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The Return of the Anonymous Sex Confessional
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!
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!
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(Anonymous) 2010-07-22 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)Recently, it was the accidental snap of the elastic on my panties. The pleasant sting... made my head floaty... made me think of a rubber band snapping against my wrist... made me imagine a scenario where I'd be forced to snap it, by his commanding voice... made me recall the euphoria of slaps and spanks... made me remember how delicious it is to slide into intoxicating, dizzying subspace...
And it hurt so badly to be reminded of all this. All the wonderful, amazing sensations and emotions I miss.
Being forced to have a vanilla sex life, is like being forced to kill off little pieces of the real me, slowly, day by day. It's like he's not even having sex with me anymore-- he's having sex with some other version of me, a version in his mind... someone who wants only what he wants.
At this point, it actually hurts enough that I prefer not to have any sex at all.
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(Anonymous) 2010-07-22 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)