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Oral sex has been the go-to for those worried about becoming pregnant, for virgins who want to remain virgins but still want to, well, you know, and for people who do not believe in most forms of birth control. And oral sex can feel a lot safer than intercourse because your ever-so-sensitive genitals aren’t involved. Well, at least not directly with your partner’s. But it is still quite possible to transmit and contract STDs through oral sex, so it shouldn’t be something you feel completely safe doing with new partner’s, whose sexual history you just don’t know. Here are five STDs commonly transmitted through oral sex.
This Is What Happens When A Man Literally Sucks The First Layer Of Skin Off Your Labia During Oral Sex
When most of us think about the risks of oral sex it starts and stops with STDs, but sex injuries aren’t only limited to actual intercourse.
In an article on Cosmo, a woman detailed a horrific vulva injury she endured when an overeager ex she hooked up with on a random night essentially sucked the life out of her vagina. Here’s how it went down.
On a Saturday afternoon almost three weeks ago, I found myself lying on a medical table with my legs spread wide open in stirrups. My labia were completely black, and so swollen and in so much pain that I couldn’t even touch them or see my vagina. I got there because a guy went down on me.
I’d found my ex at a bar the night before and decided to walk back to my place with him. We hooked up. During the oral sex part of our drunken hookup, I noticed I was in some pain but didn’t really care too much. I just told him to slow down or ease up. I hadn’t had to tell him that before, but it’d been a while since we hooked up and there was all this built-up tension — I think that’s why he was being so aggressive.
We tried to have sex after that, but I couldn’t do it because my vulva hurt and I couldn’t even get his penis near my vaginal opening. When I went to put my pants back on to walk back to the bar, I noticed my labia were a bit larger than usual but thought it was nothing — maybe I was just still turned on or something — and we walked back together.
The woman said when she went home that night she knew her labia felt swollen but she assumed she’d be fine in the morning. Things actually got worse when she woke up and saw that “my entire labia area was completely black — it was so swollen I didn’t know where I was peeing from or where my vagina was. I couldn’t wear underwear or sit right or drive. I had to walk with my legs super far apart. When I peed, it burned, and when I walked, it felt like little needles were poking me.”
After going to a walk-in clinic and dealing with the shock from a nurse, a physician’s assistant, and a doctor that this type of reaction happened from having oral sex, the ob-gyn explained what happened from a medical standpoint:
Basically, this guy sucked my labia so hard that all the capillaries in one of the most sensitive areas of my body broke. Not only that, but he literally sucked the first layer of skin off my inner labia — I hadn’t been able to see it myself, but the ob-gyn told me there was bleeding in my inner labia and it looked like really bad rug burn. None of the doctors had seen anything like this before, except for, like, little girls who hurt themselves on their bike seats or get straddle injuries.
So what’s the remedy for an injury like this? According to the woman:
The ob-gyn prescribed pain killers and told me to ice it and not wear any tight clothes. I bought, like, five pairs of sweatpants and wore those for a week, and spent the weekend icing my labia in 20-minute intervals. I waddled around campus all week — it was five days before I could walk normally — and when people asked what was wrong, I just told them I pulled my groin during a workout.
Other than being scarred from oral sex, the woman said it took about a full week for the swelling to go down and three weeks later she’s now completely healed, at least physically.
As told to Veronica Wells
When I went away to school, I’d always be surprised to look at Facebook and see that everyone who I went to high school with, had found themselves in relationships with other people we went to high school with. I guess, it’s really not that much of a leap. In my hometown the pool is small. And if you never left, then your options are both familiar and limited. But they also make for good stories for the grandkids. “We’ve known each other since we were 14 years old.” or “I use tuh couldn’t stand your grandfather when we were kids.”
When I lost my job, I moved back in with my parents until I could get on my feet. And, among other things, I swore that I was not going to take that same path. I knew all of the men there and I knew what they did and didn’t have to offer.
But you know what they say, “Never say never.” After six months of a social life that included me trying to crash my parents’ date nights, I realized I needed to do something differently. So, I decided to accept my best friend’s offer/challenge to go out.
It was at one of these outings that I remembered that there was one hometown boy who I absolutely wouldn’t mind getting reacquainted with. Daryl.
