Saturday, 20 November 2010
This is a guest post from Cheat Confession.
November 19th, 2010 by DangerZone
When in a relationship birthdays represent a sort of hostage situation sexually. Although, it’s not usually seen that way since both people are generally lovingly on board, but much like Valentine’s Day is a hostage situation where sex is held hostage unless the male performs the necessary wooing and generic romanticized tasks, there isn’t much choice when it comes to birthday sex.
That’s the weird thing. I guess in this case there is no hostage, but it would be kind of awkward to be in a relationship and not get birthday sex. That’s kind of the point of a relationship. Or at least a blowjob.
Would you start thinking about cheating if you didn’t get birthday sex? You might.
So, I guess there is a hostage: The relationship itself. That isn’t to say that if my girlfriend cheated on me it’s because we didn’t have sex on her birthday or vice versa. Or that no birthday sex is a death knell for a relationship. But it definitely has to make you re-examine things. It creates some distance, some tension. Something is off.
It’s just such a weird phenomenon that something like that could have such large repercussions. And to be fair, far too many a male has tried to use this to their advantage.
“Come on, baby, let’s just try it. How do you know you won’t like it if you don’t try it? At least let me try sticking it in your pooper … it’s my birthday.”
I don’t know if that’s ever worked (it probably has with someone, just playing the numbers here), but it seems particularly seedy and really abusing the joys of birthday sex.
Yes, birthday buttsecks would be great, but using your birthday as a cudgel to force your lady into a very uncomfortable position is no way to act. Point is, it’s my birthday … give me sex, internets. You know what? Don’t. It’s the internet. I don’t know where it’s been. You disgust me.