TMI

As I mentioned the other day, I've put my vibrator in the drawer, and it's not coming out. Yes this has slowed me down, but it hasn't stopped me! I have to confess though; getting myself off sans toys is a new thing for me. Like very new. I can only think of two times in the past where I have flown solo... once was out of curiosity, the other time was out of spite (my girlfriend wouldn't have sex with me. I showed her!) Well now I guess I'm committed to this new way of doing things. Second confession: I hooked up with this chic at Burning Man, and I was having my way with her, and she was very... umm... guiding? She wasn't bossy, or telling me what to do, she just told me what she really liked, and told me what she liked less. I appreciate this! We had a good time. That is not the confession. The confession, and I can't believe I'm admitting this, is I didn't know where the G-Spot was! Me! A bisexual twenty something year old prostitute! Frick. 

Men, listen up, cause this was news to me. The G-Spot is not the soft part of the vaginal wall, it's just inside. If you rub against the pelvic bone, you'll find it. Confessing to this makes me feel completely incompetent to how I pleased the ladies in the past, but I'm reassuring myself based on their physical reactions...

ANYWAY! She helped me find it, and it was very obvious that I did! So I take this new found information, and go exploring. I still can't believe I'm confessing this, but again that's something I haven't done since grade school. I'm all about the clit, the rest of my poor naughty bits have clearly just been neglected (by me anyway), but I tried out a whole bunch of new things, and it was ah-may-ZING!

Why am I telling you this? Mostly cause I think it's funny. It's kinda work related, isn't it? No? Oh well... I went reading through my blog from the perspective of Wonder-Boy, and I can't believe the things he knows about me now. This is so awkward! I told him about the blog, and I'm glad he read it, just so he knows what he could potentially be getting involved with, but frick, there are somethings that I would have liked to hold off on sharing until at least the second date. I asked him to stop reading it until at least I saw him again. Not because I'm hiding things, but because it's just EMBARRASSING. Then I think about everyone else I know who reads it. I just can't think about that. lol. Ughhh. So much sharing. But anyone who knows me, knows that's just how I am. He has agreed to stop reading it. I'm going to trust that he has. Whether or not he actually has, is less important to me, I just can't write the way I want to picturing his face in the glow of the computer...