Friends Oversharing

My one friend, J, who I’ve had for about 7 years, told me that she was in sexual frustration mode.  She wished she could have called off.  She wished she could have at least called late.  Her batteries are running out and she needs more, more, more.

I understand exactly how she feels.  It’s almost the week after my period.  Time to get super sexually frustrated.  Especially since I don’t think I’ll be getting sex any time soon.  Even tho, yes, I’ve had offers.  {And this doesn’t include the pussylicking, vibrating toy fun having my OM has been giving me.  I can’t include that.  It doesn’t involve a man’s cock inside my sopping wet cunt.  Fingers and tongues, toys and props only get me so far…..So far that I’m frustrated even more.}

I digress.  The thing is, it kind of weirded me out that J even alluded to wanting to stay home to masterbate her itch away. That she would have if she didn’t wake up late.   I know she’s a healthy 30-something woman. I get that.  But I’m not exactly comfortable knowing when she does it. I should be grateful she didn’t go into specifics.  

Maybe it’s because we’ve known each other for almost a decade.  Maybe it’s because we’ve shared some of our sexual horror stories.  And maybe it’s because we’re both going thru at least a year’s worth of no sex having.  Or maybe it’s just her?

Back in the day I had this really good friend, a girl.  She had a boyfriend, I had a boyfriend, and the stories would fly between us.  Details, details, details.  I honestly don’t think we ever left anything out.  She even mentioned being able to get herself off if the seam of her pants was in the right position.  How I envy her that!  She told me of toys that were bought, positions that were done, how great it felt to have her pussy licked.  I didn’t mind hearing all this. 

Maybe it’s because that’s the kind of friends we were. . . We talked about sex.  Because we were having sex.  Because we had someone to have sex w/.

However, J doesn’t have a man, I don’t have a man.  I kinda feel icked out about how open she is about telling me she got off in the morning, or wanted to get off in the morning, or the batteries died mid-stroke.  She’s just not the kind of girl to be that open.  She doesn’t even like to be touched.  What does that tell you?!

I guess since she asked about my assignations w/ OM and I gave her the roundabout of me screaming, carrying on, and almost falling off the bed, that telling me her horniness level is off the charts and what she did to ease it, is fairplay.  I don’t know. 

There are some people you share w/ and some people you just don’t!

He’ll Always Be There

OM. The light switch. No sex clause. My toy.  Never again.

All of this is true.  All of this is false.  No matter how much I want that damn light switch to say the hell off it doesn’t want to stay off. It doesn’t like being in that position.  I hate this feeling of not wanting but wanting.

I got my toy from OM this past Tuesday.  (a  Doc Johnson, White Nights, 7″ Vibe, Waterproof, Velvet Touch, Muti-Speed for $12.67) He whipped it out, battery’d it up and turned it on.  I have to admit the actual sound of it is kind of embarassing.  It’s like you know that sound, you know what it means.  Something other than a human is taking care of my needs.  But in the few days I’ve had it, I’ve played w/ it every night to my heart’s content. 

I rather enjoyed holding it on my clit, moving it up and down my pussy lips as OM watched.  As he placed 1 sometimes 2 dildos in my cunt.  Or a few fingers.  I really loved when he placed his tongue right next to the vibrator on  my clit.  A man who’s not afraid to get his face close to a phallic toy is arousing. 

He said it’s not everyday you get to see a beautiful woman masterbate and I couldn’t help but think of his wife.  His wife should be doing this for him.  I know if he was my husband or even just a significant other there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him sexually.  But I’m like that w/ anyone I want to fuck, I like being open minded and rather enjoy the hell out of it.   And I was about to say he could see it everyday if he’d like.  He knows he has an open invitation to come see me.  Even tho that light switch is off, it’s still on when it comes to sexual things.   And him.

And it’s funny, I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle him coming over and just going  down on me, playing w/ my toys in me. I thought it’d frustrate me to no end like it did last time.  But I was okay w/ it all.  I’m amazed.  I thought for sure I’d be wanting to beg him to slide his cock inside me.  But I didn’t.  I even let him stay dressed. I even let him walk out my door while I held the vibrator on my clit for the other elusive orgasm I was straining for.  He understood.  He told me not to get up.  He left me w/ 2 kisses on my forehead.  (And you know how I am about him kissing me!)

And he told me not to forget about him.  How could I?  He’s the one I’ve been lusting after for the past 2 years.  I guess things like this don’t go away easily.  They put up a fight.  Fists up. Shoulders squared. Legs spread. Ready to do battle.  I think this, me being in lust, is gonna be around for quite some time.  Until he tells me no more.  Or until I want him so much I’ll go crazy w/ not having him.  But don’t worry, my middle name ain’t Stalker.