My boyfriend and I are in our
mid-20s, love each other, and live together. We have good sex once a
week. I’m a girl with a low libido. But my sweet boyfriend needs more.
Every once in a while, he brings up the fact that he’d like to have
more sex. This conversation always goes the same way: He tells me, I
start crying, he feels terrible for making me cry, we both wind up
feeling like shit.
I’m pretty sure that the solution is for me
to jump my sexy boyfriend more often. But I don’t know how. I know I
have an inner vixen buried somewhere inside me. I would appreciate any
suggestions you have.
Wanna Want More
If you’ve been to the doc and ruled out a
hormonal imbalance, WWM, and made sure that whatever birth-control
method you’re using isn’t decimating your libido, your...
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If you’ve been to the doc and ruled out a
hormonal imbalance, WWM, and made sure that whatever birth-control
method you’re using isn’t decimating your libido, your best bet is to
accept that this is the way you work for now—you may surprise
yourself when you hit your sexual peak—and find some middle
ground.
Let’s say your boyfriend wants it four times
a week, and you can only “get into it” once a week. I’m not going to
tell you that it’s as simple as splitting the difference—have sex
twice a week! everybody loses!—because that advice, which is
standard for couples in your situation, is fucking useless. Inevitably,
sex falls back to the frequency preferred by the person with the lower
libido—the boyfriend loses!—but having been promised more
sex, the higher-libido partner’s resentment spikes, there are more
tearful talks, and the relationship ends.
Here’s what you should do instead: You
commit to great sex at least once a week. He deals. But you also commit
to making sure your boyfriend is thoroughly milked—with your
cheerful assistance—three times a week. You commit to being his
full-blown sex partner once a week and his life-size, ambulatory
masturbatory aide at least three times a week.
How would that work? Well, let’s say you’re
not up for sex on Wednesday because you had sex last Sunday. But he’s
horny. So you plop your twat down on his face and let him eat you out
while he beats off. It’ll take 10 minutes. Then let’s say he’s horny
again on Friday, but you’re just not feeling it. So you treat him to a
handjob while you rub your tits in his face. Another 10 minutes. And
let’s say he wakes up horny on Saturday morning. So you sit on the edge
of the bed, have him kneel between your open legs, and pull his face
into your crotch while you tell him how thoroughly you’re going to fuck
the shit out of him tomorrow, on Sunday, when you’re finally horny
again.
As a special bonus, WWM, you may find that
once the pressure is off—once you’re not expected to have or want
sex but only expected to help out your horny boyfriend—your
libido occasionally kicks in and you’re inspired to jump him. Or not.
Either way, you’re having great sex at least once a week, and he sees
you making a sincere effort to keep his balls drained and him happy.
Everybody wins.
I am a single professional gal
who likes to party. This weekend, I went out with a group. One of the
guys, who I liked as a friend but was not attracted to, was at first
cordial. But he became aggressive on the dance floor. He kept grabbing
me by the hips and pulling me closer. He seemed to think my proper
response was to start humping his leg. Is there some unspoken
understanding that I am unaware of that grinding on a guy’s leg on the
dance floor does not mean that a girl is interested in him? Is this
just the way people dance now? If so, am I a prude for not wanting to
rub my genitals on a guy I have no interest in? If not, then I need
help with what to say if this happens again!
Grind It Someplace Else
One of two things was going on, GISE: For
fear of seeming unfriendly, you sent signals that Dancer Boy innocently
mistook for mild interest, and he attempted to get things started, as
the kids used to say, on the dance floor; or, Dancer Boy knew you
weren’t interested but sensed that you, like many young women, were
socialized to be polite and deferential to men and the POS knowingly
manipulated you into a situation that made you feel uncomfortable.
The next time someone touches you on the
dance floor in a way that makes you uncomfortable, GISE, here’s what
you do: no smiles, no dancing away, no polite attempts to deflect his
attention. Stop dancing, make eye contact, shake your head slowly back
and forth, and clearly mouth the word “NO.” Then go back to dancing in
whatever manner and in whatever space and with whatever partner you
choose. And if the same guy attempts to pull you onto his ass after
you’ve given him the stop-stand-stare “NO,” GISE, do all women
everywhere a favor and kick him in the nuts.
I am a 27-year-old hetero
female. My new boyfriend is 24 and kinky. Before I met him, I
had never been bound or spanked or had any kind of sex that was not
“vanilla.” I have enjoyed everything we have done and I trust him. Now
he wants anal sex. He has what I think is an average dick—based
on the three others I’ve seen—but I’m afraid that it will be
painful. Am I a big baby?
Another Needing Anal
Lessons
I order you to start having anal sex with
your boyfriend immediately, ANAL. Tons of anal—but without
letting your boyfriend’s cock come anywhere near your ass, ‘kay?
In other words: yes to anal, no to dick.
Think tongues, lubed-up fingers, very small toys, and smooth, clean
vibrators used non-insertively (which is fancy sex-advice talk for “lay
the vibrator on your asshole, don’t shove it the fuck in”). If you find
that you enjoy other kinds of anal sex—and you will—your
boyfriend’s dick may start to look like a shiny new toy, or an enticing
upgrade, and not the intimidating asshammer that it appears to be
now.
But for this to work, your boyfriend has to
swear on a stack of Jack Morin’s Anal and Pleasure & Healths that
he will pleasure your ass, and get you off, without attempting to rush
you or pressure you into dick-in-ass buttfucking until you decide
you’re ready.
Per your column last week:
When a man puts his balls in someone’s ass, it’s referred to as
“putting the dog in the bathtub,” because it’s so hard to
accomplish.
Kevin
It might amuse me, Kevin, if so many readers
weren’t absolutely furious about the advice I gave the woman freaked
out by her partner’s request to stuff his balls in her. You can read
their outraged letters—and my feeble attempts to respond here.
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