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I am just gunna say it.
I need to get laid. Like, I need to get pounded so hard that my head feels as if it has been detached from body and is floating somewhere between Candyland and Willy Wanka’s chocolate factory, bingeing on cotton candy, gulping from a chocolate river.
Yes, I am aware that some of you men out there that dislike, no, HATE when women exclaim their own desire, their need for sex. Well, sorry chaps, I’m feeling it. I can’t make it go away just because you don’t like it and I don’t really think anyone is in a position to judge my urges.
They, these feelings, are not about you. They are not meant to be compared to that of a mans. Just as I cannot compare the loss of a loved one, my job, anything going wrong with my life to a 12-year-old sex worker in Southeast Asia, whose parents sold her for $10 and three chickens. 
They are two separate, individual pains. That one exists, it does not, diminish the other.
No, I do not have to proclaim it from the rooftops and guess what? I’m not. I am not going out and trying to score. I’m not bitching to my friends how badly I need a hard cock inside me, a warm body on top of me, the hard slamming into my dripping wet pussy until I shudder, sweat is dripping down my chest, my forehead till I can taste it on my lips. Then coming, coming so hard the deep pulses of my pussy can be felt vibrating around the cock within.
Now, I would like to explain the reason I need to get laid. I have a decent one.
I have not had a stress free moment in over six months. Not a day, a minute, a second where I did not feel on edge about something. 
This is exhausting, frustrating. It is physically draining and completely unhealthy.
Orgasm, by default, calms one down. It is a biological fact. I didn’t create it, I didn’t suggest it, it just is so. The last time I felt utter relaxation was July 16th. After a particularly excellent roll in the hay with Alex. That was the last time he and I had sex. It may very well be the last time we ever have sex.
I physically need to feel that calm again. Acupuncture is not helping. Running, skiing, 
meditating is not helping. Self-satisfying is not helping either for those who were wondering. I actually cry half the time after I peak from engaging in self-love.
I cry. That cannot be normal and it is certainly not relaxing, calming or stress relieving.
So, I’ll say it again. I need to get laid. For the sake of my health I need to get laid!
Hey, there are plenty of self-destructive behaviors I could be engaging in to “calm” me down. I would say a nice sex session is a fairly benign act.
I’m not going to do it. It’s not gunna happen. Which sucks. So, guys, you can applaud the horny slut for keeping it her pants this time. As much as I need the benefits, I cannot deal with the with the potential emotional risks right now.
Yay for staying celibate, actually, no but I’ll go with it for now.
~ the audacious, hella stressed out, amateur blogger
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holy crap! I have not seen a bigger slut. Nice! Your kind keeps men everywhere satiated. But please don’t go getting an STD or cervical cancer and ruining it all. Thank you!
First. You WISH you were Alex. Haaha.
Oh man, thank GOD he was my last fuck. Wiped me clean of Mike,. I woulda been pissed if my foray into celibacy had ended like… That, w mike, i shudder at the thought.
Nah, get nailed by my … By the one, not just anyONE, my magnum man. So deep… Mmmm.
Second. Men spread HPV not women. They are carriers and I test negative for it so…. Yah (had other issues women problems unrelated to sex – hard to have those when you haven’t had it in 8 mos, but never tested positive for HPV
Third. Read this quick you chicken shit.
No valid email = potential … Anything. Leaves the mind free to wander… Back to Alex or jake, yea jake…
Oh well. Never saw a bigger slut? Hmmm, you must not not fucked, I mean out much, a slut who slept w people she cared about and hasn’t since she hasn’t met anyone she has had feelings for… You a Mormon or something? Those are some weird “slut credentials”
My superwoman snatch conquered devilish dick. You been tested?
Tell me. I usually do what u want. Take down this site? Is that the end goal. Or to simply be a pest. A rat, a mouse, an army of ants charging through a kitchen. That is what you are. A pest.
Slut? What is this word? This term we use so broadly. It is a social construct. The word didn’t exist until 300 years ago. People screwed. They felt pleasure
You are nothin. You will always be nothing. I don’t care how many at bills u have if you are named friggen man of the year – so was hitler. he an idol of yours??? Man of the year – the hitler of tomorrow. Is this, your attempt at blog genocide??
Amazing! I found a woman who, what ARE the odds, that at the same time as me had also not had that primal pounding since July!? She expresses her desires in a very descriptive post, a fantasy she has during a long car ride. The whole time waiting, pining, dreaming about getting home so the can scratch her itch with her own hands. I wish I could have cried out to her; why wait??
After say, the 4th or 5th 6+ hour car ride, lonely drive on a lonely road trip, I just went for it. Let my fingers make there way down, moving the seat back giving me space to give proper investigation and attention to the area of my body begging for attention. I would tease myself, keep on the edge of orgasm for … an hour, hey, why not? I got time.
