TMI Tuesday: August 30, 2022

It's time for a TMI Tuesday blog confessional!

List 10 things you screwed up.

1) I spent too much time in my life worrying about keeping the number of sex partners I had in a low range instead of just enjoying myself and having sex with whomever I wanted to at the time.

2) I've given out way too many blow jobs to men who had no intention of ever pleasing me in return.

3) Allowing people to take advantage of me and/or fuck with my head. I am too nice to people who treat me horribly in return. I need to stop doing that.

4) I should have reported the teacher who tried to have sex with me in high school. I fear that he preyed on someone else after he was unsuccessful with me.

5) I wish I didn't convince Trystan to fuck me. He is very gay and I fear that I may have made him feel obligated at the time. I still feel guilty about that.

6) I should have partied more in college instead of wasting all that time studying for a degree that I don't even use.

7) Sex with the Doctor was a mistake. When I think about it now, there were so many red flags that I ignored.

8) Sex with G was also a mistake but the BDSM scene we had was so good that I think about it often. I wish we could have kept the kink without the sex.

9) I spent a ton of money on calling cards in high school so that I could have phone sex with random men from the internet. That was probably a poor choice.

10) When a band offered me money to record my moan to put on their album, I should have said yes. I'll forever regret that I didn't go for it.

Bonus: What do you need advice on?

How do I find someone who actually wants to have a relationship instead of people who ghost me after talking for 2 weeks?

For the Love of Phone Sex

I recently rearranged my bedroom. In the process, I found an old phone book that I used from about 1998 to 2006. It was full of phone numbers and screen names of people who I used to have phone sex with pretty often. I hadn't thought of those guys in a long time but as soon as I saw the names, memories of the past started flooding back to me. I have so many fun memories from those times. I can't help but wonder if they ever think of me.

When I was 15, I had so much phone sex with people I met on the internet that I racked up a $400 phone bill. My grandmother was not pleased, to say the least. One day, I got so into a phone sex session that my grandmother walked in on me and asked if I was alright. That was embarrassing but it still didn't stop me from continuing. I couldn't get enough. There was always at least one guy who was available whenever I wanted it. I was addicted.

I moved in with my boyfriend, J1, in California when I turned 16. I was getting sex daily but I still couldn't stop thinking about phone sex. J1 used to go to his dad's house every other weekend due to a joint custody arrangement. I talked him into calling me and having phone sex while he was there. He thought it was excessive but I loved every moment of it.

After almost two years of being together, J1 and I broke up. As soon as it was official, I pulled out that little phone book and reached out to all of those guys that I used to talk to. They were happy to hear from me and it didn't take long before we were back at it again. The only problem was, I still lived with J1 for six months after we broke up, so I used to use his mom's bed when I'd have phone sex since I couldn't do it around him. I look back now and think, "What were you thinking?" but honestly, I just felt so desperate that I didn't even care. On the bright side, all of that phone sex helped me let go of my abusive ex and move on.

Thinking back on all of this has made me aware of the massive amount of phone sex that I used to have. I did it a lot but I was so awful at it. They would tell me all the things they wanted to do to me and I would close my eyes and fantasize about it. I rarely said actual words. I would just touch myself, breathe heavy, and moan into the phone when I orgasmed. Even so, they seemed to love it. No one ever complained and they always came back for more. They would tell me that my moan was the most amazing thing they had ever heard. So, maybe that was enough?

As I got older, I realized that phone sex was much more involved than just masturbating with someone else on the other end of the phone listening to you. Honestly, though, all I care about is hearing your breath quicken as you touch yourself and then hearing you moan my name as you cum. I really don't need all that talking.

I stopped having phone sex in my early twenties. I figured I just wasn't good enough at it and now that I was an adult, I couldn't really get away with it anymore. Thinking about having phone sex with someone now makes me feel anxious. I know I'm not good at it and I feel like I would just be a letdown for someone. I do miss it so much though. It's my favorite way to masturbate. It always makes me cum so hard. 

