Fear is a motherfucker. I'm not generally one to get scared or taken down by nerves and can [almost] always keep my shit locked down in high stress situations; buuuuut I hate to admit that reaching out and making my first booking is playing games in my head. I can't help but fear anxiety will get the best of me. Like what if I over think this and can't stay hard? What if I can't cum? What if I can't voice what I want to experience because I am so caught up in worrying about someone's enjoyment?
That last one is pretty fucking huge because I generally keep my wants and needs quiet when it comes to anything that could be thought of as onesided and pleasurable to only me. Shit it's why I've never said out loud to a partner how fucking hot I think handjobs are or ever asked for a blowjob; even during those times when I've been dying/fantasizing about getting one.
I'm sure there are paragraphs upon paragraphs I could write and slide further down this rabbit hole, but I'm sure my point has been made enough already. Soooo again, how did you get over your nerves?
Was it a non-issue for you or did you struggle?
That last one is pretty fucking huge because I generally keep my wants and needs quiet when it comes to anything that could be thought of as onesided and pleasurable to only me. Shit it's why I've never said out loud to a partner how fucking hot I think handjobs are or ever asked for a blowjob; even during those times when I've been dying/fantasizing about getting one.
I'm sure there are paragraphs upon paragraphs I could write and slide further down this rabbit hole, but I'm sure my point has been made enough already. Soooo again, how did you get over your nerves?
Was it a non-issue for you or did you struggle?






