Ok..this is my first post ever on Reddit so please bear with me. I just feel the need to get this off my chest. It’s going to be short but here it is…
On the day in question, I had been roasting (feeling horny with no relief) for daaaaays and only just decided I was going to attempt going on a journey of celibacy.
A little back story:
I am a 28 yo bisexual, non-binary Scorpio with the sex drive higher than jackrabbits. I had been going through an antisocial phase lately and not wanting anyone to go on ‘rummaging’ inside me. This meant staying away from sex parties that I had grown to frequent every other week as I explored my single lifestyle and staying away from FwB. Once I realized I was reluctant to have any guys “play” with me (I had no issue playing with girls because I am always the one playing with them), the idea of staying away to recalibrate myself was cultivated. Thus the decision to explore a life of celibacy. The weird part of this back story is that within days of making this decision, I had to turn down 4…I repeat FOUR invitations from smoking hot guys and girls, to have as much sex as I wanted but I needed time to get back to myself before mixing with others again.