He began by flipping me onto my stomach and rubbing every part of me with his bare hands. This massage was rough and deliberate and intensely erotic. It eased the tension right out of my flesh. I was lying there all naked and vulnerable as he used his hands to molest me. Ecstasy.
I’ve never had anyone make love to me like that. It’ll probably never happen again. Not unless I’m lucky enough to entertain my Dave again. The way that he touched me was different and quite unique. He left an indelible impression on me and my body.
I wish I understood more. I have so many questions. What is that force that pulls people together? I’ve experienced it myself so I know that it exists. I just want to know.
Great sex is a very important part of a relationship in my opinion. But there are many different types of relationships. And I have sex in just about all of them. I’m not sure if that’s the way things are supposed to happen, but that’s certainly the way it has been for me.
Men taught me to use my body and my charm to enhance the lives of others. Not only did I willingly become a sex slave; I thoroughly enjoyed it. No guilt or shame accompanied my outlandish behavior. So, I can see where I may have become confused about the difference between lust and love.
Oh, come on. You knew I was going to talk about that again. I’m still examining my choices in life. Still wishing for more.
So maybe sucking every guy that you meet isn’t the best idea. It’s not like I suck EVERY guy’s dick that I know. I do think it’s a great way to say hello.
I know that I’m rambling. If you’ve noticed, it’s been about a week of confusion for me. That could be due to a lot of things. I have drawn my own conclusions. Whatever the reason, I’m still learning. Still growing. Still experiencing the most I possibly can. That’s got to be enough. Right? Hello?