A word of advice?
If you're a woman, and you're unable to orgasm,
and you have photos of your family
anywhere near
a place you regularly like to have sex?
Move them. Seriously.
If you're a woman, and you're unable to orgasm,
and you have photos of your family
anywhere near
a place you regularly like to have sex?
Move them. Seriously.
It works.
ReplyDeletePersonal experience. :o)
Heh, that was a quick comment.
ReplyDeleteNo, funny story behind that one. I'm off work, and have ambitious plans, so the first thing I'm doing is serious spring cleaning. As a result, I'm moving all my family photos.
I moved my bed yesterday, rearranged it against the wall for better "access" in certain positions.
Having rehung all my photos in the hall outside my bedroom, I was all happy, strolled in here to read some comments, and turned around, and as I hit my bed, realized I could now see a photo of my dead mother from my bed, in the exact position I'd be in for one of my favourite, most animalistic positions.
I promptly grabbed my hammer and reversed everything I had just accomplished.
No family mementoes, no family photos in my bedroom. One teddy bear. Everything else is Grown Up and Androgynous. :)
I'm so glad I didn't have to wait until I had sex to see the error of my ways. Thank god for being a smart cookie!
So, you moved yours, and all the world became a happy place filled with orgasms?
thank the fucking lord that this non-orgasming person is no longer me...
ReplyDeleteJazz -- LOL. Your ship done sailed, milady. Lucky you. :)
ReplyDeleteV-Boat -- Exactly. Chicks have so many problems orgasming sometimes that every little advantage you can gain -- owning your space, getting rid of things too blatantly connected to your youth, childhood, or family, a picture of an old-bf, etc -- can pose huge delay-of-pleasure problems.
Simple step, but it's a big statement to make to yourself, too, "They don't belong here, this is my space."
I'm glad you'll rethink the thought if it occurs to you. :)
I mean, hey, I know better, and I almost did it by accident. Sometimes we just don't realize the impact.
People, I'd listen to her if I were you.
ReplyDeleteDon't analyze why...just do it.
My ex-wife was a painter of some skill [but little talent] and had painted a large canvas with images from her childhood - including a large one of her mother, plus a small one each of her older [and unpleasant] brother and younger sister. She mounted it to the wall over the bed of her apartment before we got married.
ReplyDeleteWe ended up having sex on the floor in the living room because it creeped me out so much.
gag.