Sincere's Celibacy Chronicles Vol. 2- Sexual Myths CONFIRMED

Today's Sexual Myth CONFIRMED: Chocolate is a celibate woman's bestfriend.

I am a self-proclaimed junk food junkie. I make it a rule to indulge in something sweet at least once a day. When I'm in a relationship swapping sweets for sex is satisfyingly sufficient. However, we all know the name of the game by now, and sadly, there is no satisfyingly sufficient swapping going on. Most days I am beyond frustrated, irritated, and restless, and I don't always feel like working out. As a result the number of books I read in a month has spiked, I've rediscovered my obsession with fashion magazines, and my consumption of chocolate is off the charts. I have eaten the equivalent of at least three king-sized chocolate bars this week alone. It's kind of hard to explain the effects of chocolate on a celibate woman, but I'll take a stab at it. The mechanics of tasting chocolate is reminiscent of the way sex feels, without the anticipation of an orgasm (damn). When I taste chocolate it's the meeting of my tongue, a smooth, warm, wet place, and a hard, velvety, bittersweet piece of candy. Once the two meet the sweetness lingers a little and with a little caressing, gradually the two melt into each other. Immediately, happiness ensues and a smile comes across my lips. Euphoria. Like sex, the more chocolate I have, the more I want. The craving increases with every bite until my heart is content. Afterwards I like to lull in the sweetness of what just transpired. If it's really good, a nap will soon follow. Every once in a while, when I realize what I've done, I feel a little guilty, but usually it's all good.

The Sex Saga Continues. . .

For some reason I feel the need to keep you all updated on my sex life, or lack thereof. I've received some very helpful suggestions from some of my female readers on how to handle this debacle. And I want you ladies to know I've taken it all to heart. I even made a trip to an Adult Store Saturday night to shop around for toys. While it's worth noting that I was amazed at the many choices of "toys" and contraptions available for my personal stimulating pleasure, particularly the Rabbit Pearl, I left the store empty-handed. The entire experience was most amusing, and somewhat pathetic. I just couldn't imagine myself using any of those things (at least not alone). I never liked stuffed animals as a little girl. I don't do fake bags. I don't do fake hair. And I don't do fake penis. I'm a realist. Typically, I'm not a soda drinker but if I choose to drink soda, I drink Coca-Cola because "it's the real thing."

I'm the kind of person who will stand out in the rain with no umbrella just so I can say I've had the actual experience of knowing what it feels like. Nothing tops a real life experience for me. But I'm also an open minded person, and I'll try almost anything once within good reason, hence the reason I entertained the idea of going to shop for toys in the first place. However, I've decided to go a different route and challenge my sexual frustrations, rather than satisfy them. I'm deciding to be celibate. For how long, I'm not quite sure, but if we start counting from my last sexual encounter, so far, it's been four months. So you see, I didn't choose celibacy, celibacy chose me. The past four months have been very difficult, but not overly so, and I think the worst is over. So going at least another four months in the desert seems feasible (from where I stand right now anyway). But of course there is a problem (it wouldn't be Sincere, if there weren't a problem). Although I have not engaged in copulation in four months, I have engaged in oral sex. These were only two isolated incidents within my four month dry spell, and there was no breaking and entering involved, so technically, I'm thinking I'm in the clear.

So I'm asking for your opinions, when a person decides to be celibate, does oral sex count?

I know what I think the answer is, but it is too heartbreaking, and infuriating to admit to myself. It's like standing in line at the DMV for half an hour on a particularly busy day, and then realizing you've been standing in the wrong line. So please break it to me gently. I'm half hoping you all will tell me what I want to hear. The right answer will mean that I can continue on my path of celibacy, and in a few months it'll all be over. The wrong answer (which is really the right answer) will mean that my path of celibacy just started about two weeks ago, and I have a very long road ahead of me. However, either way, I am going to do my absolute best to stick it out (admire the irony).

I've been celibate in the past before for a whole year and three months, so I'm sure I can handle this. Of course that was after my very first sexual experience which was HORRIBLE. Consequently, I didn't have much in the way of good sexual memories to torture me. Since then, however, I've managed to rack up a few really good times, and my last sexual encounter was hands down thee best sex of my life, so this go round, this celibacy thing is proving to be HELL some days. On those days I find a little exercise does a body good, so I workout or take a vigorous walk, and that usually takes care of it. Plus I know that when I finally do have sex my body is going to be dangerous! In the meantime, I'll continue to provide weekly updates on my progress, and the joys (if any), and woes of celibacy in a new series to Luv's Detriment entitled, Sincere's Celibacy Chronicles. I'll post updates every Friday until I decide to ditch the desert and climb off of the celibacy camel. While I can't predict how great each post will be, I can promise you it will be candid, if not mildly entertaining. Maybe I can live vicariously through your sex lives, feel free to drop any especially good time memories in my email box ( seeing as how that's the only box that will be getting anything dropped into it for a while).

