relationship, and how stupid Jill was, because I had to write enough about messed-up celebrity romances on a daily basis. Let them all call Dr. Drew if they needed some analysis. I just wanted another martini.

What I took from this, though, wasn't that I sat on a horse higher than all my peers because I didn't want to join in a good old fashioned gossip fest. I am far from a saint (just ask the bevy of Hollywood A-listers who probably have taken a hit out on me for airing their dirty laundry to the nation).

Gossip can be good, when innocent. It can be bonding and create a connection between two people that may not have existed otherwise. I have seen friendships formed based on little more than women discovering they both hated the same outfit on someone, detest their own thighs, or that story that starts out: "...this is so embarrassing, but..."

Women revel in putting trust in their girlfriends, or even their girlfriends' girlfriends, and if they can't bitch to their pals about their boyfriend/boss/mother-in-law, who else are they going to turn to? Women gossip because they're bored. They gossip because they are honestly curious and are looking for further information. But it isn't always so innocent.

Gossip can also be malicious. It can be the destroyer of careers, the deceitful assassin of reputations. It has a snowball effect where even the person who created it often is unable to rein it back in. Do I need to remind anyone of how Lindsay Lohan, as Cady Heron, almost got Tina-Fey-as-Ms.Norbury fired in Mean Girls? The words drug pusher will never be the same. Samantha Jones had to make her own sex video in SATC to counter-act salon gossip that her boyfriend was gay.

One water cooler rumor gone wrong, and years of hard work can go down a rabbit hole never to return, with little explanation why. And that's the sad part. Since women are more prone to gossip than men, we're often the ones doing it to each other.

Women often gossip out of envy, hurt, confusion, and feelings they believe to be hatred. They gossip to block each other's shine.

"Did you hear about the girl who is now dating your ex-boyfriend?" a friend of mine asked me recently, excited for the conversation that would ensue, looking to latch on to my self-proclaimed viscous streak.

"No, and I don't want to," I lied, trying to convince her and myself that I had no interest in gossiping about the unfamiliar woman.

Try it next time. And, hopefully, pretty soon it will be the truth.

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