How to be a sex blogger during a dry spell
The past 7 months have been pretty good for me. I’ve had lots of sex, lots of partners. Lots of adventures. My recent sexual activity can pretty much be bookmarked by my trips to NYC in June and November. Since I’ve been back, it’s been kind of slow. A few random trysts, but nothing with any meat (no pun intended) on it.
I don’t know if that’s going to change any time soon. Lately I’ve been focusing on what’s above my tits. I’m getting things mentally sorted out about my marriage and I’m spending a lot of time on school. My first semester in grad school was a trick. It looked easy and manageable. WRONG!!
So while my body cries out for the touch of another- my brain is overwhelmed with statistics and research. I get the occasional moment when I’m inspired to weave together dirty words. When a hot phone call or a dirty email, or an unexpected phone call will change my day for the sexy better. Jack and I still text back and forth weekly, but he is in the same boat that I am. Busy busy… this grown up stuff sucks. While I’m usually the girl who WILL blow off school work for a good fuck- I don’t have the time t0 go chasing it. If it falls into the time frame that I’m available for it- I’m down.
Last week Mr. Park and I had tentative plans. I haven’t had any of his delicious cock in several months. Too many months. Work hasn’t brought him to my area lately. Recently he had a meeting and he would be available about the time I got out of work. At the last minute, his meeting was pushed back an hour, could I wait? Well, no. I couldn’t. I had several hours of homework to do, in less hours than I had to do them. I have an hour now- not IN an hour. Maybe next time. It’s like that.
I don’t have a regular sex partner. Angel and I have spoken about getting together- but it never seems to pan out. So I’m back to solo sex.
When I’m not too tired for it.
I know, I know… I’m a disgrace to my name.
However, my mind still wanders off sometimes, in the middle of my day. Thoughts of cock down my throat, fingers filling my cunt. Being pushed face down and fucked until I scream. This couldn’t last too long. Even now, just those words make my pussy wet- and make me wonder if Jack is free later.
Let’s face it, none of us live the sex blogger life 24/7. Our families, children, work and all those responsibilities come first.
Wasn’t it also you who told me I wouldn’t lose my sex blogger crown even though I have made the choice to not write about my personal sex life these days?
I’m happy to see the steps you have taken in your life in the short time I have known you. Someday you will look back at this time in your life and know how amazing you are.
Hugs
Diva