I is getting some tonight!

I just wanted to say that the outpouring of support and love that the people of PSC have shown me is incredible. Every one of your guys' comments, greetingers, and PMs means the world to me.

Second, I'm going to spend tonight in a hotel with Mike tonight. Am I scared? Shitless. Am I excited? Absolutely. I just can't decide which one is the more powerful feeling right now.

The hardest part about Mike's and my relationship is the rules. Even though we're not dating, we don't sleep with other people. I understand that completely- there's no fear of STDs that way, it's safer, and in all honesty, we both like just being with one person for extended periods of time. We know each other inside and out, and we're comfortable with each other, sexually speaking and otherwise.

But the fact that I can't sleep with anyone else bothers me now. It didn't when I lived with him, because he was always there. Now, I live an hour away from him, and I only see him every 2 or 3 weeks. I know that doesn't seem like much, but to me, it's equivalent to about...a year or so. It drives me absolutely crazy, and there's nothing I can do (aside from sneaking around, which I refuse to do).

My vibrator is about worn out. I need a new one. I must use it every night, sometimes multiple times. The lack of sex is seriously starting to take its toll on me.

This weekend, though...we're going to make up for it. :D



On another note, someone left me a comment that said something to the effect of "Don't let your nymphomania define you."

I wanted to address that very briefly.

I don't LET it define me. It just does. My sexuality is such a HUGE part of who I am, and it comes out in many, many different forms. I talk about sex a lot; more than I even realize. The music I listen to usually has something to do with sex. I love movies with almost porn-like sex scenes. I say "That's what she said!" somewhere around 150 times a day, even if only in my head. Everything I do, everything I say, everything I think about...it can all be turned to sex in a matter of milliseconds.

That part doesn't bother me, and I want everyone to know that. I've done it for so long that it doesn't phase me at all. The hard part is the want. When I get to the point where my entire body aches for it, where I can't look at a person without wanting to seriously jump their bones. Something screams out inside of me and drives me insane until I do something about it. It's really difficult.

But the person who left me that comment is right. I am more than just a nympho. I'm a person- I have feelings, likes, dislikes, laughing fits, crying spells, I go to the movies, and I eat chocolate during my period. I'm a good person.



And, on that note, I need to be getting ready. Funny how something like sex requires a lot of getting ready. Sex might only last a half hour, and yet, I'll spend 2 hours getting ready for it. I'll spend 30 minutes picking out the perfect outfit, and it will be ripped off of me in a matter of seconds. I'll spend 20 minutes doing make-up, only to have it smeared off my face with sweat.

It's worth it, though. I do it 'cause I love it.



And, once again, thank you for all your comments and messages. Every single one of them is appreciated.

Mwah!