Closet Freak

If you are a mother you may be able to comprehend what this post is about.  If you are a mother and you don’t get it; well luck you.

Remember the days of carefree sex all over the house without the slightest thought? Oh how you long for the days of sex that lasts longer than it does now or not having to listen for every single sound, for fear of being interrupted by the terrified look of your child walking in on you getting it in.

None of your single girlfriends understand this, and the ones who have older kids laugh at you. Your husband thinks that you’ve gone mad because you jump at the slightest sound that he never hears or things can be ignored because he is in mid stride while the kid(s) scream to the top of their lungs calling not Daddy but MOOOOOMMMMMYYYYYY.  You are caught in the middle and either path you choose will be deemed as selfish by the other party. You want to be a great mom and wife at the same time. If you have a son, you know all too well the war that is waged over your body between father and son.  Dad knows you as the hot sexy thing that he gets his rocks off to, and well son knows you as food.

What get lost in this battle of maintaining balance are your needs. Somehow in the fuss of all the mayhem what gets forgotten is that you are a sexual being too. You have needs and heaven only knows you do not what to keep having hit it and quit it sessions.  So what happens…? You become the Closet Freak.

This is where you have absolutely no time to get any but you still want it and you creatively figure out how to get your rocks off when the urge hits you. Considering all the time you do not have on your hands, your mind does take trips off to fantasy land.  First the thoughts begin with how you long to just get some. Then pretty soon how you would get it takes over… Next, what you would love to do and have done.   

Now, in writing it seems simple enough and nothing big at all to the untrained eye. But to those of us who have experienced this madness – it is a very complex thing.  This is where we begin to work like our male counter parts and scheme to get it.  This is also where the similarities end. The creativeness goes beyond their thinking and reaches into realms that they often fantasize we would dare try. He wishes that you would but thinks that you would not … oh if he only knew that you are open for it and welcome it.

He only sees the façade of who the world knows you to be and the wholesome version of what he fell in love with. Little does he know that after having been with him you have crafted a whole new persona and the Alter Ego is ready to creep out! If only he knew something as simple as him walking past you  sends you in a frenzy  of wanting to  jump his bones in mid step.  Or how the times you want it so badly you feel more like a panther than a Bunnie.   There is just one small issue, how would he accept the Closet Freak? Is he ready for her? If not, will he try and tame her - the real question is Can He?