A few years ago, Husband was out of town for work. He was staying in a hotel room and I thought that was the perfect opportunity to have some phone sex. It had been so long since we did that. It excited me so much that my pussy was literally dripping. As I fucked myself with a glass dildo, he could hear the wetness over the phone. I came so hard that I squirted across the room. That is how much phone sex turns me on. You can read about that phone sex session here. 

Sadly, I believe that was the last time I had phone sex. Even if I was good at it, no one likes having phone sex anymore. It's all about the video chat now. Phone sex just seems so boring compared to that. Well, I've done the video chat masturbation thing a few times and I have to say, it's just not my thing. I'm so distracted. I'm trying to watch my partner on the video but I'm worried about what I look like to them. Am I making a weird face? Do my fat rolls look unappealing? Am I in a good position for them to see? I'm just completely worried about what I look like and I can't focus. My orgasms were not very powerful due to being distracted and honestly, it wasn't that much more exciting to be able to see my partner. I would much rather use my imagination and get lost in a fantasy while listening to them on the phone.

At this point, I am not sure if I should just give up on the idea of ever having phone sex again or hold out hope that I might meet someone who is as into it as I am. I don't want to seem like the boring girl who just wants to masturbate over the phone. I just don't see myself really doing the video chat thing ever again. 

It's cool if you're not into it, but if by chance, you are, I'll send you all the sexy photos and I'll moan your name into the phone as I cum. Phone sex will forever be one of my most favorite things.

Born a Nympho

I have a very good long term memory. I can remember things as far back as when I was 2 years old. I vividly remember sitting in my high chair eating breakfast and watching wrestling with my grandpa. I loved Hulk Hogan. There are so many early childhood memories that have stayed with me all these years. This is how I know that I was born a nymphomaniac.

From as far back as my memories go, I was obsessed with masturbation. I was always touching myself. Not just because I was curious but because my vulva was always tingly and it felt so good to stimulate it. When I was 4 years old, I was playing in my mom's room. I found a Penthouse magazine on the headboard of her bed. I opened it up and was amazed at what I saw. My older sister ended up walking in on me and told my mom that I was reading her "dirty magazine." I got in trouble for it but I didn't care. I needed to see more. I started to sneak into my mom's room often to find any other magazines that I could. When I was 5 years old, I accidentally tore my hymen while masturbating. My finger went too far inside my vagina and it burned and felt very painful. I remember being afraid that I had hurt myself badly. I told my mom what had happened and she brushed it off and said I was fine. I was a little shaken up but that didn't stop me.

By the time I was 8, I started experimenting further by sticking toys into my vagina. I would insert Barbie legs, markers, crayons, doll hands, etc. During bath time, I would lie on my belly and slide my body up and down the length of the bathtub while touching myself. Around this time, my stepdad started watching porn in the living room. I would peek around the corner from my room and watch it without him knowing. I was so intrigued. Watching the people hump each other gave me ideas. I remember lying on the cement basement floor, humping the ground because the coldness felt so good on my genitals. I progressed from there and started to put dolls underneath me and hump them.

I continued to masturbate a LOT throughout my childhood. Even when I wasn't masturbating, I was always thinking about sex. My Barbie dolls were always having sex. When I was 11, I got my period for the first time. I had gotten some tampon samples from school. Instead of using them for their intended purpose, I decided to masturbate with them. When I was 13, I found my mom's dildo in her room. I couldn't help myself. I took it to the bathroom, washed it to make sure it was clean, and then stuck it inside my vagina. It felt amazing and after that day, I became obsessed with losing my virginity.

I got my first boyfriend soon after that. I begged him to have sex with me. We were only 13 and he wasn't ready, so he told me no. I harassed him about it a lot. I couldn't understand why he wouldn't want to experience that pleasure. It shouldn't come as a surprise that he broke up with me. I did the same thing to my next three boyfriends. None of them would have sex with me either. I felt like I was so horny that I was losing my mind. Sex was all I could think about. It was definitely an obsession.

