Why would you want to 'dry hump' your sister? Is this so you can pretend you are not doing anything sexual with her? Dry humping is not 'normal' family behavior. It more than likely is a prelude to going further sexually, thus commiting incest. With ALL the millions of females in this world, can't you find someone who is NOT related to you?
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Hello I am 15 and I was wondering how you "DRY HUMP"
"Dry humping" is slang for when two people rub their bodies together for sexual stimulation - with their clothes on. Dry humping is a form of sex play known as outercourse which is almost the same as foreplay, except that outercourse does not lead to intercourse, and foreplay usually does lead to intercourse.
Dry humping is considered a safer sex activity because no body fluids are exchanged between partners. Besides body rubbing, outercourse can also include masturbation, deep kissing, erotic massage, role playing, and sharing fantasies with a partner. Both partners can feel some pretty intense and extreme pleasure from this and be stimulated to orgasm. A little creativity and imagination are all it takes.
Even though you and your boyfriend are having outercourse - sex play that does not include vaginal intercourse - pregnancy is possible any time ejaculate (cum or pre-cum) is spilled on the vulva or inside the vagina. Therefore, pregnancy can happen if, for instance, ejaculate soaks through from his boxers into your underwear.
Outercourse includes body rubbing ("dry humping"), masturbation, deep kissing, erotic massage, oral sex play, role-playing, and sharing fantasies with a partner. Outercourse is a form of birth control. It is also a lot like foreplay. They both add to sexual excitement and pleasure. And they can both lead to orgasm. The difference is that foreplay usually leads to intercourse. Outercourse may make you feel like having intercourse. Be careful! If you are going to have intercourse, you need to use another form of birth control and protection from infection.
"Body rubbing" and "dry humping" are the most common names for outercourse. Outercourse is almost the same as foreplay, except that outercourse does not lead to intercourse. Besides body rubbing, outercourse can also include masturbation, deep kissing, erotic massage, oral sex play, role playing, and sharing fantasies with your partner. It's considered a safer sex activity because no body fluids are exchanged between the partners. It's called "dry" when people keep their clothes on; it's called wet when they don't. Both partners can feel some pretty intense and extreme pleasure from this and be stimulated to orgasm. A little creative imagination is all it takes.
You can leave your apartment in Brooklyn at 1AM on a Saturday night, ten minutes after friends call from a bar near Chelsea, and you can make it there by 1:20 on the subway, and you can still have 2.5 hours of urban nightlife left.
This is a good thing because if you've been home doing not-so-exciting things that haven't made you tired, the opportunity exists to have a complete night out after all the bars throughout the rest of the eastern time zone close their doors.
This is not a good thing, however, when one of your friends has been out drinking for many hours beforehand.
While you were wasting the night in your bedroom, reading, drinking too much orange juice, she was splitting a big bottle of champagne, then switching to Maker's Mark, smoothing the transition from one to the other with valium.
This all leads to Real World Moments induced by champagne, whisky, valium, the hour getting late, you showing up sober to find your friend reeling.
You have a beer as she sort of gelatinously pinballs around the packed bar (which is small, with mirrored walls and primary-colored flashing floor tiles).
She drops her cigarette, spills her drink, her thin bangs pasted against her forehead.
You'd once had hope for the night, and now all you see is nothing good, and after about twenty minutes, once you and your friend get her to leave, she turns to rubber.
Her legs give out, her head rolls back, smiling, saying I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, trying to put on her jacket and scarf as random do-gooder strangers approach to ask if she's ok, if she knows who you are, as though you dropped something in her drink and were involved in this terribly slow and very public process of abducting her, bothering with her jacket and scarf.
If you were actually abducting her slowly and in public, when a publicly drunken do-gooder asked about your actions, wouldn't you say, if just to confuse the interrogator, As a matter of fact, I just picked her out of the crowd and drugged her and am very slowly and very publicly dragging her off to make it look like, deep down under all those layers of drunkenness, she's more willing than she actually is?
You get her outside.
You and your friend have her hanging between you.
You're walking toward his car, her feet dragging like you rescued her from sea.
And this British guy comes out of nowhere and says, She's not well ah-toll, not ah-toll.
And you say, No, not well at awl, not at awl -- then you turn the corner up 10th Avenue and the British guy (very non-threatening in black wool car coat; lingering memory of an ascot, although probably just a plaid scarf) and his girlfriend follow after you and they come up and interrogate, making sure you know all the info on someone they know nothing at all about, asking for your drunk friend's name, and when the name is provided, asking for your drunk friend's surname, to which you respond, You're asking for her fucking surname?!?
And then in your very best diplomatic/corporate tone, you say, We appreciate your concern, but you are not helping in any way, all you're doing is slowing the process of getting this very drunk girl home.
Which is enough: they recede into shadows as you clumsily/sloppily negotiate this jelly-bodied, pill-drunk girl into your friend's backseat.
She doesn't want to go to her own apartment, says her mother is visiting.
You take girl back to your place.
Girl follows you into your room.
Girl passes out in your bed.
At one point hours later, girl (who is not your girlfriend, but not just a perfectly friendly-type friend either -- you'd been close a few times, casually, not so long ago, back when, deep into the night, you could get out of her bed and look out the downtown-facing window of her apartment on the 13th floor of a building in lower Tribeca and see under massive lights men working in the pit of what had dominated the sky for almost exactly as long as you've been alive, such a presence a few blocks away, so much so the girl said she could feel the towers as she slept, like they protected her -- first time you were there in that apartment, standing at that window amazed at the work below, girl showed you Polaroids she took from that same window, old ones from when she first moved wherein the tallest buildings around came up to the towers' knees, then girl showed you the newer shots she took right after the second plane hit) straddles your hips while you sleep on your back and commences dry humping.
You try to get her off you when this wakes you up.
You notice she's not dry humping at all.
She's actually pissed her pants, which she still wears.
But it's very late now, nearly dawn, and you're sure taking care of the dampness is no more pressing than your need to sleep.
When you wake up you notice that the blankets are damp too, but thankfully she'd been drinking so much her next-day piss-dampness on the blankets smells like water, like nothing.
The moral of the story is that it's a fine thing to help a friend who's really in need of help get to a safe haven, but never let this person sleep beside you in bed, especially if there's the least chance this person might dry hump you an hour or two before dawn.
Always opt for the couch.
And if you can remember to strategically place a few towels beneath this person's wet-making parts and gently kiss some peace into this person's forehead, all the better.
Shinjuku stretches after the tensions and tear gas. Don't get the wrong idea. The place is still nuts. The kids are punk as fuck, drunk as lords, and jacked on speed. They grope each other and dry hump in countless discos, a mass of mohawks, mascara, lace gloves, and bare chests. But the orgy, at least on this kind of scale, is only a fad. Most of the clubs will be transformed eventually into karaoke boxes. The kids will switch to Shibuya and Harajuku. More Chinese and Koreans move into the area. The noveau riche are abroad discovering the world and buying up no small amount of it. Skyscrapers and hotels spring up in Nishi-Shinjuku, gaijin come to gawk. South Shinjuku won't be bare for much longer. The empty spaces are quickly repopulated. Shinjuku opens its arms and accepts all guests, even if it never goes out if its way to welcome them. Godzilla 1985 got it right. When the big guy hit Tokyo at the end of the second act, guess where he came first?