6 Reasons You NEED To Have Sex On A Daily Basis

Get your blood pumping.

As if you needed any more incentive to be having sex, there are actually a myriad of health benefits you gain when you regularly engage in physical intimacy with a partner.

Of course, orgasms are great and playing with a partner is always fun, but when you routinely jump in the sack to release sexual energy, your mental, emotional, and physical well-being get a much-needed boost.

Here are 6 major benefits of sex:

1. It fortifies the immune system.

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When you're having sex on a regular basis, your body naturally produces more Immunoglobulin A, an antibody that plays a vital role in the immune system's functionality. This means your body has a better chance to fight off sickness, which is perfect come flu season. Build up those antibodies by having sex.

2. It improves emotional health.

Sex, by nature, is extremely intimate and physical. This means that you don't need to be having sex with a significant other to create an emotional connection with another person.

Love is something that often grows from sex, but it's not required to share that closeness with someone. Physical intimacy floods the brain with feel-good hormones, immediately shifting your perception of reality in a positive way.

3. You can learn to have multiple orgasms.

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While most people think that only women are capable of achieving multiple orgasms, men can learn to do it as well. The Kinsey Institute reports that about 20 percent of men and 14 percent of women have the ability to orgasm multiple times. Are you part of the lucky bunch that gets off several times?

4. It works your body physically.

Exercise has been the clear answer to getting in shape and being healthy for decades now. It can be difficult to get motivated to go to the gym, but motivation to have sex usually comes naturally.

When you have sex, you typically build up your cardiovascular stamina, as well as muscles in the back, legs, hips, and abdominals. Shed a few extra pounds and improve balance by regularly having sex.

5. Practice makes perfect.

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Just as with most anything in life, practicing sex on a routine basis helps you get better at it. For men, this can mean lasting longer, which, in turn, helps women achieve their orgasm.

For women, it can often mean learning how to orgasm faster or easier. Whatever your specific benefit is, two people working at sex every day will naturally become better at it.

6. It helps keep you young.

Dr. David Weeks surveyed 3,500 people and discovered that everyone reported sex as being the "most intense kind of pleasure." He also found that sex stimulates the production of certain chemicals in the body. Routine, loving sex was seen as the second most important factor when it came to retaining youth, just behind physical and mental activity.

Here's What Happens When You Give 12 Artists Vibrators To Transform

The art world is all, ehm, abuzz.

Vibrators aren't exactly known for being high art. 

Sex toys are capable of getting you off in minutes flat, sure. But the idea of them also doubling as something you'd pay top dollar to look at appreciatively while stroking your chin in a museum or gallery in addition to giving you FIRE orgasms seems a bit far-fetched to me. 

Not so for the fine people at Motorbunny. 

What's a Motorbunny? I'm so glad you asked. 

Motorbunny is a vibrator and dildo for men and women. It's basically a teeny, tiny bucking bronco of a sex toy repurposed for your orgasm needs.

Want an orgasm like no other? Hop on top of a Motorbunny and let its powerful engine drive you all the way to pleasure country. 

Or at least, so I have been told. Much though I might wish otherwise I haven't had the chance to try the Motorbunny or any other Sybian vibrator for that matter. 

It's hard to find the dollars not to mention the space required to make one of these massive sex toys your own. 

Motorbunny doesn't seem content to stop their work at giving people rock 'em sock 'em orgasms (lol, made myself chortle). 

That's why they invited artists to use their vibrators to create innovative works of art that have nothing (or everything) to do with sex. 

You heard me right: the company is encouraging vibrator art. 

“We invited 12 artists to share their vision and imagination, and they created truly inspiring works of art that show a whole new side of Motorbunny. We encourage our customers to experiment, and we hope this project reminds them that the opportunities for sexually creative experiences are limitless when you ‘hop on’ a Motorbunny," says brand consultant Craig Mewbourne.

I've got to admit, some of the photographs of these art projects were, well, rather haunting. It's cool that they found a new way to get publicity for their product and that they are helping new artists get the exposure they need, as a starving artist myself that's something I can fully support. 

That said, there are some things I just don't ever want to think about when I'm masturbating, and Barbie dolls and scary monsters with sharp teeth are definitely two of those things. 

I mean, I'll be real. I love my Hitachi magic wand, but that's because it's an excellent vibrator. 