Even after all of the masturbating I had done, I still hadn't achieved an orgasm. To be honest, I didn't even know girls could have orgasms. When I was 14, the room I had at my mom's house didn't have a door. I hung a sheet up to give a little bit of privacy but it didn't help much. My room was attached to my younger sister's room, so she would often walk in no matter how many times I asked her to knock first. My room was also attached to the garage, so my step dad was always walking through unannounced. He was a mechanic, so he basically lived in the garage. Because of all of that, I did most of my daytime masturbating in the bathroom. One day I was sitting on the toilet masturbating, as I often did, and I felt this intense build-up and then a very powerful release. Pleasure shot through my body and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I whispered to myself, "What the fuck was that?" From that point on, I started masturbating in very unhealthy amounts. I was having at least 30 orgasms per day. I would even go to the bathroom at school and masturbate there. I started to fantasize about getting raped just so I could finally lose my virginity. I felt so desperate. I kept hearing that boys are full of hormones and just want to get into your pants. But every boy I tried to have sex with kept turning me down. It was driving me crazy.

When I was 15, I started having a lot of phone sex with random people I met on the internet. They would call me and tell me about all the things they wanted to do to me. It excited me so much. I was finally getting some sexual attention and it felt amazing. It wasn't long after that when I started giving blow jobs out like handshakes. Every time I would find myself alone with a guy, I'd go down on him. I figured if I couldn't find a guy who would take my virginity, at least I could have a penis inside one of my holes. I couldn't even tell you how many guys I sucked off. There were so many.

Soon after I turned 16, I finally got a boyfriend who agreed to have sex with me. I lost my virginity and it wasn't a disappointment. A few days later, I even talked him into trying anal sex. I moved in with him 2 months later. We had so much sex. Throughout our 1.5 year relationship, there wasn't a day that went by that we didn't have sex at least once. I wanted to have sex every couple hours but that was way too much for him. I had to live with 1-3 times per day. To a normal person, I'm sure that sounds like a lot of sex. But it didn't feel like enough for me. I was constantly trying to grab his penis or suck on it. He got irritated and I didn't understand. I had always been taught that men always wanted sex. Well, apparently not as much as I do.

Throughout the rest of my teenage years and halfway through my 20s, I lusted after so many people and fantasized about having sex with them. I was always too scared of being thought of as slutty. Too scared of having the number of people I had sex with go into double digits. Too scared of STIs. So, even though everything in my body was telling me to have sex with as many people as I could, my brain told me no. Sometimes I feel thankful for that since being young and promiscuous can be a bad combination. Other times, I feel like I missed out on so many opportunities.

At this point in my life, I have let go of the worries about being seen as a slut. I actually enjoy feeling slutty or being called a slut. I don't care about my number of sex partners getting higher anymore. That doesn't bother me at all. I'll admit that I'm still terrified of STIs but I'm very into safe sex, so hopefully that will never be an issue.

The truth is, I lust hard. I'm very picky but when I crush on someone, it gets intense in my head. I can't stop thinking about it and if I can't have what I want, it's hard for me to accept. I love having sex with new people. The idea of experiencing a lot of different penises inside me is so exciting. I love sex with my husband. Our sex life is amazing. He pleases me like no one else ever has but I'm not sure I could go on in life having sex with only him. I know that if I did, I would never be truly satisfied. I'm constantly thinking about sex. I can't get it out of my head. Even in normal everyday conversation, I'm thinking about sex and wishing that's what we were talking about instead of whatever it is we are discussing. Most of the things that come out of my mouth have something to do with sex. I feel like I have a constant hard on. My clit is always tingling. This is just who I am and always have been. A nymphomaniac.

Hot phone sex and a punishment

Husband went away for a day and a half on a work trip. It seemed longer than it actually was. I guess that would be the case for someone who is as addicted to sex as I am. See, if I had a girlfriend, that wouldn't even be a problem. Alas, that has not happened for me yet. So, Husband and I decided to have phone sex. It started with some dirty texts from my husband ordering me to touch myself. "Have you touched yourself tonight?", he asked. After responding with a no, he said, "Do it now." Seeing that turned me on so much. I love being ordered to do dirty things. He told me step by step what to do. I did as I was told...massaging my breasts, playing with my nipples, rubbing my clit, sticking my finger inside me and tasting my juices. Eventually I suggested that we continue on the phone. I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to hear his breath get heavier as he stroked his cock. I wanted to hear him moan as he climaxed. He agreed and called me.

