ConTuesday! Sore ’til Tuesday
Hey there. So I have a bit of a problem. Not a relationship one thankfully, I’ve been with a great girl for a few months and I’m loving it. The problem is, I worry.
See, I’ve got some scars, emotional and physical (and not in places I can show the general public) that’s left me feeling really tense and jumpy when I’m touched, especially if it’s unexpected. Sex can just become awkward when girls think you have endurance when really your body’s tense with the desire to jump off and just run. But with this girl, I’m not feeling that way nearly as much. Hell, she even likes scars so that’s a perk. But seeing my body being better around her makes me worried that if something happened and my body really was just playing nicer specifically around her that I’d have to go back to the tension.
So really I think I just need someone to tell me to quit worrying and enjoy the awesome time we’re having. Or something around those lines.
Quit worrying and enjoy the awesome time you’re having together. You deserve it. Seriously.
I nicknamed my lover giggles because she giggles when she cums. It’s the cutest thing ever :-D
I love cute things!
Finally broke down a mental barrier and admitted to myself that I have an intense sexual attraction towards my best friend.
Promptly began fingering myself and fantasizing. It was DIVINE. Probably also aided by the fact that I switched back to using my right hand after a long spell with lefty.
I came somewhere around the neighborhood of twenty times, and now have wrinkly raisin fingers from all the juices!
Twenty orgasms. There is only one way to respond to twenty orgasms.
::Internet high five::
I told a guy that I’d been sexually assaulted a few months ago, and that was why I couldn’t hook up with him.
I wasn’t assaulted. I just didn’t want him standing that close to me.
I’m pissed that we live in a world where certain people will only stop being creepy if someone plays the survivor card. Whether that was true or not in this case, I’m pissed off that it’s no stretch for me to believe it was.
In general, though, I think it would be great if people wouldn’t lie about being sexually assaulted. Ever. It just gives apologists traction.
I am a bi-curious guy with a nice long-term girlfriend but for a few months now have been having penis-play fantasies. I had long ago a few tepid experiences with guys and decided to explore some more. So, I decided to try a local gay bath house for some (safe) play. I was able to have a guy’s nice balls in my mouth as I brought him off with my hands. In return he gave me a great blowjob. I will certainly be returning.
Hey, bi-curious guy. I’m glad you’re having fun and exploring your fantasies. Just in case, though, I’m going to leave a sentence about hoping your girlfriend has signed off on these bath house encounters right here, and you can pick it up at your convenience.
Here to brag and feel generally awesome for being an out poly person at my university!
I was afraid to come out at first, but my school is very accepting, and not a single person has given us a hard time about it. My girlfriend, my other girlfriend, and her boyfriend, are confusing to some, but nobody has been hateful or told us that there’s something wrong with us.
If you’re worried that people will judge, you’re probably right. They will judge. But probably not that much/that negatively. Most people probably won’t care that much, and will be perfectly happy to let you be as you are, and be somewhat confuzzled about your relationship(s).
My one wish is that people would say what they mean when they ask me, “So how does that… *pause* … work?”
This is such a happy thing to read, and I hope you experience acceptance like this post-university. I hope we all do someday.
I seem to hallucinate when I have a particularly intense orgasm (I’m the one who confessed to thinking I had seven toes once)!
During a rather good session last night, I believed that it was Christmas… not like ’ooh, this is amazing, like all my Christmases come at once’, more like I would go downstairs to see all my decorations up and a turkey in the oven… then momentarily lost my fear of spiders. For those couple of minutes, I totally accepted the horrible little abominations in all their extra-legged scuttleyness and was at peace with the idea of them being in my house or even on me. Now I’ve come back to earth, I cannot stress enough how NOT okay with that concept I am, nor how not-Christmas it is.
I often have visual hallucinations when I’m climaxing, but there’s never been a narrative, I don’t think. But I’m really quite okay with spiders even in mundane reality. All I ask of them is that they eat as many earwigs as they reasonably can.
My ex and I are friends. Legitimately friends. We only broke up because of distance (about 7 hours drive time). So when we occasionally hang out we will usually hook up.
This past weekend we had rough hotel room sex in a multitude of positions for a good 2 hours before continuing in the shower. It was amazing. While my friend doesn’t have the biggest penis I have encountered he has the best technique. It was so good we had another shower “quickie” the next morning.
I was sore and tender until Tuesday.
Sore ’til Tuesday. It’s the new American dream.