Daryl, who was built even when we were teenagers, was a year older than me. Though I’d heard his name over and over and seen him around, we didn’t actually speak to one another until my junior year of high school, when he was a senior. We just so happened to be taking an elective journalism class together where I finally got the chance to put a personality to the legend that people made him out to be. The class was second semester. So, while we flirted a little bit and even went out once or twice in a group date, before either one of us could do anything about it, Daryl was graduating and leaving for college.
I can’t say I actively thought about him much over the past ten years but seeing him while I was out with my friends, I remembered how I used to have a thang for him. Emboldened by the alcohol, I approached Daryl that evening and it wasn’t long before we started dating. Things were going pretty well. While he was still fine as ever, he’d lost that “popular senior guy” appeal. And there were times when it seemed like he was yearning to get it back.
“You know I was a wild boy back in the day…” Usually, that would be the extent of the story. He’d raise his eyebrows knowingly and I’d smile awkwardly. I really didn’t need to know the extent of his hoe-ism.
One day though, his walk down memory lane got a little too personal.
“You know I used to be out here…ask your girls, they know,” he chuckled to himself afterward, shaking his head at his teenaged recklessness.
My girls?! What was he talking about? I was all ready to just dismiss this comment like all the other ones but I had to know.
“What do you mean my girls?”
“Your girls…the ones you came to the club with a couple of months back… Brixton and Robin.”
“How would they know?”
You might think that a man might feel a way about telling you something intimate and potentially embarrassing about himself and your friends, but Daryl relayed the story nonchalantly, like he was giving me the weather.
“Yeah a week before we graduated, all the girls were trying to…I don’t know be a part of the festivities, you know, celebrate the moment. We were at a house party and your girls lead me and a couple of my friends to the back room and we all took turns getting a little head or whatever.”
“Yeah, I remember it like it was yesterday.”
The rest of that evening with Daryl was uneventful. We didn’t end our date right then and there but we might as well have because I had completely checked out. All I could think about was calling Robin and Brixton to get to the bottom of his story.
I called Brixton first. We’d known each other longer. She knew I liked Daryl back in high school. I was hoping that Daryl had simply been confused.
When I told her what he told me, she immediately busted out laughing.
“Girl, what?! I don’t know what Daryl is talking about or who he was thinking about but that NEVER happened.”
I sighed, a bit relieved. Before I could ask her my follow up questions, Brixton abruptly changed the subject. It was strange. If someone is going to lie about something you did sexually, most women are going to be pretty upset about it. That’s not something you get over quickly. And while I played along, I knew, before I got off the phone with her, that I was going to call Robin and see what she had to say about it.
“Robin, listen girl, I have to ask you a question. It’s a bit personal. Tonight Daryl told me this crazy story about you and Brixton giving him and his teammates head back in high school. Did that really happen or is he tripping?”
I was yearning for it not to be true.
I could hear Robin sigh heavily over the phone.
“Yeah girl, we did do that. I can’t speak for Brixton but I was real lost back then, just doing whatever. I still can’t really explain what that was about or what we were even thinking really.”
I asked her one more time for clarification.
“It was you and Brixton?”
“Yeah, the summer before we graduated.”
I was shocked. None of us were nuns but I would have never imagined they would have done anything like that or that it would have been a decade before I found out about it.
“Why didn’t you tell me when I started dating Daryl?”
Robin sighed again.
“Honestly girl, it’s embarrassing. And I kind of thought Brixton would be the one to tell you, since y’all are so close. But more than that, I was hoping no one would ever speak of it again. I know I certainly try to pretend like it never happened.”
I figured that was fair. I thanked her for her honesty, told her we all made stupid decisions in high school and hung up. Once I got past the fact that the story was actually true, I remembered Brixton’s denial of the incident. I wanted to believe that she was telling the truth but she had two witnesses against her. And neither one of them had anything to gain by lying. Brixton was the only one who might have thought she could save face and our friendship by pretending it didn’t happen.
Right now, I’m not so bothered by the fact that she sucked Daryl off. It was high school. It wasn’t full on intercourse. And more than anything, it’s more sad that infuriating. (It is a bit shady that she did that, knowing that I liked him in high school.) What gets me though is the fact that she, my friend, would 1, not tell me that it happened once she saw Daryl and I had started talking again and 2, that she would lie about the whole thing, as if there weren’t people, several of them to say what really did happen.
