Monday, October 22, 2012

Sex and My Mental State

It’s mental for me.

My husband knows this. When he wants to get me in the mood he begins by stimulating my mind. He compliments me, talks dirty to me and all before he begins to touch me in all the right places.

Sex for me is mental. If I am not there mentally, it’s probably not going to happen. It does not have to be about romance because if it did I would not have married the man that I did. It is about stimulating my mind as well as my body.

I am a worrier. I worry about everything. I find it very hard to relax. I feel like I have so much to worry about. I worry about my kids and their well-being; I worry about my husband and his emotional state. I worry all the time and sometimes it can affect my sex drive.

I have spent the past month doing nothing but working on my novel. I pour so much of me into it, I leave little energy for much else and that includes sex.

My mind gets so preoccupied and I stress out so much that I make it difficult for anyone to stimulate me. I get into a zone and my mind focuses on one thing.

However, when the writing is done and I can take a break for a minute, I get ravenous. I want sex and I want it now. I just get the urge to fuck with abandonment. I get so incredibly horny I think I wear my husband out. It is the strangest thing.

For example, this past weekend I was still a little stressed about writing my novel. I had just finished and though I was done with the first draft, I still felt depressed. I worry about whether anyone will like it, will anyone want to read it. This happens at the completion of any novel or short story I write. There is a period of self-doubt that I go through.

So in order to get me out of my funk, my husband took me to dinner and he decided we should take a trip with the kids to Venice Beach.

 
The combination of the ocean and having fun with my family took all the stress away. I felt rejuvenated and much more relaxed. On the drive back I could barely contain myself. I could feel my clit throbbing and as we drove through the mountains every dip and bump threatened to send me over the edge.

I was so ready to go when we got home but the kids wanted some more Mommy and daddy time. I had to wait until they were asleep to lay it on my hubby. It was an all-night good old fashioned fuck fest.

It has always been a mental thing for me and I am lucky my husband knows it. When I get too out of myself and unable to connect to plan things that relax me and pull into a better state of mind.

He says he loves to see a smile on my face because that means that I am stress free. It also means that I am closer to putting him in my mouth and going to town until he comes hard.

Come to think of it, I think that is more likely his real reason.

 

2 comments:

  1. I'm the same way. Knowing how much stress Jill usually has on her plate, the sight of a genuine smile on her face reassures me that she's over it, or is at least processing it.

    I know I come off as a typical guy but sex is partially mental/psychological for me as well. I can have sex without being engaged on that level, but it helps if I am, and nine times out of ten it will result in better sex. I've always been this way.

    Sorry to hear about your stress and your worries, but glad to hear that your trip to the beach helped. For what it's worth, the picture of you in the surf is helping with my stress as well, because you look absolutely gorgeous.

    -Jack

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    1. Awww! Thank you :-)You are so sweet and that is one of the qualties that i love about you!

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