OMG. Iā€™m wet again!

Seriously! This may be starting to be a real problem. Ok. So 3-4 times a week isn’t a huge thing but we went from never ever squirting except during direct and stimulated excitement to now this. I don’t even have to be thinking of sex.

My body is like “hey, you ready”?

and my kitty is like “please, I’m always ready”

and my body is like “now is good”

and the kitty frowns, looks around and says “now?” …

but does it anyway.

Ugghhhh. I get it body! Sex. You want sex. Never was it this physiological. Yes it felt like a need but mostly a desire before but now it’s clearly very physical; especially since I don’t even have a muse anymore. It’s not like I’m sitting around watching porn. Even the clips that run in my head sometimes are more light erotica and romance than anything.

Maybe I just stop analyzing it to death. Lol. I just don’t care what this is “labeled”. I’m going to let it be perfectly fine. I think I’ll just look forward to the day I have a playmate to relieve me of my strong desires. That seems more than good enough for me. šŸ˜‰

The Deviant Bachelorette

What if I had my own rendition of the bachelorette? Wouldn’t that be fun?

Beautiful, sweet, loving and kinky girl* that likes to switch, has a bucket list for sexual escapades she wants to do; like a threesome. She is smart and fun and dynamic. She is the whole package minus a few body imperfections and very mild scarring on her heart and soul. Hey…this isn’t Hollywood! It’s real reality. (Mostly)

Now that would be sooo much fun!! Ha ha ha ha. Sorry. Just can’t get it out of my head. Dreaming is such sweet bliss!

Ok life!!! Overwhelm me!! Bring it. I’m ready. Lob it to me. I want to play.

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*why do I call myself a girl? I explained it in my first blog; but to expand…sometimes I’m just a girl. Fuck whatever a feminist has to say about it. I’m one too, but I’m not retarded. At the epicenter of feminism is the sanctum to “let woman live”. Just let them be able to live their lives too; in peace, harmony and equal rights and opportunities and with respect. Why that can be so very hard to understand I don’t get. Societal pathological bullying is all I can call it. Because really!!! Can you look at your mother, sisters, aunts, grandmothers through that same unjust filter of over sexualization, contempt, disregard and sheer hatred sometimes. Can you?

Ugghhhhh..Ranting. Sorry. I mean this for men and woman. Sometimes we as woman are our worst enemies. I honestly just don’t understand injustices of any kind; even those led by a “good” movement like #metoo or Doctor’s without Borders.

Open letter to Selena Gomez (5 times)

I was once asked how many times in a row I’ve had sex, which I found a very interesting question. Technically the number is 4; except we went to sleep and woke up to have more sex so I like to think it was 5 times. 5 times within much less than 24 hours with the same man…my boyfriend at the time.

The reaction I got when I answered the question was even more interesting. He said something like “Yea, I can believe it”. It still makes me laugh; for starters because why would I lie and then just the way he said it sounded like the hugest compliment. But then… years later I found myself in a sexless marriage.

I remember a few years into my marriage when I found out the lead singer of Blink 182 had taken a vow of chastity. I actually wrote him a letter. I told him something very similar to what I would like to say to Selena Gomez who along with Justin Bieber have taken a similar vow.

Dear Selena:

Adore you but please stop with the nonsense. You two are gorgeous specimens of human beings and you obviously outside of the drama have mad love for each other. The fact that you need a chaperone is even more hysterical… all that passion wasted.

I would get it if you were both younger and virgins and saving yourself for marriage. This is not that. You’ve already had each other. Life and passion is not promised to anyone. You may never come this way again. Why deprive yourself of ecstasy? For what end goal? Statistically speaking your relationship will not last anyway. Sorry!

Meanwhile though, you could be indulging in experiences that no one can take from you as opposed to having to endure the torture of abstaining. I hope it’s all a gimmick and that you truly are having sex, because OMG what a waste if not. Now I’m not saying go have babies; although they would probably look just like real cherubs. I’m saying don’t deprive yourself of an experience you truly desire that despite societal constraints is natural and normal and beautiful and powerful. Girl….go get some.

This is of course just my feeble opinion…but ugghhh. I would be fucking that boy every moment I absolutely could, where I in her shoes (at her age, definitely not now).

So yea…5 times. No one can take that from me. No regrets!! Not a one.

Gym Bunny Seeks Love

I’m not sure which is worse. This driving myself crazy thinking about some love I haven’t found, have no idea what it looks like and even less idea how to get to…or the men vying for my attention.

I was at the gym today and there was this man; older, not bad looking. He was not my type per se. The thing is…I don’t date gym guys. Not because I don’t want to but because I don’t want to have to switch gyms. I’d rather just keep that as my sanctuary and not interact with anyone; girls included. I recognize that because I work from home and my life is not very social right now to begin with this really limits the possibilities of meeting someone.

It is a conundrum. I’m lonely. I’m wanting, but my life is in flux right now due to my finances. Doesn’t seem quite fair of me to take anyone on in my life with so much up in the air. I could very much use the oasis of someone to love, the intimacy of sex and the comfort of holding someone at night, but…

But…

I hate sentences that start with but. Butt is altogether a much better word.

I can’t stop people from giving me attention; nor quite frankly do I want to. It’s a nice compliment. Especially when they make minor fools of themselves trying so very hard, like today. It’s cute. It’s genuinely endearing…maybe I should give a guy a break, even if it is at the gym. Maybe I shouldn’t worry so much about all the things I can’t seem to control.

Ho hum. Maybe.

