Category: orgasmdiary
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Close
I am seriously getting close to coming with A. That is him making me come without my toy. Sex has been different lately, really different. Intimate. Frighteningly so. Intimate. Last couple of days, great sex. A little awkwardness in initiating maybe. I think this is coming from me though. Prob due to my head space…
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That is all
Orgasms. I see lots of them. Other peoples. In 7 years I’ve seen well over 2000. That is all.
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Brain Space
I am fairly fucked in the head this week. No sex. No wanking. Actually no desire what so ever to be touched or to touch another. The boy, I’m sure, is probably freaking out, actually make that an IS freaking out. My body and brain hate me this week, they need down time. Me time.…
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Love
Things that are hard to think about. Don’t think. Unlikely. Things that have been on my mind though? A lot. Relationships scare me. A lot. Claire asked me how I felt the other week, “I’m not sure” was my response. She seems to think that you should just know these things. Maybe she does. But…
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Reports.
I am literally hanging from the ceiling with the need to have sex. Specifically sex also, not masturbation. WANT. Last night, good sex, night before last, really good sex. Almost great. I was close, really damn close.
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Things to Report
Sex. Lots of Sex. Lots of Masturbation. Lots of SEX. I spent 2 weeks on break with the boy. There was lots of face sitting, strangulation, fucking, slow love making, headjobs, and the list goes on. There was also me breaking down right after sex and spilling my brain matter in regards to abusive past.…
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Asking is hard.
Frustrations frustrate, they baffle. I have my cranky on. Nothing satisfies. Nothing is without some amount of undesired frustrations. Want to be touched like this, don’t want to be touched like that. Need this, don’t want that. One thing after another. Impossible to please. Impossible for me to please myself. Frustration. Asking for what I…
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Trust. Intimacy.
Trust. Intimacy. Safe puts me on edge. Safe pushes me towards panic. Safe, caring, loving intimacy makes me feel like running. That’s fucked. Having issues with this shit. That when I do meet someone that is safe, and I don’t mean safe as in vanilla, or the stereotyped norm. I mean safe as in someone…
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Repetition. I know you I do.
A continuation of things that are and things that were. I have strange emotional repulsions, going on, physical sensations, mental sensations. How to explain? I feel sick in my stomach, sick with myself. My head feels as if it’s been stuffed full of feathers. I am picky. I am impossible to please right now. I…
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Things that are, things that were
Things that are, things that were. I have been going through a myriad of up sand downs, and quick frustrations, unnecessary frustrations at that. Pasts come back to haunt me when entering new relationships. And that they are with full force. Msn from the X, asking me to come and visit. After seeing my msn…