He told me to get one of the glass dildos and stick it inside me. It was so cold but I didn't have time to warm it up. I placed it under my breast for a few seconds, hoping that it would warm up a little. He ordered me to put it inside my pussy, so I laid back down, spread my legs and slowly stuck it inside myself. I moaned as I winced from the coldness. My pussy was so hot that it didn't take long before the toy was hot as well. I was so wet that my pussy juices started to run down my ass. With every stroke the toy made, in and out of my pussy, the more wet it became. I increased the speed of the strokes...faster...and faster. Husband said he wanted to hear the sound of my juices, so I put the phone down by my pussy as I continued to fuck myself with the toy. I knew he could hear it because he started to moan. He said it sounded like I was about to squirt all over. I had never done that to myself before, so I wasn't sure what to expect. Husband told me that if I squirted, I would have to put a toy in my ass. I didn't want to do that, so I kind of ignored what he said and continued to fuck myself. Soon I felt like I was getting ready to cum, so I concentrated on what I was doing, making sure to hit my G-spot with every stroke. I felt the build-up and then BAM! My whole body tensed up, I felt an amazing release of pleasure spreading through my body and I squirted all over my ass and my legs. He asked me if I had squirted and I told him I did. Then, I started to rub my clit. It only took a few seconds before I was cumming again. This time Husband orgasmed with me. I loved hearing his moans over the phone. Knowing that he was touching himself and thinking about me excited me so much. He didn't mention the part about me having to put a toy in my ass, so I figured he didn't really care anymore. We said goodnight and went to sleep.

The next night, Husband came home. Earlier in the day, my pants had split in the ass. It was quite embarrassing and I'm sure lots of people saw my panties as I was shopping and making my way home. I hope they enjoyed what they saw. I was so busy taking care of things when I got home, that I just left those pants on. When Husband got home, we went into the bedroom. He lit a candle and turned off the light. Then, he wrapped his arms around me, kissed my lips and led me over to the bed. He turned me around fast, pushed the top half of my body down hard onto the bed and ripped my pants off. Then, he removed my panties and shoved his cock into my pussy from behind. He fucked me hard while holding me down. He stopped and asked if I had stuck something in my ass like he told me to. Oops. I told him I didn't do it and he asked me why. I said I was just a bad girl. He said, "You know bad girls get punished, don't you?" I got goosebumps all over my body when he said that. I was so turned on that I could feel my pussy get wetter.

Husband picked up a bottle of lube that was sitting on the nightstand and poured some on my ass. It was so cold that I winced and tried to pull away. He grabbed my hips, pulled me up against his body again and slapped my ass hard. I moaned and melted back into the bed. He grabbed a pink anal toy and slowly inserted it into my ass. Once he got it all the way in, he began to fuck me again...soft at first and then harder. Eventually he flipped me over so he could get a better view. My ass was half hanging off the bed and my legs were up on his shoulders. He fucked me so very hard and I was loving it. Am I supposed to love a punishment so much? I wasn't sure if I should be trying to hide the pleasure I was getting from it. It is always written all over my face though and I can't help but moan when it feels good. He took the toy out of my ass so I could have a G-Spot orgasm. He started fucking me again and it felt so much better to be able to squeeze my pussy muscles around his cock. It's too hard for me to do that when my ass is filled with a toy. As he fucked me, I moved my hips in a circle and squeezed his cock in rhythm with his strokes. He started to moan out and that sent me over the edge. I had a G-spot orgasm unexpectedly, but it was amazing. I then used my fingers to rub my clit. I squeezed my muscles around his cock again and as soon as I heard him start to cum, I orgasmed with him. Mmmm. I love cumming together. That has to be one of the best things.

After he pulled out, he told me that next time if I don't listen to him, he's going to use the strap on to fuck both of my holes at the same time. Is it wrong that I am planning to disobey again?