As long as we’ve been friends, her behavior is making me question our whole friendship. What else could she or what else has she lied about?
Dear Unsatisfactory Lover,
Effective immediately, your services shall no longer be required and all previous privileges and access rights to my vajayjay have been permanently revoked. You showed such great promise, however, your complete oblivion to my dissatisfaction with your sexual performance became too much to bear. I understand that this may come to you as a shock so allow me to calm some of your fears by offering a few tidbits of advice that you can later reflect on and apply going forward in your future endeavors.
1. Stick to the Schedule
Showing up late or sticking around well past the agreed upon session time is not how this type of arrangement works. Let’s be real — we were not dating, we were not even friends, we were just f-ck buddies, so understand that I’ve got sh-t to do that doesn’t involve you for the remaining 23 hours of my day. Be punctual and consistent.
2. “Cleanliness is next to godliness”
Bathing is your friend. As a courtesy, please freshen up your musty balls, clean you finger nails, scrub your face and brush your teeth before coming over.
3. Always keep condoms on hand
Thought you could finagle your way into smashing raw? Think again! I still remember that split second look of disappointment on your face when I pulled out my own box of condoms since you’d conveniently forgotten to buy some (again). You really tried it.
4. Use your fingers (properly)
Notice how I said “fingers” (plural)? That half-hearted lone finger thing you do does nobody any favors. Even my gynecologist does a better job than you. So go ahead and shove two or three of those bad boys up there… like really get them up there and feel around for a bit.
5. Oral sex is a two-way street
It’s quite simple really:
You eat = I suck; or
You don’t eat = I leave.
Those are your options.
6. Congratulations you have a big d*ck! Now put it to good use
Big or small, you’ve still got to put in work. Having a big penis doesn’t give you license to lie on your back the whole time and watch me do all the work. Sex is a team sport.
7. No, I don’t believe that your penis accidentally found its way to my booty hole
Oh the trickery! Did you seriously think that I wouldn’t notice you trying to slide your behemoth of a penis up my butt hole? You’re not that slick. Any anal play requires a pre-consultation and assessment, after which I still reserve the right to say no. Bottom line, don’t just go for gold without asking.
8. Pay attention
Instead of worrying about how good your muscles look in the mirror or the forced porno sounds that you insist on making, put more effort into following directions and being attentive to what’s actually working. Every woman is different which means that you need to learn your new partner’s preferences.
9. Sex doesn’t end when you ejaculate if I haven’t climaxed yet
Ditto Missy Elliot when she said, “I don’t want no one-minute man.” If you’re quick to cross the finish line, might I suggest that you rub one out beforehand. If that doesn’t work, communicate and slow down the pace if need be. If that doesn’t work, refer back to #4 (use your fingers) and #5 (oral sex). Sex is meant to be mutually beneficial, so if you can’t deliver…
Good luck to you and to the next woman you have sex with.
What are some of the things that bad ex-lovers have had you endure?
A lot of you doubted whether or not we’d be able to pull this one off. Some of you even clicked on the request for responses, likely looking for tea, only to tell us how “tacky” you found this question.
Well, doubt can be a great source of fuel. And in true, “get ‘er done” fashion, we happened to collect more than enough responses to make our first “Tell Your Business Tuesday” post happen.
Truth be told, this is about providing a space where Black people feel comfortable expressing different parts of their sexuality without fear of judgment or ridicule. So in the spirit of openness…and nosiness. Check out some of the responses to our query, “Tell me what that thang tastes like.”
I’ve thought long and hard about how I was going to introduce this topic; and the only thing that keeps coming to mind is:
“I’m tryna kick it toniiiiight, so baby tell me what that thaaaang [tastes] like.”
That’s a little shout out for the former fans of BET’s “Uncut.”
So, this post is for all of our sexually liberated and open readers who wouldn’t mind keeping it real for a moment.
We stumbled across a couple of fascinating articles on Thought Catalog that asked their heterosexual male readers what their girlfriend’s vagina tastes like and their heterosexual female readers what their boyfriend’s penis tastes like.
We thought the story was particularly interesting because our staff remembers the days, back in the ’90’s when Black women swore up and down that they just didn’t do oral sex. And now that Black women are no longer denying the truth, we were wondering if y’all would be willing to share.
