The Secret Confessions of a Horny House Wife

Dear HH,

I’ll encourage Mr. C. to weigh in here, but in the meantime, I can only tell you how we did things: we met on line, lots of messages, e-mails, and yes, cyber-sex. And then I gave him my phone number. Our first conversation took place during office hours, so I took my phone out into the parking lot, my hands and my voice positively quaking. We talked about work, primarily, and family. Later we spoke again, and we talked about the first phone call, and how nervous we’d been. In a way, it was like having relationships with two different people. On the phone, we talked about books and history and we laughed; on-line he told me about his sexual expectations and what he’d do to me if I misbehaved. Gradually the two worlds melded, and we taked about everything everywhere. And that’s when we knew it was time to meet.

Very doubtful of the wisdom of dating a reader, HH….

Fondly,
Constance

First of all I would like, for the sake of accuracy, to address the comment Constance has left. We did not actually have cybersex. The definition of cybersex as I understand it is to indulge in a role play scenario where one pretends one is having sex with the other person and responds as if this fantasy is actually taking place. We did not play this particular game.

What we did do was to talk about what we liked, what we didn’t like, what we had done, thought about doing, would never do etc. In other words we got to know each other, just the way we got to know about our political and social beliefs, our taste in literature, music, humour etc.

I think it was of particular importance for Constance to find out, after the disappointments of various submissive boyfriends, if I was as I purported to be. Hence I sometimes found myself being asked questions without having any idea of how the truth might be received. I admit that once or twice (more than that really) I sent off replies and thought, well, that’s that, she will read that and run screaming into the night!

Of course I didn’t have a crib sheet to work from, we were just starting our relationship, we weren’t even sure what kind of a relationship it might be. Even if I had wanted to misrepresent myself it would not have been possible to do so. To do that successfully one must know what to misrepresent.

No matter how adventurous we may like to think we are, no matter how daring and avantgarde we would like to be, we still tend to follow certain rules of behaviour. Even when we use the internet to form a relationship with someone we tend to follow the rules. We may have to rework them a little, maybe even work them in reverse order. But we still use them.

Even on the internet and even when that relationship is based on sex, we court or are courted. Every animal does it, it may be rough and ready, it may be abbreviated but it is present. It is present in each new step a relationship takes, courting is on going.

Would I have instigated that telephone conversation with you? No.

Do I think that lack of reticence or lack of courting was caused by the presence of your crib sheet? Yes.

You didn’t like it and I suspect feel undervalued and taken lightly. Good, at least you recognise it.

Should you indulge in relationships with people who read these pages? Who can tell, although if you are tender hearted I doubt you should. That choice however is entirely yours of course.

If you were tempted to actually meet a reader I would seriously advise against that. You are producing here a blue print for misuse. Sad but there it is. On the other hand if you just want to cyber or have phone sex, why not? What is it that you seek?

Last word, just you mind how you go little Miss.

HH: a couple of things…

1st) thanks for pointing me towards Art Frahm. It is safe to say I’ll NEVER look at celery the same way again.

2nd) I’m glad to hear that things with Mort are good and I’m glad to hear you’ve past this initial test of being forthright in your blogs. Particularly since it involved some level of personal realization. Your “horny sense” tingled that something was missing. Kind of like spider-man’s spider-sense but…well…okay…I probably don’t need to spell it out. Lately, I’ve been coming around to the notion of being present in activities, or commonly phrased “being in the moment.” Activities that are important to us, and, let’s face it, sex is important to you, require a certain amount of mental and soulful care. The dichotomy of wet panties and emotional concern over the relationship (okay, I can’t believe I wrote that) sound like one part of you is satisfied and the other side wasn’t being cared for.

Anyway, the situation sounds good based on what you’ve added.

Time for me to go cut some celery.

PS – next time, I’ll try to give more nuanced comments on the actual writing since I’m probably more experienced with that than the sex discussion.

So have you called Thomas? Or are you unwilling to have sex with anyone who can’t spell?

I apologize.

Constance

I’m reasonably attractive, I think, but I’m quite sure that my friends, family and colleagues have no idea I’m as sexual, sensual, or kinky as I am. It’s like this little secret that I share only with my lover. And sometimes it really delights me to think “Oh, if they only KNEW!” And then I start thinking “Maybe THEY are too!” I never, ever see anyone who LOOKS like they are major kinsters, but based on statistics, I figure some of them must be, mustn’t they?