I haven’t had sex since Tuesday. Not that Tuesday was all that long ago… Ted is a nice guy, he just doesn’t know how to fuck. Or maybe I’m the one with the issue. I haven’t cum from regular intercourse since the last time I was with my ex (August 25th – not like I keep track or anything). The only time Ted has gotten me off was when he gave me oral.
So, today I decided that self sex was better than penis sex. Which is so not true and I don’t really believe that it is. But this morning it was. I grabbed my pink, metallic vibrator and enjoyed myself for several minutes. And because no one is home I let myself vocalize my pleasure which always seems to enhance my self sex experiences.
I’m about 5 days out from starting my period. So I know my gloomy outlook on life right now is very much related to the fact that I’ll be bleeding soon. Damn period. I haven’t cried today and I don’t feel sad. I just feel blah. I want to isolate myself and yet I’m very excited about my plans for this afternoon (which may or may not involve hanging out with my ex and his dog). I miss the dog so much… can’t wait to see him! I also miss my ex… And my unreasonableness will probably contribute to unnecessary feelings of attachment or vehement towards him today.
Such is the way of PMS.