The Big O or Go Fukuoku Yourself
The Ex Files
I know I haven't written in a while. I've been up to my ying yang in all kinds of nonsense. I'm in escrow on a condo. (Honey, I'm home!) I found out I had osteoporosis (Kind of explains what happened with my knee) And I've been working my ass off, both at work and with a personal trainer. Having been in a wheelchair for four weeks got me looking like the Pillsbury doughboy so between that and the need to do weight training to stave off the osteoporosis, I've been getting busy at the gym. See, I want to start dating again and I'm not going to do anything until I lose 15 pounds. I'm now hovering between a 10 and a 12 and my ass resembles some of my older aunts which simply will not do. There was a time when my nickname was "Bones." Now I'm sure "Thunder thighs" would be more appropriate.
I'm also exercising something else in preparation for dating. Yep, that's right. I'm having sex with someone I love -- myself. My therapist suggested I get busy in the nether regions and I must admit I had a pretty decent orgasm last night.
The funny thing is, I was never one for serious masturbation. In the past, I've been very sexually active. I always had a boyfriend or husband who was happy to oblige and so, I never felt the need.
I also think I didn't have a clue how to do it myself, so I didn't bother. But the problem was, while I was sexually active, I don't think I was ever all that sexually satisfied. (Sigh) Especially while I was married. Sex was just ok with my EX. Sure, he carried a big stick, he just really didn't know what to do with it. We never broke the bed like Enjoli and her G-man. Oh sure it was warm and snuggly, but it was never a firestorm. At least, not for me. I think I probably had two real orgasms with my EX over 15 years. So I'm making up for lost time.
