Sponge

Ok readers, this is a different type of blog than I usually write. I write in the here & now. 2021. This may change your life, as it has mine… Well my sex life at least! Hahaha…

As a disclaimer, this blog is vastly about periods & period sex. So if you don’t like that, you have been warned! Hahaha.

As you all know if you’re a regular reader of the blog, about 2 years ago I had my tubes tied as I was sick of my weight fluctuating due to all the hormones I put in my body while on hormonal contraception. Knowing that I didn’t want children, I needed a more permanent solution to contraception without hormones. There is only 2 options – the copper coil or tubal ligation. I have since found a 20 something year old recently who was given the copper coil so I probably would have gone for that if it was offered to me, but when I had a Mirena IUD it was put in while I was under as apparently my cervix is so tight so assuming why that’s why the copper coil wasn’t an option for me. Anyway what’s done is done, my decision remains the same.

So the issue now for someone sexually active like me, with no way of controlling my period, what the fuck do you do when someone you’re seeing hates blood to the point it’s an actual phobia (stories to come not about his phobia but who) & when you both have a hectic schedule, the only time he can see you is right what will be the second day of your period. If you don’t fuck the guy on this day I just mentioned, then you probably won’t have sex for who knows how long. Also it’s been a while since you had sex with this person too, meaning I am super horny. Paired with the hormones running through my body, I am determined to have sex.

I honestly love sex when I have my period, there are many articles that explain that a woman who orgasms during her period will have less abdominal pain. I know this to be true myself. I often use a vibrator on the outside while using a tampon to make myself cum – as this is less messy but also because I’m horny. As most women know, your womb is contracting as it tries to shed the lining that it didn’t need that month, which is what causes you pain. But then you orgasm, your womb also contracts & somehow makes it less painful… I still sometimes need pain meds, but seriously just have an orgasm & your pain will be gone!

There are obviously options for period sex with this dude, just rock up & pretend I didn’t have my period & he brought it on? Make him feel good about having such a manly sized cock to bring on my period. Or try to make him have shower sex (which we’ve never really done before so might not to be easy to push this idea & what if he doesn’t go for it.) but I also know if he sees any blood he’ll freak out. Do I rock up & tell him I’ve got it but I wanted to see him anyway, then just pleasure him – which turns me on anyway but then it will just be frustrating for me. Urgh. What to do?

Anyway a few days before this looming date, I’m hoping & praying that I don’t get my period, that’s the first & only hope – the first plan, but I need a backup obviously. (But the fucking thing is like clockwork! I get my period on the due date) now I am googling ways to stop my period like a fucking teenager. Hahaha. One of the options is to have an orgasm before you have sex… I know this to be true. It does stop the flow for a little while.

So before it comes I remember a friend telling me about a sponge. This friend is (or was) a reader – a lot of friends stop reading as they feel like it’s too hard to read such intimate details about their friends sex life. However I remember her saying something about a sponge for sex. Now I am not an expert on this nor am I telling you to do it. But I will share my experiences with you & you can decide AT YOUR OWN RISK what you will do should you need this handy life period hack.

So my friend explained that you get a sea sponge, like a makeup one – which she said are hard to find & stick it inside you before sex & bingo, mess free period sex. Sounds too good to be true right? This could be a game changer for me.

I google. Fuck Dr google is never a good idea however as I google sea sponges. My friend says they are hard to find – I don’t have much time to get one before sex day so I am surprised when I find some at Petbarn, Bunnings and even Officeworks. Not all of these will be fit for purpose, of course, but at least the search isn’t going to be ridiculous like she thought it might be. The most exciting part of this google search is finding a store call the period store who stock them as reusable tampons. Who knew this was a thing?? This eases my mind a bit more. They can be left in for 8 hours & washed, re used & great for the environment – a bit like a menstrual cup which I have no been able to bring myself to use because I reckon it’d be messy.

