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I love sex. I do. Sex is one of those amazing things that nothing compares to. When it's done right of course. Since I love sex, I decided awhile ago that I wanted to be a slut. I don't believe in these silly, sexist notions of slut and its negative conotations. Last night I realized that I had to be more specific. You can have sex that's pleasurable, but it's still lacking. If there's no emotion involved, it's empty. It fails to live up to that amazing point. An orgasm doesn't guarantee happiness. I won't go into specifics, but last night, I fooled around with a male friend of a friend. At no point did I want to keep in touch with him or see him ever again after the sun rose. But I've had other one-night stands/encounters/experiences, etc. and I wasn't left feeling empty after. I really wanted him to go away. So what caused this reaction? I think the first cause is that I've got such a crush on someone right now and it'll be fulfilled in my fantasies only (they have a significant other). Don't you hate those relationships where you know nothing can ever happen? I think about this person and my insides quiver. I can still feel their hands on my back. It just occured to me that my descriptions are so vague, that this could apply to several different people depending on who's reading this. *laughs* |
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