Kama Sutra

I can’t wait to have a steady fuck again. If and when I find “the one” I want to try tantric sex. If I find anything in between here and there I’d love to run through the Kama Sutra poses. Maybe not all; I’ve heard some are way too much, like beastiality.

Soooooo…..

I do hot yoga, I’m double jointed, and I have a high pain threshold. So you can imagine what that means as far as sexual positioning goes. Unfortunately I was stuck in a 14 year sexual limbo and been single a year and a half now as well. Soo. I haven’t run through that many poses…yet. I’ve done the standby’s. The normal ones most everyone I’m sure has done or seen or heard of. So that’s about under a dozen and a quick glance at the google gaggle says the KS is 64; doesn’t seem enough to really include beastiality. Maybe I need to really look into that more. But then again I don’t want to put the cart before the horse. Lol

I’m striking my nails against the side of my claw foot porcelain tub. Pinkie, ring finger, middle, pointer. Over and over. Rhythmically. Waiting. Just waiting.

Somewhere; you are out there. Sweet dreams my love. May you dream of the Kama Sutra and me…šŸ’‹ā¤ļø

Energy Shift

And no I don’t mean the kind that happens during sex. Lol

I went to see a life coach/energy healer. She was amazing. Simply amazing. I got concrete logical strategic advice that helped clear a few things; like how much time I spend now on my various projects vs how much I should be spending to maximize my focus and to achieve the desired outcome. Then I also got a mental and energetic shift which I very much needed.

She was able to get me to see that asking for help does not have to come from a place of meekness. It can come from a place of courage and generosity on both parts. It’s a win/win situation, not a loss/take one. It is not disempowering. It is acceptance of what is being offered along with the gratitude that that brings. It is a place of happiness for all concerned. It is also a place of being able to offer from my part that of which I am of value. I have A LOT to offer and that is the space I am needing and wanting to inhabit and before today I didn’t even know that space existed in the ramifications of asking for and accepting help.

We all have an inherent instinct to help. We really do and it’s a base need to give that love, to give that energy to someone outside of ourselves. I’ve been such a bad accepter all my life and that stops now.

Tony during the holidays was trying to give me what appeared to be a wad of about $500 in 20’s and I knew he meant it with the most sincere kindness and generosity of spirit and I declined it. He wanted so much to give it. At the time I thought it would endear each other too much. He wasn’t divorced yet.

Side note: It is so not fair to make someone go through that. Frankly; one needs to get divorced for reasons that DO NOT involve anyone besides the ones married. Secondly, it is my firm belief that people need AT LEAST a year after a marriage to figure out who the heck one is again…alone. Just oneself. Thirdly, it’s just selfish to make someone go through the drama and emotional roller coaster that is divorce and post divorce. It’s not fair to let/make someone stand beside one through that ordeal. Sucky!!! All the way around. Divorce is hell! That’s my motto. Now again. To each his own and every rule has exceptions, but that’s my take as of now.

So yes. Back to my point. An energy shift was much needed and so appreciated. My miracle hasn’t shown itself yet; but it will. I gathered a conference of angels…mine, the children’s, the pets, everyone’s that has loved me, anyones angels that I’ve loved, the angels of those that have kindness in their hearts for me and those that I have touched and well as those that have touched me…and no I don’t mean sexually. Although that isn’t a bad thought either. Lol

Anyway.

I called a conference of angels to help find the way. With a strong delegation like that there simply is not a way it won’t manifest. (Double negative)

But…

On another note

prior to that I squirted again tonight. It was slightly gritty, not as sweet smelling but not a bad smell with no taste whatsoever. It just depends what my diet is how that goes. After sushi guess what it smells a little like. šŸ˜‚šŸ˜

Anyway…

this time it happened while not even thinking of sex or anything remotely sexual. My body must be trying to tell me something…

I’m pretty sure I know what it wants. The difficulty isn’t in getting it; the difficulty is that I’m trying to abstain. Ugghhhhh. Being celibate sucks!!! My libido is so high. I need sex like 2-3 times a week to be satisfied. More is ok, less is just not; but random sex just isn’t my thing. To each his/her own. Right? So I wait and it builds and heaven forbid I be around virile men…like the gym, or just wherever. My heart starts to palpitate. Doesn’t everyone love the smell of men?

And then…

to find that one smell. That one man that really sets ones soul on fire. Oh my!! I know where this night is going. Maybe I need to break out that cordless new vibrator I haven’t even taken out of the box yet. Am I getting wet again? Shhhhhhhhh

Wet Dreams

I had my first official wet dream last night. Two actually. I woke up wet both times. I’ve orgasmed in my sleep before many times but have never actually gotten wet from them.

It seems like there’s been a huge sexual awakening within me. I feel like I’ve found my genuinely sensual side. I always had one because I’ve always been extremely tactile but now it goes so far beyond that.

I recently got my underwear so wet I had to double check it wasn’t pee. It was vaginal. I thought it tasted and smelled pretty good too. Ever so slightly tart like a sweet key lime pie, with a mild not at all unpleasant scent. Tasting it turned me on. What can I say? I’m such a perv.

I can’t wait to Domme again. I want to go to the tailors and get this outfit made so I can look sexy and dominant and sensual as hell…but that isn’t on the agenda right now. It’s just a pleasant thought.

I’m about to nap. I’m not feeling that great today. Lightheaded. Mild headache. I don’t normally nap but it’s just that kind of day. I’m going to listen to my body and take care of myself. I have a client at 5 and then a long bubble bath. Sunday’s are generally the day I (unofficially) just lounge around. If I put on clothes it’s an eventful day. But I have to take work when I can and I adore Jennifer and know she really needs it so…worth it on all accounts.

Off to rest my pretties. šŸ’‹