Lately, I’ve been taking stock of my sexual experiences (Picture: Rachel Adams 2023)
As I work my way through the crowd, a mouth-watering smell hits my nose.
It’s a heady, musky scent that sends a jolt of excitement through my body – I’ve always been a sucker for a good cologne.
Turning my head, I lock eyes with the stranger responsible for this assault on my senses.
We hold each other’s gaze just a few seconds too long – the unspoken code for ‘I fancy you’– and a smile spreads across my face. I know that my casual night out with the girls is about to take a deliciously dirty turn.
Sure enough, a few hours later, the man with the intoxicating perfume is in my bed.
I could tell this tale in a dozen different ways because this is what most of my Twenties looked like. The hopeless romantic in me wanted to fall madly in love but my vagina wasn’t about to turn down good dick while I searched for Mr Right.
So I’m not ashamed to say that I was unashamedly single and slutty.
However, lately, I’ve been taking stock of my sexual experiences. Perhaps it’s because I’m now in a monogamous relationship or maybe I’m just feeling sentimental as another year draws to a close, but part of me misses the slut I used to be.
Ask any of my friends and they would tell you that I used to love a spontaneous shag (Picture: Rachel Adams 2023)
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Before I get into this, let me settle something: this has nothing to do with my love for my other half. Our sex life is great and my boyfriend even more so. I don’t miss the men I used to shag, nor do I want to sleep with anyone else.
But casual sex was a big part of my identity for a long time and I have been struggling with trying to figure out how to combine these two sides of myself.
Ask any of my friends and they would tell you that I used to love a spontaneous shag.
I remember visiting a friend who was studying abroad and meeting a few of her classmates including Don*, a charismatic man with a glowing tan, blonde hair and a smile that could melt ice.
I felt it immediately: that same tingle that hit me when I met the hot stranger with the good cologne on the dance floor.
I’ve always enjoyed the anticipation of not knowing where a night will take you and there’s no high quite like the biological urge to get it on with someone who throws your hormones into a …read more
Source:: Metro
