Adventures in accidental arousal.

When I first thought about writing a sex blog I wanted to have a running account of the amount of times when I became aroused on accident. When I first moved in with the roommate it happened a lot. I was living with a guy (just a friend) and was not getting any for a long time. Not only that but I had this fear about masturbating while he was awake. This fear is still mostly there, I am a stealth ninja masturbater when needed. Be impressed. It should be noted that my housemate and I are not nor ever going to be sexually together in any sense. He is like my best friend and we don't see it that way. We have talked about it. Anyways I feel like so often I get aroused at surprising moments. So here is one for today; a really old one actually from last year after I moved in with my housemate.

Now here is something that is very true. I get lost in a paperbag when driving. I really have a hard time. Even with a GPS and written instructions I sometimes freak out and take wrong turns. I have more than one gone down a one way the wrong way. So when I drive in big cities, like Boston or Portland, in traffic I try not to show it but I freak out. My heart and my body just does not like whats happening. Anyway so I was driving in the rain, in traffic at dusk with a group of people and was trying not to show how much I was not a happy camper. When my house mate started to give me very clear calm instructions on what to do. And then added some good jobs in there. I was aroused and that bothered me. I could feel myself getting there and I did not like why. It was the tone of his voice, the clear authority and calmness to it. Hard to explain. This was also well before he knew I was kinky in anysense of the word. He knows me from college where I was a really good girl and barely kissed anyone let alone asked someone to beat me with a flog.