Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

Lately I’ve had neither inspiration or perspiration. No play, no sex, and no unresolved crushes causing me to focus my random surges of lust… these things make me a very dull girl. Plus, I have to tell you, the sex toys that they’ve been sending me to review have not been highly motivational. I mean, sure, some of them have been great at the instigation of orgasms, but nothing about them has made me want to be loquacious. Not like the fabulous Dalek vibrator, anyway. So when I sit down to write about sex, I just don’t have much to say. I need to work on that.

I can manage the perspiration by myself, but I need inspiration. I need to get out more. I’ve spent the last few weeks hiding at home when I’m not working, which is not conducive to exploring anything erotic. Or, at least, nothing erotic that I have any interest in writing about. The problem is that most of the people I currently want to explore erotic things with live in another state. Specifically, the person who I asked out a few weeks ago, but still haven’t found time to go out on a date with. Mind you, I’m not sure I want to explore erotic things with him. I don’t know if we’ll have any chemistry at all, but I really really want to kiss him and find out.

I either need 2-3 days of unscheduled time with enough notice in advance for said individual to arrange his time for me to accost him, or someone equally inspiring who lives closer. Or both. Both would be good. I’m extraordinarily envious of a good friend of mine who, during our phone conversation this afternoon, for the first time in memory did not spend half the time bitching about needing more sex in her life. No, instead she spent the time telling me about her fabulous boyfriend who not only cooks her dinner and organizes her kitchen but who also jumps her several times a day. The bitch has even been getting regular morning sex, and she’s not even awake in the mornings! So unfair. *sniffle* I’m so happy for her!