I head to the pharmacy & find a fairly small make up sponge for $10 & buy that. But I think the other ones will be better, this one seems a bit too small. At bunnings they aren’t really sea sponges, they are painting decorating sponges that are like a kitchen sponge, plus they are quite big, bigger than the palm of my hand. The Petbarn sponges are for hermit crabs & literally a teeny tiny sponge for their water bowls. I decide against them too. Well the one from the pharmacy will have to do. If this doesn’t work I will just have to pretend I just got my period while he was fucking me – he’s been ok with this in the past when it’s has genuinely happened but won’t touch me after he’s had blood on his cock.

Day two of period, day of sex. I had spent the night googling others who have done this & got a few tips. Especially from the QLD sex worker website, helping sex workers to use them & what to say to clients. Who knew this was actually a real thing. One lady who did a review on a blog or something, seemed to put the sponge inside her dry & said she could feel it until it was moistened with her fluids I guess, whereas my friend said to wet it. I did play with it the night before, feeling that it got a bit too wet if I drenched it in water. So in the morning when it’s a little drier, I add a few drops of water to make it pliable but not soaking wet. As I poke it in, it goes in easier than I expected for a sponge. I push it in as far as I can, then feel around to see if he’ll notice it. I can’t really feel it that I start to stress about how I am going to get the fucking thing back out! The size is perfect, I definitely don’t want any bigger like the ones I saw at bunnings.

I do also make myself cum before we meet – mainly because I feel like I am a little dry & I can see if this sponge thing works. It does so far, yet somehow allows me to get lubricated for his cock. I don’t understand the human body sometimes. But I am wet for sex but no blood which is good.

Sex is the same, it feels no different for me, he never says anything about it being different either. So the sponge is a successful plug. There is no blood & I feel very wet – which is usual for me, I do freak out a few times thinking it’s blood but it’s not. He even goes down on me & I don’t mind – if fact I cum hard… (I usually don’t let guys go down on me during my period).

The sponge is a perfect solution, there was no sign of blood, I barely felt it during sex. However there is a few downsides to the sponge so it’s not all wonderful. While there was no mess during sex, I could feel it when I was being fingered & it was a lot of pressure inside of me – almost to the point of pain. However while having sex, there was no pressure & no pain. So maybe his finger is in deeper than his cock, I don’t know but being fingered was different to being fucked.

When it was time to take out the sponge, I started freaking out – even though they can be used as a tampon according to websites, I wanted it out asap. As I slide my clean finger in, everything felt the same, soft, warm, wet & squishy. Where the fuck is the sponge? So I literally squat so close to the ground in the bathroom & I think I feel it. I saw a picture on google drawn of course where the person hooks their finger around it or slip two fingers in & pinch it out. But after sex, I couldn’t get two fingers inside me. As I hook my finger around the sponge, it came out fairly easily but a few drops of blood dripped on the floor too, lucky I did this in the bathroom for easy clean up. I cleaned the sponge & all was well.

If I was a product reviewer, I would seriously say that this is an amazing idea. I always thought growing up when I would skip my periods for like 10 years, that this can’t be good for me. I also think contraception is the reason so many women struggle with weight, especially when we skip our periods so often. Yeah they’re annoying but they’re there for a reason.

So I have actually purchased some reusable sponges for this purpose – sex & maybe for tampons. In the future this could happen more & even if they aren’t paranoid about blood, I can have sex without freaking out they are going to see blood… This is a serious game changer. Again though, do this at your own risk.

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Fussy

Fussy Definition

/ˈfʌsi/Learn to pronounce adjective adjective: fussy; comparative adjective: fussier; superlative adjective: fussiest

Fastidious about one’s needs or requirements; hard to please.

The number one thing I have been told as a single person may or may not surprise you. I’ve done a blog about all clichés I have been told like “You’ll meet him when you least expect it” blah blah blah, however the number one thing I am told when I talk about my dating life is that “You are too fussy”

Fussy as definded by a google search above is that one is hard to please because their needs aren’t being met. If you follow the definition of fussy, yes I am. My needs aren’t not being met. However, they way people mean it when they say it to a single person, is that you throw away all the good men because they aren’t perfect.

