The other morning, I could tell my boyfriend wanted to have sex. My mind immediately went to all the reasons we couldn’t: I’d slept in and therefore was already probably late for work, I needed to brush my teeth, we’d run out of lube… the list goes on. And then I stopped myself. Why was my instinct to think of all the reasons why now would be a bad time? And then it hit me: I just wanted a quickie.
I’d say I’m horny almost every day but if I’m alone, I’ll usually get my vibrator to work and it’ll be an efficient ten minutes of pleasure until orgasm. Sometimes I’ll take my time and romance myself, but I don’t always feel the need to do that. Often, I just want to cum. But I didn’t want to tell my boyfriend that. I was afraid that he’d be offended, that he’d insist on taking his time, that he’d want the whole production, that he’d want to connect and make love. And that I’d be an asshole, for not wanting that.
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