You'd think that being a woman, giving oral sex to another girl would be easy. You know where all the parts are, how they work, and you've had people go down on youso it shouldn't be too hard to figure out, right? As a bisexual woman I can tell you that blow jobs are way easier than cunnilingus.
Cunnilingus can be the best thing in the whole entire world. To be fair though, vulvas and vaginas are tough to navigate. They're all different and enjoy a variety of things—sometimes simultaneously.
If you don't know me, let me give you a brief introduction: My name is Zara Barrie, and I'm a full-blast, lady-loving lesbian. I love girls as much as you guys do. It's recently come to my attention that some of you may be a little intimidated about going down on a woman
This study examines the prevalence of vaginal, oral, and anal inter-course among a population of urban, public middle school students, the characteristics of early sexual initiators, and the sequence of sexual initiation. Such data are limited for early adolescents. A total of seventh-grade students
According to recent press reports, Americans are having oral sex at alarmingly younger ages -- and with increasing nonchalance. Note: Oral sex here refers exclusively to fellatio. Oral sex precedes and often replaces sexual intercourse because it's perceived to be noncommittal, quick and safe.
Having oral sex with another woman is one of the great things about being a lesbian. Oral sex can seem intimidating for first-timers, but it's a skill that you can work on and improve over time. Regardless, no two women are the same—and each might like something a little different than the other.
For men, receiving head is the holy grail of sex acts, and it's always been that way. Hell, I'd even go as far as to say that in their minds blowjobs during sex are a given — and just one of the many perks that comes with male privilege. Who among us hasn't had a guy nudge or flat out push our head down there?
The first time I heard a mother of girls talk about the teenage oral-sex craze, I made her cry. The story she told me—about a bar mitzvah dinner dance on the North Shore of Chicago, where the girls serviced all the boys on the chartered bus from the temple to the reception hall—was so preposterous that I burst out laughing. The thought of thirteen-year-old girls in party dresses performing a sex act once considered the province of prostitutes we are talking here about the on-your-knees variety given to a series of near strangers was so ludicrous that all I could do was giggle.