Wish me Luck!
Sincere Lee

1+1=2

If you recall a few posts back I expressed my raging, insanely out-of-control need to have sex. Unfortunately, not much has changed since then. The opportunities have been there, so at this point it is my choice to continue to suffer this way. There are only two reasons why I woman would turn down a perfectly good opportunity to have sex when she really, really needs to. Either she's married, or her number is nearing the maximum; my reason is the latter. I will not reveal exactly what my number is, but I will say that it is not in the double digits yet. With men, the higher the number the better (at least that seems to be the consensus amongst most men), so naturally, the opposite is true for women(I don't make the rules, it's the American way). So I have one of two options. I can either screw the next guy who makes it beyond a third date, or I can dip back into my crate of oldies but goodies.

Either way this is an extremely tricky situation. The consequences and repercussions that accompany sex with a new guy are endless, but most importantly (besides the obvious STD's and/or a baby daddy) I'm taking the risk that the sex could be bad. I cannot afford to take that big a risk. Because I'm only about two penis's away from my max, I have to choose very wisely. The chosen one need only be attractive, and have the xy chromosome accompanied by a respectable sized member. The sex does not have to be mind-blowing, but it has to be good, otherwise it's not worth it. Herein lies the obvious issue, how the hell am I supposed to know all of this for sure about a complete stranger after only a few dates, or a million dates for that matter. I suppose there's word of mouth, the size of his hands or feet, or any of those other mythical methods of determining a man's worth in bed. However "what they say" has never proven to be anything less than a major let-down for me. The probability that sex with a new guy will end negatively is very high.

Sex with an ex can be just as disappointing. I always think of that message that's printed on the rear-view mirror of a car, objects may seem closer than they appear. Inevitably, the risk of someone catching feelings, or wanting to get back what we never had will rear its ugly head. In my particular case that someone will without a doubt be him. I have mastered the art of having sex without falling in love, particularly with an ex. I have to admit that I'm a bit of a heartbreaker. Not in the conceited, I'm so great they just can't help themselves way, but in the sense that I get bored very easily. It takes a lot to hold my attention for longer than five minutes before I'm thinking about the next thing to do. Consequently I've been the one to call it quits in the majority of the relationships I've been a part of. I'm hardly a bitch about it, unless the guy acts like a bitch; but when I'm done, I'm done. So if I decide that I need to go back it's just sex. Nothing. else. The great thing about sex with an ex is that my number stays put, and I already know what I'm getting. So for arguments sake, sex with an ex trumps sex with a new guy. But which ex? and the saga continues. . .

Love Squared Part Quatre- Elation's Equivalent

It felt like Christmas. I woke up early, earlier than I usually do, to make sure it wasn't all a dream. "Babe, relax" you sleepily say to me, playfully pulling me back down under the sheets with you. You pull me closer to you. I surrender. A streak of sunshine warms my face. A soft giggle escapes my lips as you kiss the back of my neck. Your fingers interlock with mine. I smile and sigh. Relaxation slips in between my thoughts of us the night before. I anticipate what will happen later.
This.
is.
true.
happiness.
defined.

Ex Marks the spot?

I spent the weekend in a hotel room with my ex. As if that isn't mindblowing enough, what I'm about to reveal will rock your world. We didn't sleep together. Now I'm aware that our behavior should be applauded, admired, and all of that. He is mindful of my situation, and although I am getting a divorce, he is respectful of the fact that I am still married. He is surely not like any other guy I have ever met in that regard. But for my sanity's sake, let's assess the facts shall we:
1. He's better looking now
2. He has a better job now
3. His outlook on life is a lot more refreshing and positive than it used to be.
4. I'm more mature
5. I'm still a firm size 4
6. I haven't had sex in about two and a half months; just a sidenote, it's been a while for him as well.
7. His gender: male
8. My gender: female (I'll spare you the other two obvious facts)
The thoughts running through my mind this weekend were x-rated enough to make Jenna Jameson blush. So blog, and any underage readers who may come across this in a google search, please forgive this mildly explicit ranting but, I need to have sex, I need to have sex, I NEED TO HAVE SEX! That's all. Thanks!

Sincere Lee