Most Women Fake Orgasms because Most Men Fake Foreplay. ~ Bella Bliss

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Most women fake orgasms because most men fake foreplay. It’s supposed to be a joke, but it’s also kind of true.

I don’t remember ever having faked an orgasm in my life, honestly. For many years I just didn’t have orgasms with lovers, but somehow it never occurred to me to fake it. However, I am realizing lately how common it is for women to fake orgasms.

Quite a few of my female clients tell me they fake it because they feel so dissatisfied sexually and just want to get it over with. This happens for many different reasons related to lack of contact with their sexual energy, low libido, insecurity, lack of connection to the body, relationship issues and not enough foreplay.

Considering our global average for total sexual intercourse time of roughly four minutes, it’s safe to say that most couples don’t spend much time on foreplay. This can be an issue since, according to Tantric principles, a woman’s body needs much more time to fully awaken and reach states of ecstasy and true orgasm. I usually recommend at least 30 minutes of foreplay, preferably more.

If you don’t believe that women fake orgasms, or that there’s a remote possibility you’ve ever been with a woman who faked orgasm, see the video clip below for Meg Ryan’s spectacular and convincing fake orgasm. Ahem, so that’s settled then.

Even when they are having orgasms, many female clients I meet only experience short, superficial clitoral orgasms, leaving them feeling exhausted and depleted afterwards. Very few women experience deeper internal orgasms, or the feeling of dissolving into orgasmic bliss or expanding into ecstasy that is actually part of every woman’s sexual potential.

A friend of mine was taught in high school sex education that 90% of women cannot have internal orgasms, so she didn’t bother even trying to have anything but clitoral orgasms. My own sex education in Australia in the 90s basically consisted of putting a condom on a banana. This kind of disempowering, bogus “sex education” makes me annoyed.

Why not teach women that their body can be a wonderland of ecstatic bliss if they’ll only devote the time and energy to discovering its secrets? Why not teach men that they can have whole body non-ejaculatory orgasms? Why not teach all teenagers that sex can be sacred, profound, loving and deeply transforming when done consciously?

Most of us are never taught that there are more than 50 different kinds of female orgasm. The clitoris is just one tiny, little aspect of female sexuality. The real gold lies buried deeper in the Yoniverse (vagina)—the G-spot, the A-spot and the cervix are all important places to get to know better.

Then there’s also whole body energetic orgasm, orgasm from nipple stimulation, vaginal canal orgasms, orgasms that come from your lover kissing your labia, the list goes on. Women usually need long, slow foreplay to experience these kinds of orgasms. Men need long foreplay too, to build the sexual energy gradually so they can last longer, connect deeper to their partner and develop higher sensitivity.

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Why do we need male prostitutes?

Most men I meet nowadays express their complete refusal to relationships and commitments. And they have the right to. It’s their life and it’s their needs.

Most men I meet nowadays want to have sex. They love to fuck. That is a fact and you can’t ask for different things.

While too many girls love to fuck too I’m not one of them. Yes, I want to have sex, but not just sex. Not because of society, but because of me.

1. I can’t have sex without feelings.

2. feelings aren’t just lust.

3. I’m not talking about feelings of complete love.

4. When I like a guy I get a bit attached.

5. I don’t do open relationships. I think that’s bullshit.

So, basically, I’m a classic when it comes to love. I want to meet a nice guy, go out with him, date him, make out with him, sleep with him and just have the foundation of a healthy relationship. Is it too much to ask?

Apparently it is. Most men want me to accept the fact that they don’t want a relationship, and they can’t accept the fact that what I’m looking for is real. Most of them believe that I’m just doing what society tells me to do.

Again, it’s not about society. I’m a sensitive person and I get attached. Once I like someone I would want to be together with that person.

If I want to have casual sex I can do that. There’s nothing more easier than that. I can just go to a bar, any random bar, look for the handsomest/cutest/hottest guy, approach him, ask for casual sex, and if he’s heterosexual and available there is 95% chance of having sex with him right away. I’m a girl and I’m hot, there’s no need for more when it comes to casual sex, right?

I don’t do that. When I want to have sex, it’s not casual for me, it’s special. Sex should be special, otherwise we can all do it, anytime, any day with anyone. This is what’s happening to our world, we no longer know what love is. We lost sense of love and being special and unique. We only care about casual sex, partying, money and fun. If that what’s happening to the world, then I don’t want to part of it.

I take things seriously. And I’m pretty sure that there are some who do too still.

However. We can still have casual sex, if we want to. I can’t always be against that, even though it’s not me. (can you sense the hypocrisy in my words?)

