Therefore it shall be told...*
Sep. 25th, 2007 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bending_sickle...that I who am capable of passionate love am sexually starved, and endure the pangs of a fiendish solitude in rooms...*
Maybe it's the hormones Maybe it's the ticking biological clock. Maybe it's the smutty slash.
It certainly isn't the result of an overabundance of choice males (or even females, though the odds are in favour of there being more pretty girls than guys - true fact).
But. I have got to stop staring at some guys that way. The "give me an ounce less of self-control and I'll jump your bones right the fuck now" way.
Good gods, I find myself thinking about sex more often than a fourteen year old boy. I'd say that something must be done, but I'm not about to do it just yet. Virgin I may be, but naive I ain't. I mean, I've learnt so many neat tricks over the years, from Josey Vogel's articles (e.g. her articles on the hand and blow job workshops) to the good smut to your average cheese comercial.
However, I'll be keeping my pants to myself for a bit yet. I'm not about to wander into some pub just to get laid, is what I mean. (Random guy on the street striking up conversation with me, then saying he'd love to "get to know me better"? No thanks.)
Although I'm starting to feel like an old maid, what with my complete and utter lack of experience. *sigh* And if I'm not going to screw complete strangers (not that that sounds like a completey bad idea, under the right circumstances), but am going to wait around until I have a boyfriend or potential long-term fuck-buddy or whatever... I just, I don't see that happening anytime soon. (Or, y'know, at all.)
*double sigh*
*is sexually starved*
PS: I'll be regretting posting this in the morrow, won't I?
* W. N. P. Barbellion, from the collected works blog.
Maybe it's the hormones Maybe it's the ticking biological clock. Maybe it's the smutty slash.
It certainly isn't the result of an overabundance of choice males (or even females, though the odds are in favour of there being more pretty girls than guys - true fact).
But. I have got to stop staring at some guys that way. The "give me an ounce less of self-control and I'll jump your bones right the fuck now" way.
Good gods, I find myself thinking about sex more often than a fourteen year old boy. I'd say that something must be done, but I'm not about to do it just yet. Virgin I may be, but naive I ain't. I mean, I've learnt so many neat tricks over the years, from Josey Vogel's articles (e.g. her articles on the hand and blow job workshops) to the good smut to your average cheese comercial.
However, I'll be keeping my pants to myself for a bit yet. I'm not about to wander into some pub just to get laid, is what I mean. (Random guy on the street striking up conversation with me, then saying he'd love to "get to know me better"? No thanks.)
Although I'm starting to feel like an old maid, what with my complete and utter lack of experience. *sigh* And if I'm not going to screw complete strangers (not that that sounds like a completey bad idea, under the right circumstances), but am going to wait around until I have a boyfriend or potential long-term fuck-buddy or whatever... I just, I don't see that happening anytime soon. (Or, y'know, at all.)
*double sigh*
*is sexually starved*
PS: I'll be regretting posting this in the morrow, won't I?
* W. N. P. Barbellion, from the collected works blog.
