As the poll shows, readers have their share of insecurities. I sympathize especially with the guys who have to follow a better-endowed lover. There's an itch you can't scratch. It's not the same as a small-breasted girl. I realized early on that the world is full of legs-and-ass men, who appreciate what my body has to offer. And also men who love small, pert breasts with prominent nipples, like mine -- in fact, some guys are turned off by huge tits. (For those who are total "tit men," there's my sister Amber). Still, I stand by my contention that a good lover can have an average or even small penis and lots of crappy lovers have big dicks.
As a former cheerleader who can still proudly get in her uniform -- and does, for appreciative men -- I also get the former cheerleader insecurity. As much as you want to say, "Hey, I was a national merit scholar finalist, not some cheerleader bimbo," men have a cheerleader jones. (And I was a national merit scholar finalist, too). For the guys, I added fighter pilot, but I'm sure there are others...rock musician, author, whatever.
Maybe the realest thing is "he or she won't do the things they did with the previous lover." This is a killer. I've never been that way -- although I won't let Chad try to fuck me in the ass, yet. No offense to him, I'm just too young for a colonoscopy! But I've had plenty of girlfriends who pulled this crap with new lovers, and then were shocked that he was hurt or pissed off. One, another Linda, had a drawer full of sexy lingerie -- but wouldn't wear it or buy new stuff for the very nice man she started dating. She did wear it for the bad boys.
Crying out the wrong name! This was how I discovered my ex-husband was cheating on me. My name is not Rachel. It made me crazy, but it also made me territorial horny, which is an extremely high state of arousal. Nowadays, I probably would have let him have her -- even invite her into our bed. But I was younger and more old fashioned then. I've never called another man's name...and guys really like it when you call their name while being fucked. Women, too. I love to hear my name whispered...or shouted as he comes inside me or shoots into my mouth. I had a friend, Jennifer, who made the mistake of calling out her husband's business partner while hubby was fucking her from behind. They weren't an item, but she was hot for him, facing forward away from her husband, letting her fantasy life run wild, and...woops. I'll cop to thinking about other men while getting fucked or licked, even a sexy guy I saw on the street.
Friends can be problematic. I've continued to fuck old boyfriends after we were officially seeing other people -- sometimes for years. I even fucked my ex-husband a few times after our spectacular, jealous-psycho bitch breakup. The sex was incredibly hot... Of course my new lovers didn't know.
The race and same-sex thing doesn't matter to me. Never has. Indeed, it's kind of sexy. But lots of people don't share that, even if they won't admit it. What's your insecurity or the ghost in your bedroom? The comments section awaits...