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Confessions Of A Hotwife: Why Men Will Always be the Yin to My Yang
It’s true I have a longstanding preference for male companionship
Hi. My name is Belle du Journey. Or, at least that’s my Medium name. I’m a hotwife who enjoys sharing real-life personal stories about my ethically non-monogamous sexual adventures with men and sometimes women. As you can imagine, I have a lot of confessing to do.
Like many alcoholics, I lead a dual life. Think of me as a sexy, much less scary Jekyll & Hyde. There’s the vanilla side I share openly with the world — teacher, mother, and wife. Then, there’s the hotwife or ethically non-monogamous side of me that has a deep-seated desire to have physical relationships with men outside of my marriage.
If people knew my secret, I’m sure they’d call me a slut. Others — a whore. But I no longer care.
Men are the yin to my yang
The reality is I’ve always preferred the company of boys/men to girls/women. With a few exceptions, I still do. This doesn’t mean I always have sexual relationships with the other sex. It means I prefer male energy. From young to old, I just seem to jive better with men. Men are the yin to my yang.
Now that I am older, I now have the confidence and the freedom to pursue male playmates. Some of my male friends last a night, others a season but I appreciate and enjoy their energy for however long it lasts.
Like a saillor, I shifted course in vanilla-scented winds.
As I’ve shared in another article, I’ve spent too many years worrying about what people think. As a child, I learned to adapt to ever-changing environments. Like a sailor, I shifted course in vanilla-scented winds. I navigated this way and that as I tried to fit in. All the while, I gradually lost sight of myself.
Early in my life, I was told that if I wanted to have friends, I needed to listen and learn how to please others. Looking back, I realise I was being taught to please others at the expense of my wants and needs.
Did I lack confidence? You bet. I started life as a determined young girl but like many others, societal norms gradually chipped away at my confidence.
Stronger connection to men — young and old
I never understood girls. As a child and an adult, I always liked to make things happen. Unfortunately, all of the girls I knew preferred playing with Barbies and doing each other’s hair.
Unlike girls, the boys liked to do cool things. They did physical things like building cars and racing bikes around the neighbourhood.
Thankfully, as I grew up, I managed to find a few female friends who didn’t fit the girl stereotype or mold. It should come as no surprise, most of them went to all-girl private schools where they learned how to become strong, independent thinkers in an environment void of boys and men.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have this opportunity. I went to public schools where I needed to mix with both sexes. While I was lucky to find a few female friends, I always found a stronger connection with men — young and old.
What you see is what you get
Looking back on my friendships with boys and now men, I understand what I love most about the male species. Many boys and men see the world in black and white. Unlike women, they don’t hold grudges and they love action. They like to create. I love them because they’re straightforward. What you see is what you get.
Whether they’re building block towers or planning a family vacation, I love being around male energy. There’s never any cattiness, men seem to value each other for their strengths and accommodate or adapt to weaknesses. Unlike girls, boys build each other up. Sadly many girls and women seem to delight in breaking each other down.
Conclusion
Like my sexuality, my appreciation of men and masculine energy started when I was young. I don’t think it will ever wane. I’m sure even as my hotwife years fade away, I know I’ll still find a way to attract a twinkle in a man’s eye.
© 2022, Belle du Journey
Belle du Journey writes on Medium about sex, life, relationships, and writing. If this story is appearing anywhere other than Medium.com, it appears without my consent and has been stolen.
