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Honesty World

Sometimes we must take a trip to Honesty World. It’s not everyone’s favorite destination, but I’ve found that the more honest I am with myself and my writing, the more clarity I can achieve.  Plus, it’s just fun to spark some topics that you readers can ponder and provide me with feedback.  Gert, I’m looking at you

I had sex on a rooftop last Thursday night.

Yep.  Overlooking Colfax, under the slightly full moon, on a roof, I had sex.

I haven’t had sex outdoors (out of a tent) in the open in over 10 years.

It was pretty great.

Yes, the sex was good, but the experience was quite magical.  I was so proud of myself for abandoning my inhibitions and just going for it.

Even days later when I found out that the interest’s neighbors saw the whole thing, I really didn’t care.

BIG!  HUGE! for me….

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I lost my virginity at 13.  Not a lot of people know that.

I stayed the night at my friend Tori’s house.  She lived in the country, but two brothers lived (the equivalent of) next door. One brother was my age, the other was 4 years older.  I liked the boy who was my age, and Tori dated his best friend.  I was hoping that those boys would be next door that night.  Well, turns out that the 13 year old boys were staying at Tori’s boyfriend’s house, and the older brother was having a friend over.  Tori and I snuck out, went next door, and she began to get friendly with the friend.

We were watching Candyman, and Tori and Ian were, uh, distracting Brad and I from the movie.

We went to the bathroom (yeah…), and because I think we thought it was our “duty,” we began to get friendly.  I knew what I was doing, and while it was my first time, I was still ready.  Brad, however, may not have been.

As quickly as it began, it ended with “I have a girlfriend.”

No blood.  No love.  Nothing to show for it.

I did not have sex again for over a year.

Then, it was still sporadic.

I didn’t have sex with an actual boyfriend until I was 19.  Everyone in between was a fling.

I’m lucky that I’ve never gotten pregnant or contracted any serious STDs.

I’m unlucky, however, for experiencing an active sex life before I turned 20.

Everything since that episode on the Bowles’ bathroom floor has determined my sexual state of mind to this day.

I try to have standards and be a lady.  And my lifestyle is definitely not one of a whore.  I’ve known much sluttier ladies who have had less sex than me.  It’s all in the attitude.  It’s the Virgo in me, perhaps, that causes me to have the outward appearance of a prude and the bedroom stylings of a prostitute.

I love sex.

I’ve gone 4 entire years without it, inconsecutively.  Those 12+ months without sex made me a stronger person.  Fa reelz.

I don’t just jump into bed with anyone.  I do it when I want to.  I don’t when I don’t.

The problem is, and this is what I’d like feedback on, when I’m in a “relationship” that is sexually active, I can’t get enough.

Either he can’t keep up or doesn’t want to.

Not counting the current situation with the new interest, I’ve had 5 relationships since I was 20 that were sexually active, and only one of those boys could or wanted to keep up with me.

Young or old.  Drunk or not.  My sexual appetite seems to be much stronger than most men’s.

Part of this may be due to the fact that I know what an orgasm feels like, so if I don’t get one, I want one.  Some guys still just don’t get that.

Part of this may be due to the fact that men are done once they’re finished and women can keep going.

I don’t really know.

I’ve asked my guy friends, and of course they’re “stunned!” But that’s just a typical guy; they all think they’re “sex machines.”

I’ve asked my girl friends, and some of them are just as shocked as the guys, “You!  You want to have more sex that him?!” or “He doesn’t want to have sex with you!?”

So, is it just me?!

What the hell?

Please, enlighten me………………….

Whit