Oh man. I totally got laid last night. More than once. By more than one person. It felt really really really good. It has been a long time since I’ve been that kind of frisky. I really miss that kind of sex. What kind of sex you might ask (if you are a nosy bastard like me that is)…
Oh man. I went and had the kind of night where I had to remember how to signal, “Hey! I am interested in SEX!” I didn’t go to the sort of event where you are supposed to pick someone up immediately, but that doesn’t seem to stop me. It’s easy to pick someone up if you show up knowing they are interested. And if you know someone is interested it’s a lot easier to feel interesting and broadcast the kind of signals that say, “I’m interesting. You should come talk to me.”
I’m going back and forth about how much disclosure is appropriate. I live my life very publicly, but I don’t cause drama. Sex is one of those things that people get upset about. But it was really good sex. The kind where you show up saying, “I remember you being very very good at fucking me and it’s been a long time since I have had sex as good as that.” Then I kind of rub legs for a while. Then you get to the part where I explain, “All your standard cheesy lines should just go away. Because they are delaying us having sex. I could happily go do that right now.” We didn’t. We waited an hour.
It’s hard walking the tightrope of aggressive sex that isn’t painful. It’s really nice to find men who are up to the job. I’m at a spot right now where I am not interested in painful sex. I kind of have enough pain in my life. Even though I don’t want to be bitten hard, even though I don’t want to be hit, even though I don’t want to be pinched… I still want to have sex move very quickly through the steps (sometimes) because oh my god I love the feeling of someone wanting to fuck me right now. I miss knowing that someone is overwhelmed with the desire to fuck me really hard.
It’s kind of hard to find the time and space to be overwhelmed by sex as a parent. You can’t ever get too into the sex because at any second one of the little… people… are going to wake up again. Ugh. But last night I went out! There were no little kids to worry about. And I was fucked gloriously.
I missed this.
Yay!
Go you!
Yay!!
Yay for getting what you needed!
Cool!
How did you know these people were interested (when they, apparently, didn’t go in knowing your intent) ?
Because I just know things. 🙂
Yay!
Whooo-hooo!
I’d be jealous, but you worked hard to get to have that opportunity so instead I will simply be thrilled for you and assure you that at least one of your readers (me!) would be fine with any details you are fine with sharing.
“Then I kind of rub legs for a while”
In my head this makes a cricket sound.
Yay for “fucked gloriously!” Boo for “sex is one of those things people get upset about.” This is a very big change of attitude for you…when I first started reading you, I think that was perhaps what you were MOST living publically. (and may I add, RAWR) Funny that you feel you need to filter that now.
from Debs
jealous!!!!
hoping this will not be a slow year for me.
me 🙂