Masturbation Monday

Where Did My Sexual Fantasies Go?

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I’ve spent a lot of time in the archives of this site in recent weeks. And in that time, I’ve been reminded of things I’d long forgotten — like how naive some of my viewpoints about love, relationships, and BDSM could be. That happens to all of us, but I’m one of the lucky (?) few who get a written archive of it.

I don’t mind the old views, even if I find them a little silly now. At the time, they were my real thoughts and feelings, so they’re valid-ish. Every time I meet a new and (overly) enthusiastic submissive who feels like they have everything figured out, I smile. I know how much things shift as you learn and grow.

While I’m amused at those recollections, there’s one I didn’t miss until I realized just how gone it was…

My sexual fantasies. Where are they? When did they leave? How did I lose them?

The rational side of me (which like water, accounts for about 60 percent) knows they’re probably there somewhere, lurking. Or they filled my head because I was so sexually repressed for so long. Without a way to express my sexual side, all those thoughts had to go somewhere — and maybe they came out as a sexual fantasy. Many, many sexual fantasies.

The irrational side of me (40 percent on a good day, 75 percent on a bad one) says the fantasies are gone, used up, never to return. Maybe because I’m submissive and allow so much  of my sexual pleasure to be controlled, nothing is left to fantasize about. (My rational side is telling me to get a grip because that last statement definitely isn’t true.)

Sex with John Brownstone feels good. It’s fucking amazing, even when it’s hurried and quiet.

Mutually checking out people is fun and exciting, even though I know I’d be lost if some kind of opportunity came from it.

I have no idea how to flirt and can never tell when someone is flirting with me, so even seduction fantasies escape me…unless they’re in control, and I’m not. But we call that “life” around here, so what’s there to fantasize about?

Of course, I also have one of those annoyingly analytic brains that doesn’t always find it easy to be imaginative. Sometimes I do, as evidenced by the very early archives. But when that creativity is missing, I’m about as imaginative as a brown paper bag (by myself, kind of boring and invisible, but when someone else decides they see something to be done, a bit of a blank slate and willing participant). In that long-winded analogy, I don’t meant that I don’t have thoughts, desires, wants, or limits. Only that my imagination isn’t gearing up to make something up for me. Instead, I wait and respond based on someone else (namely John Brownstone).

So where did my sexual fantasies go? Where are all the stories that used to play in my head like a (sometimes annoying) movie? Why am I not getting lost in thought with all the kinky, sexy things I want to try? Is it because I can have it whenever I want it so there’s no need to imagine it? Or have we lapsed into the stereotype of the boring couple that only has routine sex?

Random thoughts hit me, but they’re very much grounded in reality (or derailed by it)…

Ya know, I’m making good time on this project. What if I grabbed the Hitachi and soaked a towel or two?

Maybe if I lay a paddle out on the bed and waggle my eyebrows suggestively he’d beat my ass.

My skin is soft, and I love the swell of my breast. Gawd it feels so good. Oh wait, what’s that itch over there? Ugh, I’m hot and sweaty. Get this blanket off of me!

Having followed enough sex bloggers for long enough, I know these things (like desire and sex) come in cycles. But I kind of miss that optimistic, energetic, slightly naive, sexual being from the early days. She didn’t always use the right words (these days I usually do), but everyone in her head was naked and wet and filled with desire (these days, I’m usually not). I wouldn’t mind pairing a little of the old me with the newer version. Together we might melt a few screens. And I think we’d have much better sex.

Welcome to Masturbation Monday. Due to mutual nasty colds (the couple that swaps germs together, stays together?), there was exactly ZERO kinky fuckery and sex in our lives. Which was sad, because at this point, I’d take a quick fumble in the dark. Which meant I had time to think…ugh. But for actual sexiness and smut, you know where to go.

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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!


  • Much if this rang true for me but in the reverse. I didnt have those fantasies until Sir. I had the prince on a white horse stuff but what he opened my mind to was enormously different. I miss not having to fantasize anymore. That he was always giving me new things to do and try. I too, feel stalled but more because I’m missing it rather than getting it and the reasons you thought about. I know part of it is the break up and recovering from that but it is missed for whatever reason. I believe mixing our old selves with the new self is always a good idea. We can learn from our growth but also learn from who we were before – bringing that woman back to remind us we were good then too, just different, in need if change but still good in the women we were based on what we new and what we had been through.

    • ((HUGS)) to you because I know how hard the recovery can be. And I’m a big believer in not looking back too often because we change and shift. I miss the ease of those fantasies and how they took over my imagination. But…other things take over my imagination now, and when I write about those things, they feel just as easy as the fantasies did. So maybe that’s just me merging the old with the new. 🙂

  • Having followed you for this long, I can see I remember many of those earlier writings.

    We evolve though, like you’ve said. I definitely don’t write the same stuff I did when I started. Do I wish I did? Maybe.

    This You is great though. I like how driven you are. I get how it makes you wonder about the fantasy/sex bit. Your focus is different

    • The focus is definitely different, and I wouldn’t have even given it much thought if I hadn’t been mucking about in the archives. I used to write sexual fantasies because it was a burning urge, now I write about other things with that same urgent intensity. So I guess only the topic has shifted. And frankly, I think other people write erotica so much better than I do that I’m much less interested than I used to be. Maybe I just need to masturbate more, lol.

      And also, you’re right, you don’t write the same stuff, but I can definitely see how you’ve grown and changed as a writer, and it’s been delightful to watch and read.

  • This is really interesting. You have made me wonder about myself and whether or not things have changed for me too. I do think that now things seem much possible. Sometimes I am scared to think them, and definitely to voice them, as I know that there is a good chance they will be brought to life and many of the fantasies I had and have, are things which are hot but I like just to think about. I think it is true that we definitely evolve 🙂

  • They are in there Kayla I am sure of it they are just a bit quiet right now because you are taking over the world but I think they will come back…. and then you can write them all down for us and we can enjoy them with you


  • I agree with Molly…when you are busy “taking over the world” (in whatever form that takes for you), it is hard to put the mental and physical and emotional energy into fantasizing. I know my own mental/sexual energy comes and goes based on how busy I am. So, yes…it is likely in there, just waiting and biding its time until there is a break in your schedule.

  • A thoughtful and enlightening post, as always. I know I’ve gone through slumps where my imagination/fantasies are almost non-existent. But then it all comes flooding back and I think, “Oh, there it is!” lol 😉

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