I realised that I have not posted anything remotely sex-related as of late. Mostly because I'm worried that the person I'm sleeping with (Grey) will find me out. However, I feel as though I can tell you other stories which may give you better insight as to why I began this blog in the first place.
As I mentioned initially, I. Love. Sex. I love it. It is the most entertaining activity anyone can take part in. At least that's my opinion.
I didn't really begin enjoying sex until The Ex.
The first time I slept with The Ex I was extremely drunk and don't remember much. The second time I was quite sober. To fully enjoy sex for men they merely have to complete the act. For women, however, it is a bit different. Having slept with a few other people before The Ex I thought I knew about sex and all its glories, but no.
The first time I actually 'enjoyed' sex was with The Ex. As completely out of control and ridiculous as it may sound, the image of fireworks actually came into mind as we were doing it. I had never been with someone like him and have not been with someone like him since. He is (hands down) the best I've ever had in bed.
While he was the best in bed, it certainly did not translate to our relationship. Or 'relationship'. For someone who could make me so happy, he sure knew how to cause as much pain as possible as well. I love him, but I cannot stand to be near him. Odd, I know.
Having spent months apart from The Ex has helped. There have been road bumps along the way. Namely Dill and Rugby Blue, but all these things have lead me to Grey. Grey is unlike anyone else I've ever been with. I dare say the feelings I have for him start with a L and end with a -ove, but who knows. He is the sweetest man I know and everything anyone else I've ever been with isn't.
So that's it. I'm having sex with someone I love and it is fantastic.
... Ok, it's ok. I get bored sometimes. I know! I am a jerk. But, honestly I get bored. When Rugby Blue is calling me at 3am I sometimes wonder what would happen if I answered. Dill broke up with his girlfriend and I sometimes wonder what would be if I were single. I wonder. I never act though. I think one of the most telling signs as to whether or not you care for someone is when you stop thinking of others in a romantic way. Or in a sexual way. Either way - I don't think of anyone but Grey in that way at the moment. And I'm okay with it.
As I mentioned initially, I. Love. Sex. I love it. It is the most entertaining activity anyone can take part in. At least that's my opinion.
I didn't really begin enjoying sex until The Ex.
The first time I slept with The Ex I was extremely drunk and don't remember much. The second time I was quite sober. To fully enjoy sex for men they merely have to complete the act. For women, however, it is a bit different. Having slept with a few other people before The Ex I thought I knew about sex and all its glories, but no.
The first time I actually 'enjoyed' sex was with The Ex. As completely out of control and ridiculous as it may sound, the image of fireworks actually came into mind as we were doing it. I had never been with someone like him and have not been with someone like him since. He is (hands down) the best I've ever had in bed.
While he was the best in bed, it certainly did not translate to our relationship. Or 'relationship'. For someone who could make me so happy, he sure knew how to cause as much pain as possible as well. I love him, but I cannot stand to be near him. Odd, I know.
Having spent months apart from The Ex has helped. There have been road bumps along the way. Namely Dill and Rugby Blue, but all these things have lead me to Grey. Grey is unlike anyone else I've ever been with. I dare say the feelings I have for him start with a L and end with a -ove, but who knows. He is the sweetest man I know and everything anyone else I've ever been with isn't.
So that's it. I'm having sex with someone I love and it is fantastic.
... Ok, it's ok. I get bored sometimes. I know! I am a jerk. But, honestly I get bored. When Rugby Blue is calling me at 3am I sometimes wonder what would happen if I answered. Dill broke up with his girlfriend and I sometimes wonder what would be if I were single. I wonder. I never act though. I think one of the most telling signs as to whether or not you care for someone is when you stop thinking of others in a romantic way. Or in a sexual way. Either way - I don't think of anyone but Grey in that way at the moment. And I'm okay with it.
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