Howdy, y’all. I don’t know if you know this, but one of my top google hits is, and always has been, female ejaculation.
Now, I know many of my friends out there experience it (*waves to Hy and Kayla) and many of you know it’s real, but there are still doubters out there, people who just can’t seem to wrap their heads around it.
A few months back, I remember reading a post from Confessions of Your Husband’s Mistress about what men want, discussing the dichotomy of prim and proper during the day and wild and raunchy at night. I actually emailed the link to M to get his thoughts on it, which were pretty much “Yep, that’s what we want” (he’s not much of a talker).
I’m a big fan of masturbation. Truly I am. But I go through these phases where I quit, with no explanation. I don’t know if it’s when I’m having a ton of sex and my libido is matched by what I’m getting. Maybe it’s when I get busy, and there’s not enough time in the day to stop and think, let alone rub one down. But whatever the reason, eventually I’ll realize I haven’t had my hand down my pants in months.
So last Friday was the first time I texted with the girl I’m going out with this coming weekend. We chit-chated throughout the day while she was running errands and into the evening.
Later that night, once I was snuggled up to M in bed, I get a text: “U still up?”
With day jobs and three kids at home, sometimes it’s easy to forget the little
things in your relationship. It’s easy to go about your day, moving from one thing to another, homework, dinner, evening news, and never stopping to catch your breath.
While browsing around online today, procrastinating on many different things, I stumbled upon an old post at Molly’s Daily Kiss, entitled the Pussy Pride Project. And what a great fucking concept, having women embrace their pussies, show love to the very thing that makes us female. I couldn’t resist partaking, and paying ode to my favorite body part.
Ok, so I gave in, and interestingly enough, decided to read the second 50 Shades (much better than the first, mind you), but at the beginning of the book, I was struck by something I don’t think I mentioned before, and found myself compelled to write this, while sitting at the garage, waiting for my car to get inspected.
Okay, so I’m not going to sit here and pretend that I’ve been broading over this, because I haven’t. What I have been doing is proofreading and writing and reading and all sorts of stuff and now, I’m procrastinating. I’m really good at it. A pro, truly. And what better way to procrastinate, then to communicate with you all, my fellow pervs.
I was rereading some of my old posts today, and I came across a comment by Little Miss, stating that she wanted to learn how NOT to squirt. And, I remember thinking at the time, “What the fuck Little Miss? Why would you not want to squirt?”
So, here is the situation. We’ve officially moved in with my dad. M and I have one room (but are
sleeping in separate beds, as M has to lay diagonal across the double bed because he’s so fucking tall). And the baby and girls are in the room right next to us. Needless to say, our sex life is currently lack, but we are working it out, being creative…
I find it interesting that I am sitting here , writing about being single vs. married. I’ve never been single. I’ve had a few weeks here, a few weeks there, but overall, never been single. I was always the girl who found herself in a relationship, even when I was trying not to… And although I love my husband and I love my life, part of me is sad that I never experienced being a “single girl.” My original idea for this post was about the difference between single sex and married sex, but I realized that I don’t know shit about single sex… Oh, well…