SimplySouthern
Smooth Up In Ya!
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Alright. Let me share a little of myself here and ask for some psychoanalysis.
My parents are/were by no means what I would consider sexually repressed people, but nor were they what I would consider terribly open about things. Growing up, I wasn't taught all about the facts of life...just warned not to get myself "in trouble". For some reason, I grew up not thinking that sex was bad or dirty, but at the same time still being a little on the sexually embarrassed/repressed side.
Over time I think I have evolved, if you will, into someone who is very comfortable in her sexuality and more more than willing to discuss my likes and dislikes. While sitting around with a group of friends last night, we began discussing sex. To make a long story short, a friend of mine wanted a gag gift for his boss for Christmas and I went on a search of several "adult" stores to find exactly what he wanted. During one such excursion, I took a married friend of mine with me. While in this place (which was one of the higher class establishments I had been in during my search) she was agasp at the things they had. She didn't know what some of the things were or what they were used for. I explained to her what anal beads were and how they were used. Also, I discussed with her the difference between a dildo and a vibrator, what a clitoral stimulator was (the butterfly) and what and how a butt plug worked.
Back to my original story, at dinner last night she told her husband about this trip (he knew we went) and about those new things she had learned about. He was teasing me about being a little freaky. Further in the conversation we began to talk about fetishes and likes and dislikes. While they are all talking about liking lingerie....I mention that I happen to like leather lingerie...which leads to talk about bondage. One thing leads to another and before you know it, I am giving an in depth description of auto erotic asphyxiation. Well, you would have thought that I had grown a second head. I know they were still only teasing but for some reason all of the sudden I was so embarrassed and offended about my sexuality. Needless to say, I quickly left with my feelings hurt and on shaky emotional ground. All night and most of this morning I have again been questioning my sexual "beliefs" and wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I know that there is nothing wrong with knowing what you like, but maybe I need to be a little more careful about what other people's reaction will be?
Maybe it's just one of those days. Someone slap me for being stupid. Wait, on second thought, if you could pull my hair and call me bitch I might like that better.
My parents are/were by no means what I would consider sexually repressed people, but nor were they what I would consider terribly open about things. Growing up, I wasn't taught all about the facts of life...just warned not to get myself "in trouble". For some reason, I grew up not thinking that sex was bad or dirty, but at the same time still being a little on the sexually embarrassed/repressed side.
Over time I think I have evolved, if you will, into someone who is very comfortable in her sexuality and more more than willing to discuss my likes and dislikes. While sitting around with a group of friends last night, we began discussing sex. To make a long story short, a friend of mine wanted a gag gift for his boss for Christmas and I went on a search of several "adult" stores to find exactly what he wanted. During one such excursion, I took a married friend of mine with me. While in this place (which was one of the higher class establishments I had been in during my search) she was agasp at the things they had. She didn't know what some of the things were or what they were used for. I explained to her what anal beads were and how they were used. Also, I discussed with her the difference between a dildo and a vibrator, what a clitoral stimulator was (the butterfly) and what and how a butt plug worked.
Back to my original story, at dinner last night she told her husband about this trip (he knew we went) and about those new things she had learned about. He was teasing me about being a little freaky. Further in the conversation we began to talk about fetishes and likes and dislikes. While they are all talking about liking lingerie....I mention that I happen to like leather lingerie...which leads to talk about bondage. One thing leads to another and before you know it, I am giving an in depth description of auto erotic asphyxiation. Well, you would have thought that I had grown a second head. I know they were still only teasing but for some reason all of the sudden I was so embarrassed and offended about my sexuality. Needless to say, I quickly left with my feelings hurt and on shaky emotional ground. All night and most of this morning I have again been questioning my sexual "beliefs" and wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I know that there is nothing wrong with knowing what you like, but maybe I need to be a little more careful about what other people's reaction will be?
Maybe it's just one of those days. Someone slap me for being stupid. Wait, on second thought, if you could pull my hair and call me bitch I might like that better.