orgasmic tips for girls

What a punchy way to phrase an interesting question! I feel your bewilderment, bro. (I’m gonna guess you’re a guy.) After all, there’s no mandatory Liking Sex Makes You A Disgusting Slut class in middle school. So why do I get my messages from grown-up women saying stuff like this?

“This blog has been fantastic at helping me come to terms with my body and my sex drive, so thank you a billion times.”

“I just wanted to say thank you for everything you do. I’m a 30 year old straight female who has been afraid of her sexuality until recently. Your blog has helped.”

The simple answer is: girls tend to feel more conflicted about sex, because while guys worry about not having enough sex, girls are made to worry about not having enough and also having too much.

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Men with Micropenises Tell Us About Life with a Tiny Dick 

So it became a fetish? I really think it developed as kind of a subconscious reaction to deal with insecurities and that sort of thing. I think part of it is men want their penis to be noticed, and if one has a very small penis, one could never believe someone who was telling them it was a big dick, so the next best thing is to be small. I dated a dominatrix and I loved her to tie me up and tease me about my “baby dick,” “tiny dick,” “teenie weenie,” “useless worm.” It is an amazingly thrilling combination.

Source: Men with Micropenises Tell Us About Life with a Tiny Dick – VICE

BDSM Library – Kelly’s Wacky Backwoods Masturbation Aventure!

I figured out at a rather young age that rubbing my crotch just right felt really really good. So good in fact, that I did it basically any time I got a chance. Nap time, bed time, long car rides, recess, on the bus…basically any time I was hidden from the chest down, I had my hand in my pants. It wasn’t until I was 11 or 12 that I found out what I was doing was masturbating.Once I learned about the mechanics of sex, it got extra weird…I basically found anything that was remotely phallic shaped and put it inside me. I had my first g-spot orgasm with a bottle of body wash and once I learned the difference between that and and a clitoral one, I became even more obsessed. This was a whole new thing, not only did I feel it “down there”, but I felt it in my whole body. Once I had this revelation, I just couldn’t stop, I basically became a compulsive masturbator.

Source: BDSM Library – Kelly’s Wacky Backwoods Masturbation Aventure!

The Milking Wheel by The Technician |

Now, exactly a week after the crime, I was going to be publicly milked… and perhaps lose my manhood forever. I would be milked four times– at nine, at noon, at three, and finally at six. Between milkings, I would be subjected to electro-shock that would range from sexually stimulating to physically painful. But first I had to be mounted on the milking wheel.


Source: The Milking Wheel by The Technician |

Madame’s (Milked) Dry Bar – Fetish –

A large couch gave them a full view of the room’s very obvious main attraction, but of now, they opted to remain standing, as they circled the gagged and blindfolded boy, aged somewhere in his early 20s. As they stared quietly, they could all hear a faint buzzing.”Oh my… you have a vibrator in him too?” Marla asked. Looking at the confined boy, who was squirming ever so slightly against his restrictive bondage. His arms tied behind his back, and his chest tied to a beam behind him. His legs tied to a stool which was also secured to the beam.

Source: Madame’s (Milked) Dry Bar – Fetish –

The Gelding Blade

Male sperm was at a all-time market high of $800 a pint as 15 yr. old Betsy watched her mothers four big male bullcows from behind grunting into their milking tubes! Their big heavy dangling milk sacks jiggling and churning in rhythm to the pulsating vibration of the extractor collars around their scrotol necks held in place with thick leather straps around their hips which held the milking tubes up tight against their big discharging male teats.


I let out a light moan from my mouth. She asked in my ears if I am ready to be milked. I said yes. She told that if I am ready I have to say it by moaning just like how cows would do. I meowed like a cow thought it sounded just like moaning. She smiled, and then told “my dear cow, hear I am coming to milk you”.