Be descriptive. Smell, texture etc. You can tell us about the skin, the juices, the hair… anything you like. It’s your world.
Fellas, we’re not leaving you out, we’d love to hear what you have to say as well. We know every woman is different but educate us.
Why are we asking for this?
But more seriously, we love to hear from you all, there is a lack of sexual openness among the Black community and this information can be quite valuable.
One of our staff members says that she was scared to give head for the longest time because she had a girlfriend who told her that her boyfriend’s penis tasted like rotten broccoli and his cum like sour Skittles.
She was grateful that when she finally found the courage to do it herself, with a CLEAN man, it was nothing like that.
So, if you too would like to share and dispel a couple of myths, you can do so in one of several ways:
– Right here in the comment section. (Your Disqus name will be used in the story about this topic later.)
– On Facebook underneath this post. (Your FB name will be used.)
– Anonymously through Facebook messenger
– Anonymously, through our firstname.lastname@example.org email. (The subject of the e-mail should be “What That Thang Taste Like)
Again, we’ll hide your identity so nobody has to know. #RonaldIsley
We look forward to reading your responses. 🙂
Oral sex is not for everybody. I get it. But what if you asked for it and your boyfriend tried to tell you that it was something he liked to save for “special occasions”?
In the words of Sweet Brown, “Ain’t nobody got time for that!”
But that is the dilemma of one woman who shared her unique circumstances. She stated that her boyfriend “doesn’t really do the oral sex thing with me.” He tries his hand at going downtown sometimes, and he claims that he enjoys it. But he says that it’s a “special” act that he likes to pull out for “special occasions.” She insists that he’s great at sex and a myriad of positions. Still, he rarely gets down with the licky licky unless it’s their anniversary, her birthday, or he is in a really good mood and feeling more spontaneous than usual. Either way, when she can get him to do it she’s a happy camper. But when she directly asks, and he is all “meh” about it, she gets peeved. They’ve been together for more than a year and it’s something she has put up with for a while. But homegirl is getting frustrated. She provides him with oral sex, but she can’t count on getting it from him.
Basically, homeboy is worse than August Alsina out in these streets. Instead of passing on giving oral sex altogether (not cool by the way), he is basically teasing her with it by doing it every once in a blue moon. But in all seriousness, this is a complicated situation. Of course, you never want to push someone to do anything that they’re not comfortable with trying. If they’re not feeling it and they try it anyway, chances are, you won’t find yourself satisfied (or feeling too good about yourself). And many men refuse to go downtown around the time a woman is just completing her period. So some have good reasons for opting out of providing such pleasures. But this right here? The “special occasions” card being pulled? Can’t say that it’s a good reason.
It would be one thing if he didn’t enjoy it, or there were an odor or issue that caused him to all of a sudden make it a rare occurrence. But he told her that he did like it. And yet, when she asks for it, he plays hard to get. What is really going on?
I would say that she could withhold blow jobs from him if he’s not reciprocating, but if it’s something she genuinely receives satisfaction from doing, then by all means, hop to it. However, this every now and then mess he’s pulling? It’s not going to fly. Especially since many women don’t always feel comfortable asking openly for certain pleasures in the bedroom. So knowing that she has done so, and his excuse is that it’s for “special occasions” is quite frustrating. And it’s not even my problem.
As always, these two need to have a real talk. She needs to let him know of her frustrations. Maybe he’s confused and thought it was something she didn’t always want? Maybe he said he liked doing it but really isn’t secure about his skills with his tongue? You never know, hence the need for a thorough conversation. But once he knows how she feels, things need to change, and the licky licky needs to happen quicky quicky…
But as always, that’s just my opinion. How would you deal with your man only trying to go down on you for “special occasions”? And if she tells him and he’s still not down to go downtown, what then?
There’s always the debate of who has it worse when it comes to pleasuring their partner with oral sex. Women sometimes complain about men’s hygiene, the taste and the expectation that she should swallow, whereas, men often complain about female hygiene, landing strip versus shaven hair and the taste. But I’m sure we can all agree that there’s nothing like a little foreplay to get things heated up in the bedroom–or wherever you like to play. According to the experts, 70-80 percent of women require direct clitoral stimulation to reach an orgasm. This can be very daunting for the conservative fella who thinks that getting in and off is just enough to keep her satisfied. But why not show her a little love below? Ladies, if you find yourself unsatisfied with your partner’s reluctance to give you oral sex, consider schooling him on the good, the bad and the ugly of cunnilingus while taking the proper steps to make it more enjoyable and safe for him.
