I had to excuse myself from a meeting today because I could feel my blood sugar dropping. I’ve nearly passed out several times today. This last time I started falling backward, but I was already laying down, so there wasn’t far to fall. I think it’s time to reboot myself.
Whoever organized that Halloween party must’ve done a pretty rockin job if people are still passing out the Wednesday after
People say you should put on a nice bra and light candles and crap in order to get in the mood for masturbation sessions. I tried that, and then I realized that I don’t actually like lacey bras. “Itchy” isn’t the mood I’m shooting for.
Maybe I’ll try oiling myself up and then wrestling with myself. I am my own thumb war.
Sorry I haven’t been communicating much. (At least the year hasn’t rolled over!)
BIL and I have been fighting and things are just hard to talk about right now. I don’t want to spalsh personal business all over the internet (especially his… it’s tempting to talk about my own feelings, but impossible to do without discussing him), and while I feel this way, it has been hard to sign on and talk about the raunchier side of life.
I hope that you’re all having hot sex out there. Have one for the team, and tell me all about it if you’re so inclined.
Apparently flowers and Easter bunnies make me horny.
I haven’t written much lately because I’ve had so many other things going on in my life. Frankly, it has been a little hard to squeeze in the sexual encounters, not to mention remembering to post something about them.
The whole ejacualtion thing still isn’t as regular for me as it is for guys, but I’ve noticed it happening more. I wonder if it has been happening to me for a long time, but if I never noticed the little ones because I was too busy feeling good in other ways.
I’ve been wondering lately if I’d want to wake up to someone having sex with me. I think if I had clearly consented up front (”If you ever have the urge to have sex with a sleeping chic, I’m cool with waking up that way” type of consent) that I certainly wouldn’t be bothered by it. But would I like it?
I found myself trying for the I-don’t-know-how-many-th orgasm in a day. Not because I really wanted it. Not because I was bored, even. I just… couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
Maybe I should take up crack.
I noticed recently that when I leaned my pelvis forward, I could lengthen the amount of time that I felt contractions during an orgasm. I was actually able to lean forward, feel the contractions… lean back, not feel the contractions… lean forward, feel the contractions again. Doing that on-again, off-again pattern a few times in a row was almost like having meta contractions.
I added a photo to my About page. It’s blue, dabu-dee dabu-dah.
After talking on the podcast tonight, I got to thinking about the past and how close I have come to losing BIL because I haven’t always treated him right. I’m glad that I have a chance now to try harder.
I should give him a really luxurious blow job.
Er… I mean… damn, I just spent all that time talking about how not everything is about sex. It’s not. Tonight I just held him for awhile, and it was lovely to feel his heartbeat.
It’s love, dabu-dee dabu-dah.
I have definitely had dreams that are sexy, but this is the first one I’ve had (that I remember) where sex was a topic without things being very sexy. I dreamed that my nails were too long, and I did damage with them. Does that ever happen to any of you, the non-sexy sex dream?