I remember the first time I actually reached orgasm from this activity. Usually fear of losing control and crashing my car then having to explain… well I believe mentally blocked my ability to peak. I was driving from Boulder Colorado to Colorado Springs. It is not really that long of a drive actually but I had been sexting with a guy I was dating back in DC for the duration of my trip to Colorado and was getting REALLY antsy. This was about 3 years ago. So, i played my game, spent 45 minutes or so on the empty midwestern roads touching and rubbing and getting myself so worked up that by the time I had REACHED a major highway, with intersections and exits and cars, so many cars, I couldn’t stop the eruption. I burst and had one of the strongest orgasms of my life (the longer you hold that teasing, stay on the cusp the stronger the big-o, at least this is what i have found to be the case).
No, I did not kill anyone or myself, miraculously. I was nearly blinded by pleasure, this orgasm felt like it lasted an hour when in reality it was probably only 45 seconds or so. Afterwards, I was light-headed and in shock. Had anyone seen the unmasked pleasure on my face as I came, driving down the highway?
After this first “break through” I do it, whenever the urge strikes. Though now I do make sure I am on empty roads. That trip across southwest Colorado, the 9 hour drive from phoenix to pagosa springs, straight 9 hours of empty road, masturbation was one of the only ways to keep myself from falling asleep (lol ok excuses excuses). I recall, on that same trip on the road from Durango to Taos, it was all desert. Snow covered desert. One paved road surrounded by flat plains of desert. I could swerve completely out of control and it wouldnt matter a bit. I was the only car on the road for the whole 5 hour trip. That was a great climax too…
so, lady, next time you are on a long ride, take a ride by yourself, cmon it wont kill anyone – well it might but hey we do what we gotta do right!
http://soselfindulgent.wordpress.com/2012/11/30/no-sex-in-months/
check it. its good shit.
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Slut.
Call me.
I love your honesty. How long has it been for you? 8 months for me … * sniffle* I feel ya.
So, it hasn’t really been that long. I’ve gone 8 months. It sucks. Right now, it’s technically been about 6-8 weeks. That was just a one night stand though. Last meaningful time July 16, 4 months, last time with the guy who made me get USED to getting laid regularly, June 25, 5 months.
I think, aside from my stress issues, I crave sex more because I got used to having it. My brain got used to the chemicals released. I’m like in withdrawal till my brain can return to homeostasis. That and the cuddling. Miss that too.
Ugh, another reason I hate him. Got me all used to feeling, liked, sharing emotions, connecting. I was USED to being alone, he had to go screw it all up!
Thanx for writing so much
Suggestions?All I can say is that stop giving a damn to everything and do just what u like doing…meditating just because others say that it relieves stress is not fun(can tell u this from personal experience)….Exercising when u are not enjoying the exercise will only add to your stress.
If u have a hobby like reading,read some good book(If u like philosophy,read thought-provoking novels).
If u want to experience something new,try learning a new skill(try learning a musical instrument for example)….Even then if nothing helps,just have patience…U’ll find some reason to smile soon…
Frankly speaking,I don’t perceive sex as an absolute mental or physical desire.But u wrote ”I physically need to feel that calm again”…So I thought right now it’s more of a physical need for u…Anyway,as u said,u can’t prevent it from being there!
Ok. Need is a strong word. People can live like.. Months wo eating right (not wo water though), and no nuns and priests have not dropped dead from, ahem, scratching that itch.
However, the nature of sex, the reason why we receive pleasure from it, is because it is a biological imperative. Our bodies are designed to reward us for doing 2 things: reproduction for the survival of the human species, and surviving (and performing behaviors) until a. We reproduce and b. live long enough to rear the child until it can survive on its own (and as mentioned before perform acts that ameliorate the child rearing process, such as a 2-parent household aka monogamy, contributing to the community so assist in the thriving of the next generation and other acts that are needed for both self survival and ensuring the next gens survival – hence why we gain pleasure from rewarding jobs, eating fatty sugar laden foods which were in the past scarce and therefore we instinctually hoard them when available, building a “home” for our families and contributing to society in general but particularly to kin – nepotism anyone? GW bush has to be grateful for THAT evolutionary instinct!)
So, yes sex would help calm my nerves, but at this time, it could only be relations with someone I was in a loving monogamous relationship with… P risk the aftermath of being “humped and dumped”. Guess, it’s more meditation, medication, exercise and whatever else – I am taking suggestions btw!
I appreciate ur honest thoughts…Sex is a physical need of the body….Just like we crave for food when we are hungry,one desires to have sex at regular intervals.It’s all because of those bioreceptors,not our fault!
Nope we can’t! Like I said. We dont have to act (we don’t have to eat either but then we would die…) on the impulse, but you can’t prevent it from being there!
I have six sisters. A wife and three daughters. I know woman are the same as men. Just more polite. I like when woman are direct. I like Texas. Those woman gave you the rules and were honest. I like the honest thoughts in the blog. Thank you.
I truly appreciate that you appreciate our pain as well. We were all born with these… receptors and physical needs. I don’t think one sex has the right to claim that their need is worse than ours.
In fact, if we never wanted to have sex… well, humans would become extinct fairly quickly!