 “Promiscuous” - An Overview
Back in the day, people would “sow their oats”, then get married. I was always unconventional, so I did it the other way around. Lost my virginity on my 15th birthday to the man I married at 17 and chose not to have kids as we followed his dream. Unfortunately it didn’t work out and we inevitably grew apart. Alone at 30, after 13 years of marriage, I decided these were now my “college days”. I just wanted to fuck around and see what wild oats I could now sow. I had no kids, no major obligations. I was responsible, not an addict and always had a good job. So I chose who I wanted to fuck. Wanting no part of a relationship, I was totally up front with each conquest. I was still a young, very hot, rock-n-roll partier ready to go. Look out world - got the green light. My spring break had arrived. So there comes a time of promiscuity – not prostitution, whereby I called the shots. What it is like to be the user from the female perspective. To tell them to leave after sex. I’ll fuck you, then you leave… I want to have fun. I deserve to have fun. My definition of fun, was great sex. Just being adventurous, taking chances. It was stimulating. Did 123 guys that I diligently documented and rated with several “repeat offenders”. So the tales are of some fun and some not so fun. Some memorable, some easily forgotten had I not written it all down. There were definitely wild times and debauchery. I was spontaneous. Why would I have such reckless abandon? Because I could. Because I wanted to. Because I had no major obligations. Because it was a supreme challenge. Because I was so flattered and couldn’t believe the “opportunities afforded me” (the cuties I got). Because it was really fun. And mostly because I had some incredible sex, while maybe making the ex-husband a little jealous. I was actually quite proud of myself at the time. Then a one night stand turned into 5 years. Both dysfunctional as each were passionately attracted to the party lifestyle. Those years could be a bestseller if told in its entirety, so only touched on here. Perhaps a sequel. Then things change, times change, people change. I changed (after 5 years of monogamy) I was alone again. Now finding guys thru the personals. Tired of the bar and club scene. That changed too, and is a lot of work just to get laid. The personals allowed me to narrow the odds of meeting my specific criteria. It is also clear how my attitude ultimately changes. I did have fun with the personals, but also some very bad experiences. Didn’t like being alone, and well aware that Mr. Right wasn’t going to miraculously come knocking at my door. I set out in search of Mr. Compatible. There was the transition from just wanting to fuck, to just not wanting to be alone, and the lengths I would go thru to meet Mr. Compatible. You will experience some of my good times. And some of my very bad. Some fun times, some very sad. This story includes rape, and instances where I’m very lucky to be alive. None are dwelled on, I simply move on to the next adventure. The next guy. So I would have sex. Needed to have sex. My way of crushing the loneliness. This naturally got very discouraging though. Sometimes extremely sad and more desperately craving companionship. The computer expanded those limited horizons. Then comes the tales of the “internet interludes”… The distances I drove all alone, and the chances I took, just drips of my desperation. Then, finally, met Mr. Similar who stayed around for the next decade… the end (for now) |
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