Hello, Wonderful Blog Followers! I just wanted to write with a warning, this blog is going from G rated to NC17 in the next 48 hours. There has been a lot of interest in hearing about my life as a phone sex operator, so we are going to give it a shot! I love to talk about how people talk dirty!
I am also looking into running some fun seminars about dirty talk because everyone can do it!
Please be warned, strong language and sexual content will be included.
If you wanted to see the fun changes, stick around, otherwise, I totally understand if you want to leave! Talk to you all soon!
You know those times in your life when you are going through a bunch of crap and you can’t really figure out why you feel the way you do? Then out of nowhere, Poof! You figure it out. I call this a revelation. They don’t happen very often, but when they do, it’s awesome! I had one last night, and now I don’t know if I feel better or worse.
I have been having so much fun dating, just having a blast, no strings attached. Being my own person and meeting some great people, but since I fell into “like” with Mr. Dammit, (See my post, Dammit), things have been weird. I am no longer satisfied with just dating, I need more and I didn’t understand why this came out of nowhere. Now I do… I don’t need a relationship, I need intimacy. Or maybe both, I don’t know.
I learned very quickly after my divorce 10 years ago that sex and intimacy do not always go together. I understand, that for some people they have to, but for me, nope. They are two very, very different things, and I can easily have one without the other. I have been living in blissful ignorance of how important intimacy is to me and now that I know, I can’t get it out of my head.
I need touch: holding hands in the car, cuddling on the couch watching a movie, or laying in bed, legs tangled together just talking about random things.
Forehead Kisses. (So important it gets its own line).
I will say it again, forehead kisses.
I need someone who plays with my hair absentmindedly, texts me just to tell me they are thinking of me, and NOT how excited they are to have sex with me. See the difference?
My last boyfriend spoiled me. Not with things, but with love and feelings and touch. He always told me to wear my seat belt (something I never do, bad I know). He wasn’t telling me what to do, but expressing that he cared for my safety, so I did. He could talk me out of bed on bad days, which is not an easy task. At restaurants we would hold hands across the table, we were almost always touching in someway. I miss that.
I know that everyone is different, but intimacy is intimacy. I was doing just fine until Mr. Dammit. With him, I had intimacy. I don’t know how, time was so limited, but it was there nonetheless, and now I remember what it feels like and I am craving it again.
“It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;—it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.”
~Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
So now that I have this information, I need to figure out what I am going to do with it. My first impulse was to stop talking to everyone I have been hanging out with, but that seemed rash, so I didn’t do that. I really need to take inventory (silly word, I know) and see if there is potential there, and if not, move on.. Sounds harsh, but in the end it is about me, and what makes me happy. If I don’t make changes, then I will live in the same unhappy place forever.