I would 100% disagree with this now. I have dated so many men & there are very few that I’ve ever had the chance to reject. I have even recently gone back for seconds with douches who called me a “Hagg” (whatever he meant about that!)

I have in the past been fussy, when I was overweight I was bitter & always thought I deserved better than what I got, however, I still never really had the oportunity to reject anyone before they rejected me.

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Tim Tam #3

So there is a Tim Tam #3. Lets get on with it, because this is still stuff happening in 2019, les get caught up to the shit show year that was 2020. By the way, happy 2021 everyone, hope it’s treating you well so far!

So after Tim Tam jumps up & kills the spider for me in my bedroom, he gets back into bed & we talk. We do attempt sex again but he can’t keep it hard & he goes down on me. He notices the restraints through the sheets & he says something about them again & I realise that he’s really worried about them & what it means. I guess I consider myself kinky, I don’t like labels & as you all know I am not kinky with random men ever, they have to earn my trust. Which reminds me of something Foodland talked about – he wanted to know more about my kinky side. I talked but not in detail & told him that I won’t be doing anything until I can trust him. Lets face it, I have only really been kinky with 3 men my whole life, so I’m not like an expert or anything by any means!

But I think this intimidates Tim Tam when he feels the restraints & feels out of his depth, that’s fine I am not going to push him to do anything he doesn’t want too & I tell him this, I also explain it’s more for me than him when he tells me again he doesn’t want anything up his ass… Again, I never asked to put anything up his ass…

When Tim Tam leaves I think that he’s probably going to need me to make an effort to message first, I can just tell that he’s a bit freaked out by the conversation tonight. Kink isn’t something I talk about with people early on, in fact most of the time the three guys I have been kinky with have brought it up themselves. Except Silverlining, we just sort of evolved into it, I knew he was dominant & he knew I liked to be dominated, but by the second time we fucked I trusted him with everything that I tied myself up & waited for him. I guess that isn’t going to happen with Tim Tam. Hahaha. That’s ok, I am honestly not ready for another kinky guy. I have destroyed my friendship with the only man I ever loved, I don’t think I am even ready for this casual thing with Tim Tam.

However, I message him again when I haven’t heard from him in a while, he messages back & I cheekily ask if he’s on the spider hunt, & send him a meme that says “I just whispered ‘come at me bro’ to a spider & it ran towards me, so now I’m running naked down the street.’ He laughs & he says no, but I’m not sure if he gets the inuendo in the suggestion but I he replies then stops & I never hear from him again! Yeah another one bites the dust!

One interesting fact about either me or men I choose, I always seem to find a man who hasn’t slept with anyone else since their long term partner. Origin. Noddy. Elvis. Probably Motocross. & I am almost certain that Construction was the same. Why am I the rebound girl? What is it about me that screams rebound? Why aren’t I the one that the men want to be with. Noddy told me that he didn’t want to use me as a rebound & that’s exactly what he did… Origin the second time around said the same & now they’re both in relationships, with beautiful women. Is it that I am not as beautiful as them?

This isn’t a healthy mind set, so I decide to take control. I have ended things with Silverlining only a few months before, it’s almost 2020, (remember I’m not in real time) so I make a pact with myself to focus on myself. Focus on me. Get a hobby, which I create a hobby business & put my name on some lists with breeders for a puppy. I am going to focus on my career in 2020 (not that I haven’t my whole life already), I am not going to date. I am really going to get my life under control, my finances. I am going to try not to think about not only the love I destroyed, but the friendship with Silverlining. I am going to work on me. I actually welcome in the new year 2020 with such optimism that this is going to be my year, that this is going to be focusing on me, focusing on loving myself.

What a fucking twat I was! I mean 2020 was literally the worst year in history, not only did I not have the man I love, I lost my job, my hobby business was closed due to covid, so I had nothing to occupy my time… What a disastrous mix!

Bring on the stories of 2020. However, with new found mantra – not a new years resolution – I hate those, I don’t know what I am going to write about, there is going to be no dating. No men. No idiots – lets see what happens! Keep reading to find out!

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