ConWednesday! Sometimes it’s ConWednesday…
Okay, so I understand that ConTuesday sounds a lot better than ConWednesday, but this is what’s going on right now. I hope you can dig it.
Old friend/ new partner confessed a sex fantasy to me about controlling me via verbal commands in public that I was a little uncomfortable with at first because of *baggage*. But, we’ve established our relationship from the start as one of open communication & non-judgment (about sex & other stuff), and in talking about what made it scary for me, I was able to separate the baggage from the proposed act and am now really excited to try it! I love my relationship!!!
Seriously, you two get massive points for communication and intent to non-judge, and basically I think you’re incredible and I hope you have so much fun!
I am a big girl. Like, 270 lbs big. I’ve always been a big girl, but never quite this big before.
What I find interesting is that, at a time when society tells me that I should be ashamed of my gross fat body (and I do have thoughts like that sometimes) and that no one could find me attractive – I am having more sex than I have in years. And I am getting hit on like no one’s business.
Seriously – there are 4 men and two couples that are actively pursuing me at the moment. It blows my mind sometimes, but it is doing wonders for my ability to shut down my negative self talk and see myself as others do – as a sexy, sexual, beautiful woman.
All the searingly hot sex doesn’t hurt either. ;)
Well damn, girl. I’m just glad you have so many people in your life who appreciate your obvious hotness because sometimes I worry about people, but nope, looks like they’re good!
Good news? You posted my secret, yay! Bad news? It was the second one here and the appointment did not go well. Apparently Wellbutrin’s only licensed for smoking cessation in the UK, so nope nope nope, and I have been through all the others so basically, go home, take your doom meds and STFU. Have you guessed what happened next? If you picked a) I went cold turkey off fifteen years of top strength antidepressants, you were correct! And yeah, I know that’s a pretty stupid thing to do but I just could not take one more doctors appointment. So I have some great friends keeping a close eye on me and lots to look forward to, which hopefully negates the immediate suicide risk.
But you know what’s worth it? Orgasms. Like, minimal effort, not cresting and then struggling for an hour and giving up but actually ‘hey this is nice, this is working, I’m going to come, no really,’ BAM. Not feeling awkward when things that you know WOULD turn you on don’t and that feeling really grates. Feeling comfortable cuddling with people who can be more than friends because if it progresses, not only will I not have to make excuses or explain the whole “it’s not you, it’s meds” thing but it might ACTUALLY be enjoyable. It’s been a fortnight. I’m tearful, paranoid, jangly and brain-zapping all over the place but I’m alive, and it feels like I mean that in more senses than I would have done a month ago. I am going to be okay.
I wish I could offer actual hugs over the internet (totally only if wanted, of course). I’m glad your sex life is in a good place, and I hope your mental health life falls into one as well. It sounds like you have a great support system, but I really hope I hear from you again soon just so I know you’re okay.
Also, it bothers me that you’d apparently have to take up smoking to get to try the medication you want. Really a lot.
My boyfriend is so fucking hot. I’ve had sex with three other people before him, long-term relationships with two of them. Those guys were all super good-looking and I was attracted to them, but I’m realizing now that I haven’t REALLY felt that powerful, overwhelming kind of attraction that makes people do crazy shit until now. I haven’t done anything crazy, but I get it now. I’m just happily fucking my boyfriend as often as I can and masturbating to thoughts of him when he’s not around. He’s so into me too, and he tells me amazing things about myself and our chemistry that make me so goddamn wet, in addition to feeling totally desired. It’s great.
But it’s also really scary, because I feel like I can’t entirely trust my own emotions anymore. I think I might be falling in love with him, and I’m scared. He’s a wonderful person, and us being in love would be incredible. But I don’t want to confuse lust for love, and I’m afraid he won’t fall in love with me. He’s worthy of my love and I’m worthy of his… but I think it’s too soon to be thinking about this, and I’m becoming way too vulnerable.
I cannot wait to fuck him tomorrow, though. When he kisses me, he wraps his arms around me so tight I feel like I might break, and it is so hot I can’t think. I want to be wrapped up in him and overwhelmed. Even if I get my heart broken somewhere down the line, this will all be worth it.
Feeling discomfited by falling in love is so normal that there’s a word for it: limerence. But the good news is it’s normal and it passes, and you’re quite obviously having some of the best sex ever and all signs point to “this is only going to get better”, so ::internet high five::.
Publish or delete, I think you’re damn sexy. You, wonderingamazeful person behind this site, in case of any left-over ambiguity.
Roses are smelly
The thought of you above my belly
Drives me insane
Publishing this because you know what? It’s adorable and made my day. Sometimes it’s nice to learn that someone thinks you’re sexy.
When I was a teenager, I played around with my friends. We didn’t have any labels. We just did what felt right with the people we liked/felt comfortable with. When I went to college, playing around with friends became something wrong and generally frowned upon. Because of that I’ve been celibate for almost five years with moments of uninspired/lackluster sex.
I’ve also been paranoid to the point of denying myself and my friends almost any type of physical closeness. And when a friend does try to initiate anything more than a simple hug, I get nervous and freeze up. I really miss being able to exchange affections with friends and having someone to play with. I just feel like I don’t know how to relax anymore. And what’s worse is that I’m terrified to talk to anybody about it because I’m afraid of what they will say or how they will treat me after.
Damn, college kind of did a number on you, sounds like. I’ve had great success having sex with friends, and I’ve also slightly fucked up a friendship or three that way. Either way, if it’s consensual and everyone is more or less adult about it, there’s certainly nothing wrong with it!
I am a teacher and I regularly have gold stars on hand from giving them out to students. One day I had just had awesome sex with my partner, with whom sex is generally awesome, and I decided to give him a gold star for every orgasm I had. Pretty quickly I came up with the idea of an orgasm achievement chart – a competition to see who could fill up a whole grid of stars first, with prizes for finishing the chart. It was an excellent idea! We are each on our second chart now. The sex just keeps being amazing and now we have a playful competition for getting each other off. This is the first time I’ve been with someone who sees sex the same way as I do – fun! – so I am soo excited that this idea worked out so well.
You guys are too adorable. I can barely stand it. Also, I would always always always lose this game because I’ve never met anyone who gets off as quickly and easily, I don’t think. If and when I meet that person it’ll be like The Singularity of gold stars!