I’m an enigma.
Society would have me by other names: slut, whore, tramp (to name a few). But I don’t mind those names so much. I kind of relish in them, actually. Deep down, it’s who I am.
Don’t get me wrong; I’ve had my share of long-term relationships. I have a daughter as a result of a four-year, live-in boyfriend. I’ve been in love. I’ve spent plenty of nights staying in with my sweetie rather than a night with the girls. I can be that girl.
But my motto is: when I’m not with somebody, I’m with everybody.
And I mean it.
After my ex and I split, it was time for me to remember how to have sex. I’d nearly forgotten- in this particular LTR, we rarely made time for SEX. Quite frankly, we just didn’t like each other most of the time, and even if we weren’t fighting we were tired or lazy. Porn helped a bit, which is how I learned about kink.com.
Kink.com was my gateway drug to alternative sex. I explored the site a little when I was in a relationship, but later I found it to be portraying the exact scenarios I was involving myself with: bondage, discipline and submission. I discovered I liked being roughed up a bit, and I especially enjoyed taking orders.
But this was just the beginning of where I was headed. I would soon find myself in all sorts of predicaments, my lusty little self being unable to contain my excitement. I’ve juggled as many as six men at a time, and that doesn’t include men who do not live in the metropolitan area. I’ve been to a dungeon and I’ve had sex in public. I’ve had one-night stands and ongoing encounters. I’ve been with a personal trainer, a professional musician, and a business owner. I enjoy group encounters and consider myself bisexual. I enjoy my freedom to the hilt.
What can I say? I like sex. But you’d never know it if you met me.
It’s not that I’m one of those quiet, unassuming types. Just the opposite, in fact. I’m in sales & marketing and I’m a bit of a badass bitch when I want to be. But I also have manners and class. You’d never assume this chick was just a whisper-in-the-ear away from banging the busboy in the bathroom.
Honestly? I think most people have this sex drive. But they repress it- especially women. After all, society would call them sluts if they behaved on impulse.
And yet, so often, I do just that. Which is probably why I end up having to tell so many men that yes, I am, in fact, real.
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