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Fellatio in the District

Fellatio in the District

How One D.C. Native Learned Tips and Tricks Just in TIme for V-Day



written by
Pietrina Melone
When it comes to giving head, I’m no vegetable.

I go at it with gusto, determination and (from what I hear) I’m pretty damn good even when my object of attention is ... a vegetable.

A big, green zucchini, to be precise.

Having slid the slippery Trojan Elexa condom onto the firm, phallic piece of produce with my mouth, I let my lips glide overtop the shaft of squash, moving my tongue in circles, occasionally gazing up but trying not to get distracted by the 13 other women in the room giving head to salad accoutrements.

Those flicks, licks and seductive looks were just the first of many tricks I learned at my “Fellatio” class for women sponsored by Moxie In The City www.moxieinthecity.net), a New York-based company that offers sex, dating and related recreational courses to urbanites in more than a dozen U.S. cities, including Washington, D.C.

In a two-hour, titillating lecture-and-demonstration class, my self-described “Sexplorer” and instructor Jamye Waxman rattled off more tips and information about giving head than we could have ever hoped to have learned just going at it solo.

If you’re a guy with a girlfriend or a girl looking to brush up on BJ techniques, you’re in luck: more sex shops, sex workers and independent companies like Moxie are offering once-taboo sex-related classes in the district than ever before. What’s shocking is that such classes – from burlesque performer Kitty Victorian’s “How To Strip For Your Lover” to Moxie’s “Fellatio” — are selling out like upscale wine-tasting seminars.

Yes, We Stare at The Washington Monument ...
But D.C. girls are still (for the most part) more conservative than ladies of other cities. Sexually and socially. Consider the daily machinations of suit-and-tie-adorned Capitol Hill culture, not to mention the lack of sex shops on par with New York’s Babeland, catering almost exclusively to female clientele (yes, I’ve been inside The Pleasure Place, but it doesn’t even come close to Babeland). Lots of us District babies are raised by parents who work for the government. Suburbanites-turned-city dwellers spent childhoods watching mom and dad scurry off serious Congressional hearings, adorned in equally serious suits. We’re bred to fantasize about Ann Taylor Loft shopping sprees. Plus, the Mason-Dixon Line’s just around the corner.

So I was a bit surprised when Moxie founder Christan Marashio (a woman) told me that ever since she took the big gamble and started offering fellatio classes in D.C. six months ago, women can’t get enough.

“The response has been better,” said Marashio, “because there was such an unmet need. Because of the atmosphere of D.C. itself, the conservative nature of D.C., they feel they can’t express sexuality the way the women in New York can.”

“If you gag, he thinks he’s too big for your mouth – it’s a turn on” (and other lessons learned)
From the zip of a man’s fly to the teasing, licking and shoving it down my throat, I’ve had a penchant for blow jobs years before setting foot into fellatio class.

Still, Waxman, a Playgirl columnist who possesses a master’s degree in sex education, shares my belief that the key to being a good lover centers on being open to learning and trying new things.

Though technically, the “three keys to a blow job are warmth, moisture and pressure,” the most important aspect of the act is passion. You must sincerely love it – and that’s something that’s harder to fake than a female orgasm.

All of the women in my class came with a mission to improve and go beyond the up-and-down motion that causes jawlock, but few raised their hands to profess their adoration of the act.

A man’s body, explained Waxman, is chock full of sensations — from his perineum to his prostate to the inside of his thighs. By appreciating every ounce of sexual flesh beyond the 4,000 nerve endings in his penis, you’ll enjoy giving head a lot more. But first, remember two things: cover your teeth completely (your upper lip covers the upper teeth; your lower lip or your tongue can cover your lower teeth).

Waxman demonstrated at least 15 techniques on her eight-inch dildo (the average man is 5.5 inches), nearly all of which utilized both hand and mouth motions in various combinations. My favorites included the corkscrew (wrapping a fist around the shaft and stroking it upwards, then twisting the wrist when it reaches the end), doing shallow head bobs that alternate with the intermittent deep throatings, and languidly licking the back of his member slowly while staring into his eyes.

The most ingenious of the tips? Wear a pearl necklace to dinner, then take it off in the bedroom and “wrap it around his cock and tug a little.”

A good sexual lubricant makes execution easier, explained Waxman as she whipped out the little plastic packets in our class goodie bags. Though Waxman passed around a number of sticky, slippery, smooth and somewhere-in-between goos, my favorite (and hers, coincidentally), is a brand called Pjur Eros, a silky, Silicone-based lube so smooth you can shave your legs with it. At $13 for 100 milliliters, the stuff’s a little pricey, but it kicks KY Jelly to the curb.

Trying It Out After Class
I left Waxman’s class armed with a new arsenal of fellatio skills and I couldn’t wait to put my mouth to the test. But despite my newfound confidence, two distinct concerns remained: First and foremost, how do I guarantee I’ll close the deal, confidently bringing him to climax every time?

Secondly, why isn’t there a cunnilingus class for men?
The overwhelming response — “There should be!” — came from at least five lady friends. This, plus my own unfortunate history of experience, has led me to believe that many women aren’t getting the oral attention they need to achieve the heightened pleasure that culminates in real, full-fledged orgasm. But this is partially our fault. We read books like “The Rules” that urge us to just smile and sit pretty for Mr. Prince Charming in lieu of communicating our own sexual needs.

Waxman and Marashio agreed that most men won’t go to a class called “Cunnilingus for Men.” They did try, though.
“We used to do a cunnilingus class for men,” Marashio told me. “The response was okay, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as the fellatio class. Unless we charged $70 a class we wouldn’t make any money.”
The fellatio class will only set a lady back $40.

After much searching, I only found one class with a lesson plan that included cunnilingus tactics, called “How to Please Your Woman” and hosted by Babeland in New York. I just might take it.

“A lot of women aren’t really sure what works for them,” said Marashio. “Only 30 percent of women actually climax during intercourse – it’s much harder for a woman to climax. A guy can come very easily. It’s easier for a guy to know what they want.”

Perturbed about the notion that couple sex still predominantly revolves around the man’s genitals and ego, I posted a longer version of the “why isn’t there a cunnilingus class” question to the Moxieinthecity.net message board. One response stood out from the rest: “Showing up is a tacit admission that a guy doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

Waxman suggested I give my next suitor a copy of Ian Kerner’s bestseller “She Comes First,” (www.shecomesfirst.com), in which the schooled sex therapist goes into the nitty gritty of pleasing a woman.

It’s probably a good sign that when I went to my local Barnes & Noble to pick up a copy, they were sold out (though there were a couple of copies of the sequel, “He Comes Next,” available). So I e-mailed Kerner and asked him why men are so resistant to such classes. Sure enough, he agreed with the blogger guy.

“Generally I think men are more ashamed and shy when it comes to seeking sexual advice and information,” Kerner said in an e-mail message. “Guys are supposed to be the experts, right, so why go to a class which is potentially embarrassing and basically makes the statement that you don’t know what you’re doing?”

So while I continue my search for a beau upon which to practice my newly obtained fellatio techniques (hey, I’m still a D.C. girl at heart), my next mission is to learn some communication skills so I can clearly and effectively tell him what I need to get off, too.

And I’ll never, ever look at a zucchini quite the same way again.

Pietrina Melone was born and raised in the Washington, D.C. suburbs. She recently relocated to New York, where she writes about sex, love and other issues on a freelance basis.
Publication: DC On Tap Magazine
Website: http://www.ontaponline.com/view_article.php?article_id=10534
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