Sexie Sadie's Stories of Seduction
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| Blog Name: | Sexie Sadie's Stories of Seduction |
| Url: | http://confessionsfrommyopenmarriage.blogspot.com/ |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | sex, open marriage, alternative relationships |
| Description: | The blog title says it all. These are confessions of my encounters with people as I navigate this arrangement that Hubby and I have made ~ an Open Marriage. It doesn't work for everyone, but, somehow, we manage to make it work for us! Enjoy these stories of my encounters as well as a smattering of social commentary for good measure. |
| Popularity: | 345 Followers |
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HNT. Light
I never cared much for moonlit skiesI never wink back at fireflies,But now that the stars are in your eyesI'm beginning to see the light.I never went in for afterglowOr candlelight on the mistletoe,But now when you turn the lamp down low
I never cared much for moonlit skiesI never wink back at fireflies,But now that the stars are in your eyesI'm beginning to see the light.I never went in for afterglowOr candlelight on the mistletoe,But now when you turn the lamp down low
Mine. Confession #381
When Hubby and I first opened our marriage, I went a little bit slutty-nuts.I was a self-proclaimed woman on a mission - A mission to fully embrace and announce my sexuality, as hadn't had the confidence or wherewithal to employ when I was younger, and to do so on my terms; within the boundaries, of course, that Hubby and I set together. I was happy and practically giddy, even, to sleep around with no expectations for anything at all afterwards. I was fucking only for the sake of fucking, and I
When Hubby and I first opened our marriage, I went a little bit slutty-nuts.I was a self-proclaimed woman on a mission - A mission to fully embrace and announce my sexuality, as hadn't had the confidence or wherewithal to employ when I was younger, and to do so on my terms; within the boundaries, of course, that Hubby and I set together. I was happy and practically giddy, even, to sleep around with no expectations for anything at all afterwards. I was fucking only for the sake of fucking, and I
Down. Confession #381
I'm having one of those days where I can't formulate a single thought, much less an entire blog post. It seems that I have plunged headlong into an intense but hopefully expeditious depression. Thankfully, I have the ability to do not a damn fucking thing today, so I think I will take the universe up on it's offering and do just that. I'll be back tomorrow.
I'm having one of those days where I can't formulate a single thought, much less an entire blog post. It seems that I have plunged headlong into an intense but hopefully expeditious depression. Thankfully, I have the ability to do not a damn fucking thing today, so I think I will take the universe up on it's offering and do just that. I'll be back tomorrow.
First. Confession #380
First times at anything are always awkward occurrences. But there is something intrinsically awkward about fucking someone for the first time. When I think back on all the men with whom I have had an ongoing sexual relationship (with the exception of Hubby,) the first time we fucked is a totally blank memory. Even the first time I slept with Andrew is a recollection that I cannot conjure for all the money in the world. And I know that the reason is because the sex got so much better over the course of our relationship that the first time, by comparison, was just not all t
First times at anything are always awkward occurrences. But there is something intrinsically awkward about fucking someone for the first time. When I think back on all the men with whom I have had an ongoing sexual relationship (with the exception of Hubby,) the first time we fucked is a totally blank memory. Even the first time I slept with Andrew is a recollection that I cannot conjure for all the money in the world. And I know that the reason is because the sex got so much better over the course of our relationship that the first time, by comparison, was just not all t
Well-Timed. Confession #379
I am always contemplating something, and lately, obviously due to the timing, it seems to be break-ups. I think Andrew breaking up with me had such a direct emotional impact because it wasn't on my terms. I mean, really ... y'all read my blog. I was heading in the direction of calling it quits with him. Hell ... Andrew reads my blog. No doubt that he felt the need to beat me to the punch in an act of ego-centric self-preservation.Or not. I don't really know what his true motivation was.
I am always contemplating something, and lately, obviously due to the timing, it seems to be break-ups. I think Andrew breaking up with me had such a direct emotional impact because it wasn't on my terms. I mean, really ... y'all read my blog. I was heading in the direction of calling it quits with him. Hell ... Andrew reads my blog. No doubt that he felt the need to beat me to the punch in an act of ego-centric self-preservation.Or not. I don't really know what his true motivation was.
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