The Return of the Anonymous Sex Confessional

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Way back in the Mesozoic era of LiveJournal, there was a time when several people would regularly host Anonymous Sex Confessionals for the amusement and diversion of all. The practice died out due to inertia, apathy and the occasional drama llama, but seeing as how I'm wrapped up in a bit of LJ nostalgia at the moment (and since the topic seems to be on the minds of some of my fellow LJians) I thought I'd dust off the idea and give it another go. And so:

Anonymous Sex Confessions

Anonymous comments are enabled for the next 48 hours, and IPs are not being logged. Share something about you sexually: wants, experiences, preferences, fears. Anything goes, and yes, this applies even if you don't have a sex life right now. Confession is good for the soul.

The three disclaimers:

1) You may safely assume that the comments to this post contain text of an NC-17 nature. Treat accordingly.

2) The management reserves the right to cease operation of the confessional at any time. Drama and abusive language will not be tolerated.

3) Feel free to link to this post from your own journal. The more, the merrier.



So!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I haven't had sex (no matter what one's definition) in four years or so. And I think about BDSM-style sex all the time, which I've pretty much never had. I want someone's fist in my hair as I suck on his cock. I want someone to put me over his knee (or desk, or whatever) and spank me. I want to be tied up, tied down, pushed against the wall and fucked....

But alas, not likely to happen ever, let alone soon. (I'm too shy to seek out partners of any ilk.)

Also, even though the relationships never ended well, I really miss sleeping with women.

On the bright side, I anticipate a package tomorrow from Babeland with a delightful new vibrator inside. (Far more money than I've ever spent on a sex toy, for that matter. But a girl's got needs, no?)

[(Anonymous)]

I'm totally with you on the "too shy" bit. I'd love a girlfriend but am totally petrified at the thought of rejection.