quizzical pussy

The more life experience I rack up and the more people I interact with, the more kinds of chemistry I discover. They’re distinct but often interconnected, and it’s easy to get greedy with them: sexual chemistry, energetic chemistry, intellectual, romantic, social, artistic, kinky, and clacking sticks together chemistry. Textual, comedic, cuddle chemistry. Indomitable as the periodic table, and significantly less predictable.

Last night I had sex, and then afterwards … the only way I can describe it is that my brain kept coming even after my body had stopped. All I could do was lie there twitching and thinking:

”Oh my god – so good – oh god – yesss”

For a good two or three minutes. You know that almost transcendent bliss you can get when you’re being fucked juuuuust right? Like that, except the physical sex part was over.

IT. WAS. AWESOME. I hope I can replicate it next time. You know, for science.

Science needs more data on transcendent bliss and sex, if you ask me.

I’ve been cursed with some sort of awful recurring infection of the lady parts. I’ve been to the doctor and had it treated, but it keeps coming back. The itching and swelling make it impossible for me to so much as masturbate, and needless to say I’m having to pass on sex way more than I’d ever like to. It’s really affecting my whole life because I just don’t feel like myself without this important part of my mind/body in order. I don’t know if this really counts as a confession, but it’s a frustrated complaint I can’t lodge to just anyone. Wish me luck.

This has got to be amazingly frustrating. I hope it gets better. Chemistry is very important to lady parts, and it can be a very delicate balance. Best of luck, truly.

I’ve started sleeping with my best friend, I’m only really attracted to him when I’m drunk but everyone says we should be in a relationship and it’s driving me crazy! I don’t want to go out with him, I just want to have sex with him when I feel like it and still be best friends, is that too much to ask??

As a non-drinker, I really don’t understand the magical alchemy of drink to make people want to bone each other.

And in my opinion, what you honestly want is never too much to ask for, though you might not get it.

My roommate has the smelliest vagina ever.

I don’t have a problem with normal vag smells. I have ladyparts! I like ladyparts! I have been up close and personal with many ladyparts!

But holy shit, her vag. It is like a combination of fresh tuna and rotting garbage, and it is PUNGENT. The second she takes off her pants, you can smell it all through the apartment. Even when she’s not home, her room reeks of it and the smell comes rolling into the living room. It is awful.

I know she’s been to the doctor and everything’s okay, so I have no idea what’s causing it. I want to say something, but I can’t think of a way to say, ”YOUR ROOMMATES ARE CHOKING ON YOUR PUSSY FUMES” without sounding cruel or body-shaming.

So I’m venting here and burning scented candles, because that smell has taste, texture, and practically colour.

Back to ladyparts and chemistry! See, you guys? If she’s fine physically, maybe you have the most epic pheromone clash in history. Although I know it’s impossible, whatever you do DO NOT BREED!!!

I just recently read about estim. The concept is at first scary, and now entices me. I’ve had PT in the past, in which I had electronic stimulation to muscles of my knee and to my back. It felt like a disconnected person was twitching those muscles for me. Apparently, this can be done by connecting the electrodes to the glans and the base of the penis. For especially strong reactions, some put an electrode in the urethra, and another in the anus (or is it the rectum, up there?) against the prostate.

I mentioned this to my wife, just by way of something to talk about. She suggested that I get an estim rig. I’m embarrassed that I’m interested. I would like to talk to someone who’s done it before before trying it. But I would die of shame to discuss it with anyone.

I gather that I could get a connection for her that she would enjoy, too. Anyone have any input? Caveats? Experiments? Is it worth it? QP, have you tried it? Would you, and report back?

My personal experience with erotic electrostimulation is with the Violet wand and the TENS unit. The former is one of my very, very favorite things to play with. It kisses your skin with what feels like captured and refined chemistry. The TENS unit is kind of less interesting to me, and feels a lot like a disconnected person twitching your muscles for you. These are very harmless and cool and okay, maybe a little geeky things to get excited about. Don’t be embarrassed! Accept that electricity is a fun toy!

I submitted before – not sure if it’s been published – about starting anxiety medication again because my sex life, and more accurately, my relationship, were affected so badly by my anxiety disorders.

A few months later I can report that after a year of trying different medications, and a year of giving up, I have now finally magically found a medication that works for me, and my sex life, my relationship, and all the rest of my life are so much easier I am horrified at how I let myself suffer before.

Moral of the story: Sex is way, way better when it doesn’t cause panic attacks.

Massive happiness for you! Medication chemistry is a seriously important one for some of us.

I had a perfect fling. It was unmessy emotionally, and exuberant, and bright and wild, and sweaty and nasty and taboo and chock-full of ferocious fucking. Waking up groggy on a Friday morning in an unmade bed, sprawled on his chest, only to fuck more as his housemates pretended not to notice.

Except…He may also have given me an STD. And yet I can’t blame him? Or feel angry at him? And he is leaving, likely I will never see him again, and I feel this strange sense of loss that I can’t tell if it’s my ego (I don’t think either of us was drunk enough or motivated enough to fuck for one last time when I came to say goodbye, but still, he didn’t beg me to come to his place for one last go!) or if it’s natural regret that it came to an end (honestly, it was the perfect length and I can’t see it going any further in any way) or something else entirely. You’d think that an infection scare would sour me or make me reevaluate, but I’m having trouble holding the two thoughts in my head. It’s like a Jekyll and Hyde are living in my head, I can only deal with one set of emotions at once. Why can’t it be simple? Failing that, why can’t my emotions be less fragile when they really shouldn’t be bruised? I would settle for sensible reactions, not this mystifying fondness.

I think you’re being pretty sensible. It is really okay to be okay with this. Diseases aren’t personal, and if you can give him the benefit of the doubt that he wasn’t deceiving you about this one, what is the point of resenting him? Sure, a lot of people would, but isn’t that a byproduct of the sex-negativity we’re scrupulously taught? Do we get angry with a person who gives us a cold?

I mean, maybe we do. I don’t really think it makes sense, though.

Confess!

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