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Now there’s a blizzard in between… a moral tale

April 22, 2009
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I’m not proud to admit it but I once spent 4 years in the missionary position. I’m not actually sure how this situation came about, but I do know I was afraid to say anything, do anything to sort it out; it wasn’t always that way.

Lets look at the evidence: My first ‘adult’ boyfriend (8 years older than me, which would normally be considered disturbing and wrong, but I was a very precocious teenager) had a stack of porn nearly as tall as me in the bathroom, the second (at university) had a favourite porn star – because she looked like me; weird seeing yourself on screen, I must tell you. The third: missionary position guy.

As I said i’m not sure what happened. I’m not shy, I didn’t have a sheltered sexually upbringing, far from it; I don’t have a low sex drive, we bedded like bunnies for the first two years, it wasn’t that I didn’t fancy him, we were together 6 years, there had to be something there.

Then it hit me, I wasn’t ever going to be the girl that swung from the rafters, I was white cotton, vanilla, boring, plain and safe, the boys that had gone before made me uncomfortable, this was the way it should be. I had found my sexual niche.

But then the sex stopped completely. I just couldn’t find the confidence to change it. I blamed the situation on myself; I thought my sex drive had dried up; that this was my sexual future. I think I even accepted it.

Then something changed, a flash in the pan relationship questioned my bed beliefs and resulted in a kind of awakening, a ‘it’s not me, it was him’ epiphany. I always took the lead from the guy, if a guy was confident, then I was confident: I took the lead from the set level of slutty behaviour. Sex was all about the man, not about me. (I’m surprised I even managed an orgasm). Flash in the pan boy had somehow realised this and brought out from under the white cotton, whilst maybe not a sex siren, but someone able to take control of her own sexual serendipity.

And the moral of the story? By a vibrator.

Mwah

Kx

8 Comments leave one →
  1. April 22, 2009 11:15 am

    Hahaha

    I was the same but it was with my first bf, well my ‘first’ too. It was all good to start and then it got to the point that I couldn’t stand the thought of it (the relationship was also a bit shitty)…. so I prefected by blow job technique and he made do with that (meant I didn’t have to do the whole sex thing!)…..

    Then I had the guts to walk away from it all and spent the subsequent years making good use of the blow job I had perfected when I was avoiding sex.

    Actually, perhaps I should thank him!

    • smidge permalink
      April 22, 2009 11:16 am

      Classic, maybe BJs would make a good topic on here. Do you or dont you?

      It took me 2 years to leave him (all the time with no sex). I have no idea how i managed that now!

      • April 22, 2009 11:45 am

        yeah I think that would be a good topic… I can’t give away my secrets though! ;)

  2. April 22, 2009 12:15 pm

    I spent the last year or so of a 5 year relationship not having sex as well, I also thought I had completely lost my mojo, but as soon as we made the decision to break up it was back with or without a partner!

  3. April 22, 2009 6:34 pm

    I have lost my vibrator in the move to my “new” flat… Damn, I wonder where it’s got to…

  4. April 22, 2009 10:25 pm

    I’ve actually never owned one…always got by ok on my own!

  5. gekkogirl permalink
    April 23, 2009 12:15 pm

    This post is so timely I could weep.
    Thank you. x

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