Secret

Things haven’t been the same since you came into my life

It is no secret that I am an individual that enjoys sex. Variety is the spice of life. I truly believe that. While I am by no means an expert in the subject, I am always willing to try something new and always willing to talk about my experiences. Over time and after all of my partners, I can say something that most people can’t – I do not regret any of the sex I’ve had. Each encounter brought new insight into my life, whether it was a new sensation, powerful reach to orgasm or the sense of spontaneity and fulfillment.

Something that I’m not sure of is if I really want to let my friends in on the extent of the “crazy” sex life I lead. I have had multiple partners in a day, had sex with men and women, dabbled in S&M, etc etc etc. I have at least 5 people (ok, 3) on call that I can meet up with late night if I ever have the need to scratch an itch. I would never do this if I was in a relationship but then again, I have been broken up with a number of times because I was moving too fast or needed too much from the man in my life.

My latest conquest started innocently enough with me having a nice dinner out with girl friends which quickly moved to after dinner drinks, clubbing and drinking the night away. Needless to say, I met my man for the night while I was out and it was so amazing. Dark, handsome (taller than me not but not classified as tall) and ready to be mine. We started out kissing innocently enough but I have to say that I made the move to show him that the night would end with fucking.

I love the use of the word fucking because in my mind, there are 3 classifications of sex. Making love is something that you do with someone that you love; there is a connection that goes beyond the physical. Having sex is something that is done with someone you love or someone you don’t. It fulfills the needs of the moment; physical, emotional or both. Not quite so sweet and gentle or moving but just exactly what you need. Fucking on the other hand is pure physical fulfillment. It is sweating and grunting while bodies pound together. It is being so in the moment that sex is literally dripping all over your bodies and the scent fills the room. Each and every encounter calls for something different.

Back to my weekend, fucking is what I was looking for in my night. This guy was shy and coy at first, maybe because he thought I would need the wining and dining. But when I whispered in his ear as I groped (ahem, massaged?) him leaning between his legs in the corner of the dance floor, he knew exactly what I wanted. He fulfilled every need I had that night… multiple times throughout the night. But I realized something in the morning. I woke up in his bed the next morning in a different state. Who knows how long I really spent with him but it was long enough to get me in a car for a drive across 2 state lines. I DO NOT DRIVE TO FIND SEX, SEX FINDS ME, DRIVES TO ME. It was a fantastic night but I don’t plan on seeing him again, don’t even remember his name. Boy, it was a damn good time. Are my friends ready to know everything about me? I think I shall continue to shelter them for the time being.