Mar
06
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Throughout my entire life, I’ve heard a whole bunch of things that “good girls” aren’t supposed to do. In fact, I still hear these sorts of comments today.
Any of these sound familiar to you?
- Good girls don’t put their needs first.
- Good girls don’t neglect to wear lingerie under their clothes.
- Good girls don’t watch porn.
- Good girls don’t wiggle their ass as they walk down the street.
- Good girls don’t make out in the back seat of a car.
- Good girls don’t have sex on a first date.
While these rules were meant to aid us in avoiding “bad boys” and life’s most difficult challenges, they can also constrain and hamper our intimacy experiences as we grow older.
Here’s your chance to give it up. Tell me—in 50 words or less—what “good girl” rule you’ve recently broken and how it’s been a positive and/or liberating experience for you. As long as your submission is positive and upbeat and doesn’t offend anyone, it’ll post here within 24 hours after you send it. If you don’t want people to know who you are, please use a user name that’s comfortable for you.
Welcome to Randi Buckmen's adventures in intimacy—beyond the world of sex. Hear how I’m embracing the possibilities of what can be while remaining a “good girl” in the public’s eye. How did I go from being celibate for three years—and wearing flannel pj's to bed with socks when I was married—to where I am today?
Good girls don’t make the first ‘big move’. Upon making out with the now love of my life, I noticed a very desirable bulge in his jeans. He was handsome, sexy and sincere…and I really liked what I felt up against me. I could not have been more attracted or turned on, so I reached down and showed him just how irresistible he was. It was freeing & exhilarating.
I spent one full week day last week in bed just because I wanted to. After doing what absolutely had to be done first thing in the morning and having very unsatisfying sex with my husband, I spent the entire rest of the day reading erotica, watching a bit of porn, and pleasing myself exactly as I wished. I hit the deck running with renewed enthusiasm the next day, and had a couple of tough but important conversations with my husband after that.
I would add that good girls don’t leave their husband, seperate all finances, buy their own condo, and take a lover. I decided that I was tired of being a part of the “perfect couple” where it all looked wonderful on the outside; good jobs, nice child, nice house but where not ONE square foot was all mine. It was rotting on the inside; no intimacy, no sex, no communication except when we were playing the “perfect couple.” At 53 I now have what I want and do as I please. I am a “good girl gone bad.” And I love it!
Alphagirl, what courage you have to leave what most would consider to be a terrific life. And I’m thrilled to hear you have what you want in life today! You go girl!