ConTuesday! Temptation, frustration
Hey, there! It being Tuesday and all, what do you say we take a look at some internet confessions? That seems like it could be pretty sweet.
There’s this guy. We work together. He’s a nice guy but because I’m very shy and socially awkward, we never talk. A couple of weeks ago I noticed his body. I have known him for several months and yet it was one of those moments I never believed in. When you look at someone and suddenly realise… ”sweet!”.
He’s not my type. He’s the opposite of every guy I’ve ever (wanted to) shag(ged). And I don’t notice him the same way. I don’t want to jump him. It’s not the same feeling.
Instead, I want to kiss. I want to lie somewhere and kiss. Him. And talk. Nothing else. The thought of having sex with him doesn’t do it for me. And believe me, I’ve tried, just to make it a little less weird.
Just thinking these things, of how I want to kiss him, of how I definitely want there to be strawberries and cream involved (random, huh?), it feels dirty. Far more dirty than thinking about shagging that really hot guy who works a couple of desks down. And more intense. I want to kiss this guy more than I want to shag that really hot guy. Even if there are no orgasm involved.
Strange.
I have a theory that sexual orientation is much, much more complicated and gloriously varied than most people have the time or inclination to think about. This would be an example.
I hope you get a chance to make out. I hear that office holiday parties are good for hook-ups, so if that’s not just TV and movies making shit up like they do, you have a little time to screw your courage to the snogging place.
I like to play with myself after good p in v sex. Because really, what’s better than orgasms than more orgasms? There’s something awesome about getting another while he’s in the kitchen pouring our next drink, and I’m in the living room continuing the fun.
I can find absolutely no flaw in your logic here.
My wife asked me to fuck her.
In our pool.
In the backyard.
Outdoors.
At 4 p.m.
In full view of the neighbors.
Neither of us came, but it was enthralling nonetheless. She did, however, follow it up with jerking me off in the shower. Then later that night she jerked me off while massaging my asshole. The next morning I made her scream like a pot star while licking her clit. It was a GREAT weekend.
This sounds hot. I’m clean distracted, though, trying to decide whether I should assumptively correct “pot star” to “porn star”, or if it’s possible that the former is a real thing and I should get with the times. Best to just leave it.
I have a drama I want to figure out on my sex blog, only I can’t, because the guy involved reads it. AIIIIIEEEEEE!
I never realized how dependent I was on the blog for my processing until I suddenly couldn’t have it.
Sometimes I wish I could just write exactly what’s going on with my love/sex life, and be completely honest, and more vulnerable, and a hell of a lot dirtier on my sex blog. But at this point way too many people I know read it, and there’s just no way. So I really feel you on this.
ConTuesday to the rescue? I hope?
I’m the girl who’s having an affair with the guy who’s 8 years younger. I guess I should say ’had’ since I haven’t seen him in 3 months. I’ve still had more sex this year with him than with my husband. Is it bad that I’m counting?
You know, there was a time when women weren’t allowed to learn math at all! So no, it’s never bad to count. But I hope that either you and your husband have caught up by now or that you don’t mind the disparity. I hate to see people feeling stuck in sexually frustrating relationships, and I hope that’s not you right now.
Now go here, everyone, and spill your sexy secrets!
@Confessor 2 – That’s hot. That’s REAL hot. But then I’m just the kind of freak that likes watching female masturbation.
@Confessor 4 – There are only a handful of people who know my secret identity and sometimes it feels like that is infinitely too many. I can certainly relate.
Hey, Q.P.? Your sexual honesty on this blog inspires me, and some others that I know. So what if people know you are you, and that the real you does/thinks/talks about/writes about these things? A: They’re probably too shy to put up their own real names themselves, and B: What’s the source of the shyness, again?
You could write a blog that was all about the ins and outs of your favorite other hobby. Let’s say it was baking. You write about recipes, and finding hard-to-find ingredients, and the techniques necessary to get your eggwhites beaten to stiff peaks, and the moistness and the aroma and texture of your cakes, and the people that you meet, and your successes and failures, and your thoughts on all of it. And people would love it (because you wrote it, and you’re nothing if not aweson), and no one would cock a brow. They would probably even comment under their real names.
YOUR passion, YOUR hobby, QP, is sex, and the parts that we can only confess anonymously.
“ConTuesday to the rescue? I hope?”
Hell, yes. Use your own tool wrought by evil genius, and bring your own confessions to light through the miracle of anonymity. Gawd knows that I do. And it’s great.
(“Aweson”?)
To No. 1:
I know what you mean. There’s a girl at work who absolutely enthralls me. Yes, occasionally, I think of having sex with her, but much more often, my dream involves taking her in my arms, looking deep into her eyes, and kissing her like they only do in the movies, or just falling asleep–and waking up–with her.
There are any number of women there I’d like to shag, but this one….wow. Pity she’s married.
Yes, G. QP IS aweson.
Ossum, too!
And I confess I’ve wondered if QP slipped a confession of her own in the mix a time or two. Actually, I can think of one time reading something really saucy and I was sort of hoping it was QP, just because it was fun to think about.
No harm in that, is there?