You Are What You Eat
The vagina is an acidic organ that requires a healthy pH balance to remain in tip-top shape. If your partner doesn’t like the taste, consider adding and subtracting some things from your diet. Because the vagina is acidic, consider adding acidic foods such as pineapples, oranges and grapefruit to balance your pH levels. These foods will also add a bit of sweetness to the taste. Adding celery to your diet helps to reduce any bitter taste your partner might come across when he’s down there. Celery is also high in water and Vitamin C. If a smell is an issue, consider adding healthy probiotics to your diet such as yogurt to help maintain a natural body odor. Cranberries and 100 percent cranberry juice also aid in reducing odor as well as preventing urinary tract infections.
Avoiding foods such as fried and sugary foods, dairy, red meats and fish can also help keep your yoni in good shape. I know you may be thinking, “But I love __.” Well, I say everything in moderation. It is important for your partner to understand that you most likely won’t smell like a bed of roses down there, so he shouldn’t expect you to. But you should smell healthy and clean. Now tell him to man up and get to work.
Let’s be honest. There’s nothing more annoying than going down on your partner and getting a whiff of the rough day they had, or even worse, a mouth full of hair. Consider paying extra attention to personal hygiene. Poor hygiene leads to bad odors and a buildup of unpleasant residue. If 1970s bush floats your boat, by all means, do you, sista. But consider trimming loose hairs and giving your vagina hair a good deep condition. Some women prefer to leave a landing strip, and some are more comfortable with a fresh baldy. It is important to note that hair traps odor and other bacteria and dirt, so it’s okay if you have to spend a little more time in the shower to make the experience more pleasurable for you and your partner.
Playing It Safe
Too much of anything can be bad if you aren’t safe. While some may perceive oral sex as one of the safest forms of sex out there, you should also know that there are plenty of risk factors involved. The mouth can contain several microscopic cuts and bruises that can make you susceptible to STIs/STDs such as herpes, hepatitis, HPV as well as chlamydia. These infections can be passed orally. Just as encouraged with vaginal and anal sex, consider getting tested every six months or before you enter into a sexual relationship with a new partner that involves oral sex. If you find yourself uncertain of yourself or your partner, get tested first and consider using dental dams, which are a protective film placed over the vagina during oral sex.
It Takes Two To Tango
If both you and your partner find the foreplay of oral sex to be boring, try changing it up by experimenting with your moves. Positions such as doggy style, face-sitting, and spread eagle make for a better view and a pleasurable experience. Ask him to use a finger or two to add a little penetration to the fun. And if you’re feeling really adventurous, using toys and allowing him to explore what makes you squirm will make him more interested in what he’s doing. No one wants to sit and lick until their tongue is stiff, ladies, so help him help you.
The act of sex alone is a partnership. It’s give and take. So if he expects to receive and wants to hear no complaints from you about it, school him on giving.
Warning: This episode is anything but safe for work.
If you ever wanted to know how men really feel about us in bed, you will find all the answers right here. From critiques on not knowing how to stay in the moment to how — and why — they love hitting it from the back, we found out some very interesting things about Black men and their bedroom behaviors in this third episode of Ask a Black Man. There’s also the fact that fellas tend to feel more anxiety about putting it down when it comes to us as opposed to sisters on the other end of the color spectrum, if you know what we mean, despite the fact that they claim we have too many sexual hangups. Hmmmm. We don’t want to taint your opinion too much so watch and weigh in for yourself — and share with your girlfriends!
For all footage from season 2 of Ask a Black Man click here.
Music and television have always included sexual undertones and innuendos. However, Omarion’s hit song “Post To Be,” featuring Chris Brown and Jhene Aiko, and Nicki Minaj’s song “Truffle Butter,” which features Drake and Lil Wayne, take the cake!
In Omarion’s song, Jhene Aiko so beautifully sings and boasts to other women, and perhaps men, that it’s going to take a specific talent to make her give a man the time of day.
