ConTuesday! Won’t hurt ‘em.
I think most people keep secrets from their partners. Not all, mind, but a solid majority. It doesn’t have to be a deep, dark secret. It can be something benign and trivial that’s kept back to avoid hurt feelings or drama or unnecessary complication. Does that weaken the relationship? Depending on the severity of the potential revelation, sometimes not at all; sometimes only if the secret gets revealed in a non-anonymous context. So! Have a peek inside some other people’s relationships! Or possibly yours…
I wrote in before about not being able to get my partner off with blowjobs. I found a happy medium! I still can’t get him off that way, but he makes the most wonderful sounds and thrashing spasms if I go down on him after sex.
Wait a minute… this isn’t a secret you’re keeping from your partner, is it? This is a celebratory confession! I have to say, you guys, I love celebratory confessions. They make me wanna give all sorts of cyber high-fives.
I get turned on when other women hit on my boyfriend. Which is reasonably often, cuz he’s a sexxay guy. I wish that he got turned on when guys hit on me, which also happens reasonably often, but he just gets insecure.
Clearly someone should be hitting on both of you at the same time. Trust me. This is the optimal solution.
Every time I have sex I use the same fantasy to get off. I’m throwing a dinner party for my husband’s boss in hopes of helping him get a promotion. I go into the kitchen to check on dinner. My husband (or so I assume) comes up behind me and lifts my short red sequined dress up to my waist. He then bends me over the kitchen island and pulls my black lace thong to the side and begins to fuck me. About half way through I hear my husband, who is in the dining room, ask if we need any help in the kitchen. I realize that it’s not my husband fucking me, but his boss! It feels so good that I just go with it! The boss tells my husband we’re coming (cumming)…..and we DO.
I totally get this. I was just reminded yesterday after a dream full of high adventure and flirting with my ex Edwin’s old roommate that I had quite a lot of fantasies about him when Edwin and I were together. There’s an unconfirmed rumor that I was tempted to spring that little gem on Edwin at one particularly horrid point after we broke up, but I opted for the moral victory by being nice instead.
I just took your fun fantasy to a dark place, now didn’t I!?
I want my significant other to fuck me. Why won’t she? I’m very, VERY specific about times and needs. Is this what I’ve signed up for the rest of my life?
There’s this theory (I think I made it up) that if a partner refuses to accommodate, or at very least consider, your requested fantasy early on (minus a “getting comfortable together” grace period) it is very likely never going to happen. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe relationships get an experimental second wind. I hope for your sake they do.
Another theory of mine is that if your partner doesn’t accommodate your safe, reasonable sexual needs, then that partner should either be willing to negotiate ways to let you pursue those needs further afield, or be willing to let you move on. But only you can decide if getting fucked is a sexual need or something less urgent.
I am a married woman, mother of multiple children, straight-identifying but, I kissed a girl and, yes, I liked it.
Notice that this isn’t necessarily a secret from this woman’s partner, but Quizzical Pussy does take her liberties. Anyway, every girl I’ve kissed so far is a wonderful kisser. I think there might be such a thing as beginner’s luck, but I’m secretly hoping that we women hold the keys to the kissing kingdom.
Now it’s your turn to fess up to something you’ve been hiding from your lovah. Or from anyone else. Secrets go here.
These are great secrets… I particularly like the boss fantasy, haha.
Just out of curiosity, why did “anal” get tagged for this post? Was that what you wanted from Edwin’s roommate? For what it’s worth, I totally approve ove your moral victory, for not having voiced your fantasy to Edwin. Further proof to me that, while kinky and even perhaps dirty, you’re not at all mean. Did you ever know that you’re my hero[ine]?
@G Great question. If you hadn’t asked that it may never have occurred to me that I was completely assuming that the fourth confession was from a heterosexual male who wanted to be pegged by his female significant other. I’ve talked to several men over the years who were in this precise situation and they used very similar wording, so I didn’t even consider how much I was reading into it. But with so many other circumstances that could give rise to that confession, I was completely baseless in assuming that’s what was going on there.
So the “anal” tag here apparently stands for the fact that I’m sometimes a huge asshole.
Nope. I just want her to enjoy a bit of old-fashioned sex with me, here. My specific times and needs are: “much more often than once every couple of months.” Oh, sometimes we’ll have two or three times a month. But the kind of man who reads (and now has posted on, I guess) a sex blog is a bit more interested in sex than THAT. Aw, hell– isn’t everyone else, too? Dammit. Something has to give, and I don’t like that direction.