Sexy Time
So it turns out having sex is actually quite easy to achieve, if you're in the right frame of mind and can find someone equally willing. But as I recently discovered, finding good, enjoyable, want-to-start-a-regular-thing sex, isn't.
Finally sick of embarrassing myself with the guy I had been crushing on, I put it out into the universe that I was ready to have sex after 6 months of being single & only being with the same person for the past 6 years. As it transpired, my friend was having drinks for her flatmate's birthday, and I was able to meet another of her flatmates, who was single and equally open to gettin' freakaaay!
Now before I go into gory details, can I refresh your memories. In my previous post I said I did not want a boyfriend, & nothing has changed. Having sex did not make me fall in love, I wasn't paralysed by lust and unable to think about anything but the boy, no mixtapes were made. In a completely selfish way, having sex again was wholly about me, about knowing I could get out there and do it, and fulfilling my animal instincts. At points this year I thought I might not have sex again for a very long time. My loneliness became a resignation, that I may indeed become a cat lady.
So this boy, I shall name him Donald, because I will never have sex with someone called Donald, this boy (who you will find out later on really was boyish) didn't really make any moves and didn't really try to get me in bed. He just happened to be in the right place at the right time and was happy enough to fulfill his purpose. We had sex in his bed after he put on the worst movie I've ever seen, and it was all very typical of a one night stand. There was no foreplay, no interesting positions (unless you find missionary interesting), and I did not come.
I wasn't bothered by any of these things to be honest. I was just happy to have done it. Looking back, it was pretty disappointing, it could have been a much better re-awakening of my sexuality, but now I know it can only get better from here. He did however bring a spark back to me that I thought was lost. In the days following, I caught myself thinking about what had happened and I couldn't help but be happy, with myself. Something that had laid in hibernation was awoken. I felt alive!
Unfortunately, the boy really was not suitable to start anything regular with. Sadly he snored something terrible, he kissed really odd, and he still had an ex hanging on (I don't want a boyfriend but I am not prepared to share my toys...). So now I'm back to square one, of sorts. I don't have someone to share my nights with, but I know it won't be far away. I'm ready to meet someone, which I don't think I was before. I'm excited to see what happens next...
Finally sick of embarrassing myself with the guy I had been crushing on, I put it out into the universe that I was ready to have sex after 6 months of being single & only being with the same person for the past 6 years. As it transpired, my friend was having drinks for her flatmate's birthday, and I was able to meet another of her flatmates, who was single and equally open to gettin' freakaaay!
Now before I go into gory details, can I refresh your memories. In my previous post I said I did not want a boyfriend, & nothing has changed. Having sex did not make me fall in love, I wasn't paralysed by lust and unable to think about anything but the boy, no mixtapes were made. In a completely selfish way, having sex again was wholly about me, about knowing I could get out there and do it, and fulfilling my animal instincts. At points this year I thought I might not have sex again for a very long time. My loneliness became a resignation, that I may indeed become a cat lady.
So this boy, I shall name him Donald, because I will never have sex with someone called Donald, this boy (who you will find out later on really was boyish) didn't really make any moves and didn't really try to get me in bed. He just happened to be in the right place at the right time and was happy enough to fulfill his purpose. We had sex in his bed after he put on the worst movie I've ever seen, and it was all very typical of a one night stand. There was no foreplay, no interesting positions (unless you find missionary interesting), and I did not come.
I wasn't bothered by any of these things to be honest. I was just happy to have done it. Looking back, it was pretty disappointing, it could have been a much better re-awakening of my sexuality, but now I know it can only get better from here. He did however bring a spark back to me that I thought was lost. In the days following, I caught myself thinking about what had happened and I couldn't help but be happy, with myself. Something that had laid in hibernation was awoken. I felt alive!
Unfortunately, the boy really was not suitable to start anything regular with. Sadly he snored something terrible, he kissed really odd, and he still had an ex hanging on (I don't want a boyfriend but I am not prepared to share my toys...). So now I'm back to square one, of sorts. I don't have someone to share my nights with, but I know it won't be far away. I'm ready to meet someone, which I don't think I was before. I'm excited to see what happens next...
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