That’s why I strongly believe that when heterosexual women want to have casual sex they should go to male prostitutes (and if they are bisexual or want to try new things then female prostitutes are also an option). That’s what I would be doing if I want to have casual sex. Just to fulfill my sexual fantasies and be satisfied in bed. After all, that’s what we want in sex. And it’s a known fact that all men know how to fuck and only few know how to please. Read this here. So, to avoid trouble and avoid that all bullshit and the drama of “He’s hot, but maybe he won’t respect me. What if I fall for him. What if he’s bad. What if…” women can simply just go to male prostitutes. Pay money and it’s all done. Respect or not, you just paid money. And you paid money, you own him and you own his moves. By paying money, his job is to serve you a good orgasm, and please you. You gave him money, respect or not, does it matter? As for the sexual preference of the prostitute, does it matter? it’s just a momentary thing.

I believe that’s healthy, and if we’re talking about equal rights, why men can go to prostitutes and women can’t? We might not have the same needs but we’re all human.

Male prostitutes are handsome, sexy, very good in bed, and they can be smart too (they chose prostitution as a career). What’s the big deal?

Anyway, it’s just an opinion. After all, I’m not going to do that. I don’t have casual sex. Maybe I’ll just be a pimp.

What do I know?

So, I opened this blog around 3 years ago, and back then I had no idea what I’m talking about. I was in my early twenties and I thought about sex as I saw it, not as I knew it. I wrote anything that occurred to my mind, I had no idea that my mind wasn’t aware of what’s going on.

I wrote and rambled as much as I wanted, because for me, writing is better than holding thoughts within. I like writing and letting go of thought pressure. I know this doesn’t sound logical, but I wrote about sex without knowing much about it. I was young, inexperienced and ready for adventures.

At some point, a man came to me and asked me if I can write in a sex magazine. At that point I had no idea what to do. I thought to myself, what should I write about, they’re all probably so experienced that I will just make a fool out of myself. I contributed to the magazine and I can’t tell if I did a good job back then, but I wrote what I felt, what I knew and what I wanted.

After a while I was encouraged by the same man who asked me to contribute in the sex magazine to start my own magazine/site/blog about sex, and there I had to be frank with him that I didn’t have enough experience to actually talk about sex like he thought I should. He said that doesn’t matter, as long as what I say is honest and comes fro my own self and experience, and besides, why should one be experienced to talk about a certain field? He said that a virgin can have as much to say as a prostitute – and that worked fine.

I’m still not a professional, and after all these years of more experience, discussions, and ramblings, I can write anything.

It has been a year and a half since I opened Kiss Kaleidos, and even though it’s not as popular or as successful, I feel proud of myself that I opened it anyway.

 

Subjects and objects

It has been a while since I last posted anything here, and for that I apologize.

I would like to share this video, today, even though it has been on the internet for several months. It is a call for taking action, for actual women liberation.

In every single society in the world men are sexual subjects and women are always and forever sexual objects. You can argue you with me on that, but take a look around you and check for yourself. Things will never change because men (most men) will never stop seeing girls as objects. Objectifying women is natural for men, and I don’t suppose there is a possibility for a change? or I can be wrong.

 

They want me

I know for a fact that many men (not most, but many) want to sleep with me. That is a fact I know and surely it took me a while to deal with it.

A lot of men I meet want to have a piece me of, a piece of my body, and yet I know that none of them want a piece of my heart. Why is that? why men would never really like me for who I am, but like me for what I look like?

They all want a piece of me, they all want to sleep with me.

Oh yeah! they fantasize a lot.

They think they can please me, because they have this need to be inside me, but not really inside me. How is that even possible?

They want me. They want to have a great piece of me.

They see me walking, they look. They stare, because I’m walking for them, not for me. I’m modelling, not clothes, but my body.

They all want a piece of that.

Don’t date an Arab Girl

Originally posted on THAQAFA MAGAZINE:

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Don’t date an Arab girl

She is harder to convince and more complex to understand

than the ones on the big screen that have convinced you of her delicate and timid nature

She is not oppressed, like those caricatures on the news

Her long, flowing hair has not grown dark and strong to guide your eyes to

Her curved figure, which exists not to twirl into shapes

so that she many enchant you to the beat of the Debke. The Arab girl is born

with a fire in her belly and has inherited the strength of her foremothers.

Don’t date an Arab girl for she carries the Middle East on her shoulders

Every war and every invasion pushes her to tears she fights back to replace

with a brave face for her brothers and sisters; starving, homeless and grieving.

Don’t date an Arab girl, she inspires revolutions with her passion…

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2013 in review

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