I was in my last year of College and I
started to notice some serious changes in me. I had suddenly shed an
exceptional amount of weight, guys were constantly hitting on me and trying to
fuck me, I was still always “dealing” with my ex but now I was always out
meeting other guys.
It was this same time that my friends and
I started partying very heavily. We were regular club goers and were getting
drunk on a weekly basis. Essentially it began as weekends only and then eventually
progressed to nightly too.
At this time, I began to experiment with
harder drugs which I hadn’t been into in my younger years. When everyone was
snorting coke, popping ecstasy and doing bumps of K and Crystal, I was too “scared”.
I was in College and I was totally on the straight and narrow. I stopped
smoking weed because of a bad experience years prior and it made me much too
paranoid and brought back vivid flashbacks which deterred me from being
interested. Believe or not, I was actually focused on my studies and my friends
were pretty boring. They’d go out for “coffee” and “dessert” on the weekends.
Yawn right?
Anyway, as my crowd changed, so did my
interests. I was hard partying with anything and everything under the sun. I
was getting drunk and high and working out. I was driving fast on highways and
staying out all hours of the night. I was working at seedy strips clubs and
bars selling shooters and drinks and I loved every fucking minute of it.
I also loved the male attention that all
this was brining to me. I had sex with new guys weekly. I was fucking everyone
and I was on cloud nine. I had never been physically or sexually connected to
the male species like I was now and it was intoxicating. The way that men
wanted me was something I had never experienced before and I wanted them just
as badly. I was “in love”, “obsessed” and “infatuated” with just about
everybody. I would meet them, fall for them, fuck their brains out, have them
want me and then I would move on to the next guy I met who I now wanted more
than the last. Once I had moved on, it was done. I was never one to go back to something
I had once left and as my friends and I coined it, I did not have any interest
in “the three R’s”. I was not one to “re-use, reduce or recycle”.
Any time I had interest in a man there was
almost always interest in return. In fact, I can’t remember a time when a man I
wanted didn’t want me back; at least physically any way. I was so in to these
guys that any time I slept with them, I would have orgasm after orgasm and I would
fuck them like a porn star. It was never a secret that I loved sex. I was
always very sexual with my ex-boyfriend and our sex was never an issue with us.
I was passionate, dirty, open, adventurous and I was aggressive too. I was very
actively engaged in sex and even quite controlling. I always liked being on top
the best and I always came. ALWAYS.
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