I don't need it to be anything more than that. 

Frankly, if I walked into a museum and a bunch of artists had done different projects featuring said Magic Wand, I'd be despondent.

"What a waste of a good sex toy!" I can hear myself proclaiming before they remove me from the premises. 

I'm all about subverting the norm and talking about sex loud and proud but dude, let a vibrator be a vibrator. 

About The Time I Had Lesbian Sex With A Dildo And A Woman Named Kitten

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I wanted her to make me come with her body.

I brought the dildo, just in case, but I left it in my bag, telling her I wanted her to use what she had to bring me as close as possible.

I told her, “I know you can make me come. I have faith. I might change my mind [about the dildo] though, but I am a woman, and that is my prerogative.”

I’d also told her that I wanted to make her come. I wanted to feel her thighs tighten against my head, blocking out the sound, as I made her come with my tongue.

I love the way she tastes, and I always thought it was silly how authors of sex stories describe a woman tasting like fruit or flowers.

Kitten is salty, and almost like a peach, kind of tangy, but much sweeter when I go deeper. I was worried I’d hate the way she tasted, but I really love it, which probably stems from my love of giving orgasms in the first place.

It was late afternoon when we got back to her apartment, not leaving us with much time. As we fell into bed and into the usual rhythms, she beat me to the punch, slipping her hand down the front of my work pants and rubbing circles around my clit.

I get so wet, so easy for her, sometimes I feel embarrassed by it.

She dipped down for some more lubrication and came back up, teasing me with light pressure, her fingers flickering back and forth over my hyper-sensitive nub.

Every time she dipped down, my hips rose — I wanted so badly for her to slip her fingers inside of me, but she didn’t, instead flickering back up to nudge me ever higher up the hill.

I kept getting close. So very close. My whole body tensed up and my breaths came shorter, quicker, but I could never get over the edge. I’d scrabble at the cliff’s end only to slide back down the mountain. It was starting to drive me crazy.

“I think,” I panted between breaths, pausing a few times as she would sometimes touch a particularly delicious spot, “I think… I want to use my prerogative…”

“Oh?” she said softly, her fingers unrelenting.

I disentangled myself from her. It wasn’t easy — she kept rubbing me and making me squirm, making me groan and making me not want to get up at all. But my dildo was in my bag, and my bag was in the living room.

I hurried up, making a pit stop in the bathroom to run it under hot water both to rinse it off and to warm it up. She was waiting for me, laying on her back in bed.

After I handed it to her and crawled back into bed, she met me with those kisses that I simply cannot get enough of. She held it at her hips and I straddled her, my hand guiding the tip of the silicone vibrator between my lower lips. I was soaking, hot still from our warm-up, but the cock is too big for me and it took a moment for it to start sliding inside.

Kitten is impatient — I felt her pushing it up into me, which forced my whole body forward. I let her.

I know I make noises, especially at the initial penetration. That feeling of stretching, the total consciousness of something inside me and feeling every inch, every ridge.

Kitten says I growl. Ark says I purr. But no matter what you call them, they’re noises of pleasure. Indulgence. I’m not always vocal, but when something feels so very good, I can’t help myself.

My fingers clutched at the edge of the bed, at her pillow, her hair. I was getting hot. My thighs slid farther apart, my back arching. Kitten was pushing into me harder, faster.

“Slower,” I urged her. “Longer, deeper strokes.”

She complied instantly and I felt the difference. I moaned, letting the sex move me. I was kissing her, licking her throat. The dildo was nudging my G-spot as it slid in.

I wanted to grind against her — I wanted so bad for it to be a cock on a harness, so I could feel her hands on my hips, my tits. I wanted her to pull my hair and grab my ass. I wanted to rub my clit against her on the down stroke or I wanted her to rub it. Though I could feel my climax building, I couldn’t help but think about the extra intensity I’d get from clitoral contact.

I didn’t have long to miss it, though. My orgasm crashed over me. My whole body tensed, my head curling down, my thighs squeezing her hips between them. It rolled through me starting with an explosion in my loins, shooting up my spine and curling my fingers, my feet, my toes.

Suddenly, my muscles released, and I shook with the waves of the climax.

My own voice rose in my ears, gasping and crying out in perfect harmony with my pleasure. I was filled with happiness not just because I was coming, but because I was coming for her.

It’s almost as sweet as getting her off.