Love Deficit – Sex Surplus

I’m just gonna come clean here. I have not been celibate as of late. I tried. Really I did. Yet….on my birthday I found myself in a conundrum I’ve faced a couple times in my life.

I had sex with two men on the same day. Now….I don’t care what anyone thinks about this. I truly only care what I think about it and more importantly why this keeps happening to me & I’ve come to the abject conclusion that I make “not great” decisions when it comes to men.

In this case, as was the same situation previous times, I had sex with a man I care about and wanted to have sex with and then also sex with a man who cares about me deeply and very much wanted to have with me.

Why can these not be the same man? Why is there always a disconnect? It’s like I’ve navigated the Dom & sub space all along without even knowing or understanding it. Always having one or the other and never really both in one. Which is what I crave deeply. A man that enthralls me completely and yet is loving and doting.

But nooo…I have either one loving sub at my beckon call that I usually adore but doesn’t quite make the “one and only” cut or have had a Dom who is generally a heathen and treats me arrogantly and stand-offish. A man who I can’t seem to get enough of until I get tired of his antics and my scorn flares one too many times and I turn him away for good.

What would it take to find both in one? I recently met a rather handsome Dom who wants to be “friends”. Which is all fine and well but it is usually code for “with benefits”. I suppose we’ll see. He seems to think once again that my expectations are too high and that my search may need to be Nationwide. *

I find both those suppositions laughable anyway. My expectations are not high, just my standards are. By this I mean that I will literally friend and possibly (if I so feel like it) fuck or rather almost fuck whomever strikes the mood right**. But who I will let into my heart, mind, entire body and soul must be special. They must beckon me.

Listen. It’s fine. I’m not really complaining. I’d rather be in this limbo than miserably attached to someone that’s only so-so on the Richter scale. Someone that doesn’t make my heart palpitate like crazy.

Whatever you do PLEASE do not call it the plight of the pretty girl. So used to being hit on and propositioned that I’ve become numb to it. That simply isn’t so. I am genuinely grateful for the attention and adoration I get.***I do enjoy men looking at me, flirting with me, desiring me. Do I need it? No. Does it affect my love circuitry? Maybe, but I don’t think so.

If you took a look at my sub list you’d see they are all nothing too much to look at, no Herculean attributes other than sweet, adoring and idolizing me profusely. If you took a look at my Dom list you’d see a bunch of ridiculously good-looking selfish assholes.

The problem is real. So real!! Lol. Soooo……what to do? Well. For now I’ve blown off my “Dom” for lack of a better way to address him and I’d love to get rid of my sub but…for reasons I can’t and don’t want to explain at this point that is not feasible. In his defense, he went out of his way to make sure I orgasmed; and orgasmed well at that yesterday. Sooooo…he has his merits. We’ll see how long until I get horrendously bored; as usual.

Look……I already know he just isn’t going to be cracking the code. I know myself. I know my body, my heart. He isn’t what I want. Not now, not ever…but I am letting him play.

And in my heart still waiting…….ever so patiently for my Mr. Spectacular to come banging on my hearts door.

My body may be enjoying itself here and there but will never, ever be complete without you. If you can’t believe that then you underestimate the degree to which I love.

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*because I seem to be told this a lot lately. Since when does knowing what I want constitute a problem? It isn’t an issue at all if I’m fine waiting for it and I am. So….ugghhhh…whatever.

**as seems to be the case lately. That I just have lots of fun doing exactly what I want to and don’t want to do….because I do so love to play. This normally hasn’t involved any sex.

***especially since looks seem to wither quickly for women with age and I’m just happy to still be considered hot and sexy by most men’s accounts. Truly…

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I’m realizing that this blog makes it seem like I’ve never loved non-hot guys. This is not the case at all. I just get bored easy. A person has to have a lot of personality to keep up with me. Looks or no looks….but I am a tiny bit of a sucker for a cute face and hard body. Because you’re not? But even that only carries you so far….especially in bed. 😝

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I’m feeling self conscious about this post. These are things I haven’t shared with close friends and here I am telling strangers my most intimate sex life details in surround sound. Sure it’s fun but…..worry strikes again.

My bottom line…what i think I’m trying to say is that we should all have lovers; unless that’s not your thing. Then hey….who’s forcing you? No one I hope.

That’s it!

I’m in the market for a husband right now. I’m in line for my “ride or die” guy. A lover keeps the edge off. Let’s me relax enough to enjoy the process and be myself. I see it as a win/win. I’m not sure what the other crazies are doing? I can only give you a window into my crazy. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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