Wank-a-Holics Anonymous.
I haven’t had sex in two weeks. Two weeks and two days if you want me to get really exact about things. I’m such a frustrated little bunny today. Super frustrated. Like a walking erection but with a vagina. That doesn’t even make sense, does it? Meh. Whatever. I’m SUPER frustrated.
I’m used to going without sex for weeks at a time. I was an Army WAG to start with and that meant going without sex for four or six months at a time, sometimes. Plus I had many a military boyfriend before that. The military, left-on-your-own life is a normal way of life to me.
And then I was an oilfield WAG on The Other Side of the World, my boyfriend away for two or three weeks at a time. Being left to my own devices isn’t unusual for me, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Because I don’t like it. It doesn’t normally cause me problems like I’m experiencing right now, though. I’m basically throbbing from morning to night … and most of the night too, if my soaking wet pants were anything to go by this morning. I have a feeling that I might’ve been jerking off in my sleep again. If the soaking wet underwear wasn’t enough to give the game away, the sticky fingers that smelled like me sure did.
I have a high sex drive. It’s rare for me to turn down sex, and I’d stay in bed fucking my significant other all day long if I could. I think about sex more than I let on, and I also wank a lot more than I let on. It’s definitely been more than usual today. I made myself come when I first woke up. I was already soaking wet and it would have been a waste otherwise. I wanked in the loos at work, at lunchtime. I came home, smoked a joint, and wanked again. I did it again about an hour after that. And just before I started writing this blog post, I made myself come one more time. You know, just in case I forgot what it was like.
Even by my high standards, this is a bit much.
There seems to be sex everywhere I look. It’s like the universe’s way of reminding me just how much sex I’m NOT getting even though I’m now in what is considered to be a ‘stable’ relationship. I was having more sex when I considered myself single … how is that fair?
And what makes things worse is that super hot guys are everywhere I look. I served one at work today with the sexiest smile and the nicest, whitest teeth. Add brown floppy hair that was pushed over to one side, a big, black coat, and a grey scarf. I can remember every little bit about him, that’s how hot I thought he was. And as soon as I’d finished serving him, I asked for a lunch break, headed upstairs, and quietly relieved some of my frustration.
I can’t remember any other time I’ve ever been THIS horny. It’s constant, with no reprieve. If it carries on like this, I might have to see someone. It’s starting to become a real fucking problem.
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I have actually been there and all I can say is, for me at least, after a few weeks of lots and lots of masturbating and then some GREAT sex it went away but it was a couple of crazy sex crazed weeks.
I have weeks of this?!?! I can’t cope with that. I don’t think my vagina can either. Man I need to get laid! Lol!
I went through about a fortnight of it a few months ago. It goes away eventually, even without getting laid.
I hope so, although the last few days have been a tad “dry” because I’ve been working so many damn hours!
Still a horny beast though.
It’s like being on a diet … I only ever constantly think about food when I am starving … hope the lust gets busted soon x
Oh totally! It’s only T-Minus 2 sleeps until I see One Ball again and finally get laid. And one of those nights (tonight) I’m going to be hopelessly drunk so it should go nice and fast for me!
Happy New Year’s Eve!
xoxo