Question- What Happens When You Talk About Anal Sex?

Welcome back to the Blogging From A-Z Challenge.

Today Q is for Question.

My question is: What happens when you talk about anal sex?

Answer: an uncomfortable silence.

Okay, I posted this a while back, it actually happened to me because sometimes I get a little chatty. 

If you already read it, you may move on, or re-read if you like.

There is often balance in relationships where one of you might be an oversharer while the other one would take all your secrets to the grave. The universe needs the balance, I think it might be the law of opposites attracting. This post, about a fateful girl's night out, might clue you in on which part of the oversharer/secret keeper dynamic I fall into.

Our night ends around 4am, with five of us at an all-night pizza place outside on the boardwalk. We were quite the hot mess. The bride was sober and miserable. Her cousin was drunk and sobbing. My one friend was yelling at the people behind the counter for not selling soft pretzels. And me and one other girl, whom I had just met that night, were inhaling pizza slices bigger than our heads. We were a picture of runny mascara and sweaty club clothes. I was also carrying my high heels tucked up under my arms so I could keep my hands free to eat my pizza (I must have been inebriated, because voluntarily going barefoot on that boardwalk? Ick!).

We started talking about sex (because what else do you talk about at a pizza place at 4am?). I decide this is the best time to confess how much I love anal sex. I launch into a description about how much more intense my orgasms are this way and how I almost prefer this to vaginal penetration, when I glance up from my greasy, pepperoni slice to find four perplexed looks of shock. The uncomfortable silence descends and I immediately stop talking. My friend (the soft pretzel demander) starts laughing manically, she can't stop laughing long enough to get words out and just keeps shaking her head over and over. She finally manages to get out “It's so awful!” between gasps for air.

Now I am embarrassed and defensive. I follow up with “Have you tried it?”

“Yes! And never again!” Now I am peppering her with questions (which she is not answering, obviously not an oversharer like myself). And I start giving suggestions on “proper preparations.” (I still have not heard the last of that line, it gets brought up at many parties).

Our night came to a close soon after this, we trudged back to our rooms and I woke up in the morning slightly hungover and even more embarrassed.

I shoot a quick text off to my husband

Had a great time last night... may have told everyone I like anal.

I hold my breath for his reply. If the tables were turned I would be totally pissed.

Really??

Ok, I cannot judge tone of voice in a text, is he mad?

Um, yeah, I feel like an idiot.

Almost immediate reply-

LOL. So when I get a few pats on the back this weekend from the guys I'll know why?

My relief is immediate, at least my husband isn't mad.

I endure a late breakfast with the rest of the girls, trying my best to act like I am totally cool with the information I shared the night before. Only getting a little red in the face when I am good- naturedly jabbed with comments.

Needless to say I think I will be forever labeled the kinky friend.

And once again I need to thank my husband for restoring the balance in our relationship, at least on his side some of our dirty little secrets might actually remain secret.

Have you ever divulged a kinky secret? What was the reaction of the person you told it to?

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