All this and I can't stop checking cute guys out and thinking what I'd like to do to them and with them. Now I could fully understand this if I wasn't getting any, that would be a fair reflection of my sexual frustration; but I am, I'm getting it on a very regular basis and it's other-worldly good, the best sex ever. Maybe that's the problem, because it's so good I want more and more, I want to have that feeling all the time.
To further complicate matters although I do check out other guys and think horny thoughts I would never have sex with them should the opportunity arise. Because I am very lucky to have a gorgeous boyfriend who is better in every single way to the eye candy I look at, I have got a modicum of self-control in this respect.
But still it surely does not excuse such behaviour and such thoughts? I mean it's taking over my life, it's with me every waking hour of every single day; perhaps I should seek some help here, get some therapy or something. I've tried thinking of Russian agricultural tractors, visiting the dentist and even Ian naked - the latter works admittedly for a short while, but I always return to the same thoughts eventually.
And I appreciate I should not be complaining about it, I realise I am very fortunate and there are many people out there who would love to have this problem (sorry); and truth be told I'm not complaining. This post was just an excuse to talk about sex again, you see what I mean?


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