Women usually require warming up before they’re
ready for sex, both mentally and physically.
If you want to better satisfy a woman
you need to improve your foreplay skills.
It seems men can be ready to have sex, both
mentally and physically, at the drop of a hint.
This isn’t the case with most women.
They don’t have an erection at a glimpse
of thigh. It’s up to the man to rouse her.
Don’t immediately lunge for the hot spots.
Going straight for a woman’s breasts, neck,
or other highly erogenous zones is not
a good way to kick off foreplay.
Gently rubbing her arms, stomach, legs, back, and hair
is a much better way to get her warmed up to the idea
of having sex. Going straight for a woman’s breasts
just screams desperation and selfishness.
Take your time before undressing her. Anticipation is
one of your best friends when it comes to foreplay.
Some Suggestions
1. The clitoris is right there. Yes, right there.
Not over here, not down there, not off to the side.
It doesn’t move. Try to stay focused and play with it!
2. Don”t forget the lubricant. We may feel “so wet”
to you from our own fluids, but we need to be pretty
drenched with water-based lube for easy penetration.
3. Talk dirty to me. Some women become very aroused
by their imaginations, so a little dirty talk about
what you’re going to do to us stimulates our biggest
sex organ: our brain!
4. Get it wet. If you’re going down on us,
make sure to keep your tongue wet with spit.
A dry tongue chafes down there!
5. Watch your hands. Unless we’ve expressly indicated
that we like our headlights to be tweaked, do not
pinch our nipples in the heat of the moment.
They’re very, very sensitive!
6. Sometimes a light touch is better than a strong one.
And a sweet kiss with just your lips is better than
a Labrador retriever-style kiss with your tongue.
Half an hour is the perhaps surprisingly lengthy amount
of time a man needs to woo his woman into bed.
Stage one begins with the moment he first thinks he might
like to have sex. This lasts an average of 14 minutes.
Stage two – by which time the couple have decided to have sex –
lasts about seven minutes, while they undress, empty bladders,
brush their teeth and other nervous tics all of us have.
Stage three is foreplay, lasting an average of ten
minutes before the beginning of intercourse.
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Masturbatory Fantasies
Simultaneous Masturbation
There is this view that women are somehow victims of sexting culture and not full, eager participants.
One-on-one pornography is the most concise description of sexting. Sex has always been about fantasy and reality and the sometimes ridiculous and sometimes incredibly hot experiences that mix can engender.
The most fundamental sexual organ is the brain, as my shrink often points out to me. And masturbation – which is solitary sex based on fantasy is as old as human beings’ brains.
That’s why virtual sex is not like virtual food. You can have an orgasm in your body as well as your mind without any actual “work” in a way you cannot eat or taste something virtually.
Your sexual experiences through masturbatory fantasy can be far more satisfying and intense than the actual thing.
You know, when one of you has come and the other hasn’t, when the dog jumps on the bed in the middle of it, when one of you farts or queefs, when the word “ow” occasionally surfaces.
Or when your mind wanders for a bit and your already sated spouse has to look at the ceiling for a while and think of the skim milk that needs buying, as you plug away to get it over with.
Nothing is as over-rated as bad actual sex or as under-rated as good virtual sex. And, yes, it isn’t real in the way that a loving, physical fuck-fest with a loved partner is real.
But so what? Since when is the ideal the enemy of the good? And the fact that it isn’t real – that it’s a fantasy deriving from a sexual avatar – means it’s less perilous. It’s a form of play, the kind of activity that marks intelligent beings from those with less developed frontal cortexes.
It’s play between two fantasy partners; it victimizes no-one; it transmits no diseases; it risks no pregnancy; it renders both partners radically more equal than they would be in the actual sack.
As long as it is kosher with your partner, if you have one, it is much more moral than actual adultery, precisely because it isn’t real.
Women would be the most likely to gain sexual pleasure from this without all the attendant headaches and dangers of an actual physical, real-life sexual encounter.
Men, for their part, love showing off their sexual prowess. Anthony Weiner may be a loser but he is not mentally ill. He’s a classic high testosterone male of the species, maximizing his sexual pleasure while minimizing the chances of actually having sex with someone other than his wife.
His fault was not telling his wife up-front and running for fricking mayor of New York. But single guys and women rightly see virtual sex as the best of all possible worlds if you want to get off without getting it on.
All this is is personal, interactive porn. On the web, it’s everywhere. In our national discourse, especially among those who came of age before the web, it is somehow necessarily foul and disgusting.
It isn’t. It’s just embarrassing if your sex talk and body pics end up being perused by the whole world (which is why a new sexting app can automatically cause your pics to evaporate after a fixed amount of time).
Instead of ranting about dickmanship, feminists should be cheering this avenue for female sexual liberation on. It isn’t what sex can be at its best. But it sure is victimless, non-coercive, often exciting sexual play.