“If your dude come close to me
He gon’ want to ride off in a ghost with me (I’ll make him do it)
I might let your boy chauffeur me
But he got to eat the booty like groceries
But he gotta get rid of these hoes from me
I might have that ni**a sailing his soul for me
Ooh, that’s how it post to be
If he wants me to expose the freak”
In Nicki’s song, Drake and Lil Wayne take things a step further. Drake says, “I could probably make some step-sisters f*ck each other, Whoop! Talkin’ filets with the truffle butter,” while Wayne talks explicitly about “truffle butter on your pu**y.”
For those of you who don’t know, let me break it down for you: “Eating booty like groceries” refers to Anilingus or oral-anal sex. This is also known as tossing salad, rimming, or a rim shot.
In the case of Nicki Minaj’s song, “Truffle butter” is not referring to the gourmet butter that is created by infusing tiny pieces of truffles, a very rare and edible mushroom. Truffle butter is created when a man pulls his penis out of the anus and immediately inserts it into a woman’s vagina — without cleaning if off. During vaginal intercourse, a tan secretion is created as a result of orgasm. Secretion, or fluid, forms around the base of the penis as a result of going from anal to vaginal sex. It’s a mixture of waste, vaginal fluid, and semen. This is known as truffle butter.
I know what you’re thinking: Yuck! TMI! Right?
Well, now that you’re sitting there with a screw faced and totally grossed out, let me tell you the problem with eating booty “like groceries” and making truffle butter. Unfortunately, in our overly sexualized and under-educated society, many adolescents and even adults try to mimic the sexual behaviors that are being glamorized by music, media, and reality television. However, they do not understand all the implications and risks involved.
As I am sure you can probably imagine, there are many risks associated with anal play. For one, the anus is full of bacteria and intestinal parasites. After all, one of the essential functions of the anus is to eliminate waste. Not to mention, the lining of the anus is extremely thin, which makes it more susceptible to rips and tears during sex. This creates a portal of entry for bacteria and other diseases to go directly into the blood stream.
Additionally, the anus does not lubricate itself naturally. If you are not using a water-based or silicone-based lubricant, the lining will tear much easier, exposing the blood vessels and again creating a portal of entry for sexually transmitted infections (STIs), hepatitis, and other viral diseases.
Finally, recent studies suggest a correlation between Anilingus and oral sex, and oral and throat cancer as well as anal cancer. The correlation is linked to the transmission of genital HPV, the virus that has been implicated in most cervical cancers.
But if you insist on eating booty “like groceries” and making truffle butter, at least know how to protect yourself and lower the risk of transmission of infections. 1) Always use a latex, polyurethane, or polyisoprene condom when engaging in any anal play. 2) Never go from the anus to the vagina without washing off the penis or changing the condom. 3) Always use a dental dam for any oral-anal play. If you do not have a dental dam, you can cut a condom or a piece of plastic wrap and roll it out flat. 4) Use plenty of water-based or silicone-based lube to help reduce ripping and tearing of the lining of the anus. 5) Get to know your sex partner(s) very well. Make sure you know their HIV and STI status. Communicate and ask the right questions. Asking the right questions will also help to reduce your risk of contracting HIV or an STI.
While eating booty “like groceries” and making truffle butter, consider your risks and make an informed decision. And don’t say you haven’t been warned!
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Dr. TaMara loves nothing more than talking about sex! At the age of 13, she told her mother she wanted to be a Sex Therapist! Her passion is deeply rooted in spreading messages about healthy sexuality. Dr. TaMara is a sexologist, sex therapist, educator and motivational speaker with more than 20 years of experience speaking, writing and teaching about sexuality. She travels the country helping individuals embrace and honor their sexuality. Dr. TaMara has published numerous books and articles. She is the owner of L.I.F.E. by Dr. TaMara Griffin Live Inspired Feel Empowered LLC-LIFE. Dr. TaMara is also the Editor-in-Chief of Our Sexuality! Magazine. Our Sexuality! is the premiere magazine for women’s sexuality and sexual health. Follow her on Twitter, Facebook at LIFE by Dr. TaMara or Instagram, or her Live Inspired Feel Empowered (L.I.F.E.) blog at www.drtamaragriffin.com.