I’m not exactly consumed with thoughts about sex, masturbation, fucking, sucking, whatever every moment of every day.  There are at least a few hours of the day when it’s not on my mind at all.

I will see him in seven days.  Yes I’m counting down – don’t judge.  And my biggest worries have nothing to do with sex.  Partly because that’s not a sure thing.

I worry that he’ll cancel our plans, and I won’t see him at all.

I worry that he won’t notice that I’ve lost weight.

I worry that I’ll gain weight before he sees me.

I worry about that stupid zit that popped up out of no where.

I worry that when he sees me again he’ll realize he loved a fantasy, not the real me.

I worry that I will get a second chance with him in bed, and I’ll fuck it up.

I worry that I will reach for him, and he’ll pull away from me.

And then when I get tired of worrying or at least worried about worrying too much, I smile because even if all of my worries were legitimate, just seeing him makes me happy.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


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