I think my blog post title really sums my feelings from the evening:
A Good Fucking Never Hurts & Always Helps.
Maybe that isn't always true, but I think it might be (for me)!
It was just a sexy night. I rarely drink, but last night I got nice and buzzed and really felt like my inhibitions were lowered (not that I needed them to be- but it was still fun). My friend and I made out and groped each other, and after not too long, I took him into a room. Delicious oral sex, lots of coming, and lots of pounding ensued. It was so fun! And such a release, so cathartic.
And then coming home with J, and doing that again complete with dirty talking and my Hitachi. Sometimes I feel like my life is so delicious, it just makes me want to laugh and cry.
And then I wake up the next morning, after a kind of crappy day yesterday, and think to myself: I fucking got this. I am ME and I'll do what feels right! And if it's being a kick-ass therapist who has different ideas about sexuality and relationships and a different way of operating and a different environment she wants to work in, so be it. I got this.
