This weekend I went to a wedding with Austin. Later on this week when I have more time, I’ll write about how we spent part of the six hours between the ceremony and the reception.
I hate weddings, but at least this time it wasn’t someone in my family getting married so I wasn’t bombarded about questions about when I was getting married. Still, weddings are reminder that I’m no longer eighteen.
When I was in high school and especially college I never worried about serious relationships. Sure I wanted to be in one like every other female, but I was still having fun. I really just wanted to get fucked, I didn’t have much of a long term picture past that.
After graduating and a couple of serious relationships later, I’m single again. I spent most of last summer practically asexual after a one night stand with an old friend and imagining if he married me instead of another girl from our high school.
Austin broke me out of that funk, reminded me that sex can be fun. William is a reminder that sex doesn’t have to be routine or boring. I see Austin on a regular basis, I see William not as often, but it’s safe to say that between the two of them I’m getting fucked more often than I have in a long time.
Yet, I still want more. It’s not a relationship that I want either. Both of those guys can be described as friends with benefits, definitely satisfying me in the bedroom, but I crave going out and meeting new guys. I crave the sex with new men. I have fantasies that I want to live out about me in the middle of two men or more.
Then there’s the women. My co-worker, Nicole hasn’t said it, but I have a feeling she wants to explore more of her bisexual side. And there’s another woman, Kelly. A wild, extrovert that’s loaded with sexuality and wants to go out clubbing with me one night.
In other words, I have a busy social schedule, but I still want more. I’m a slut, I love sex and I’m not in a rush to settle down anytime soon.
and this is bad why? You’re a consenting adult, you’re not lying to anyone or leading them on – so explore while you can. It beats the fuck out of having regrets 20 years from now, masturbating to thoughts of “I wish I had…”
I don’t think it’s bad at all!
Good for you. Live it. Write about it. Make everyone happy.
Thank you Brigit.
Ohh Amy, you are remarkable…. I really want you… By the way, can I ask you something????
I’m going to have to side with the commenters above…..You are young, head strong, and desirable. Take advantage of these times now when you can, you never know when one door closes and another one opens.
I think you’re right Mr. Z.
Your stories are so interesting you know Amy. I wish I could meet someone like you to get into the bed and you know what…. Ohhh how I crave you!!! Just wanna lick you out Amy!!!
Thanks Guulec!
By the way, Brigit and Amy, your asses are pure hot!!!
Living it, loving it and writing it – if only all writers were as brave and adventurous as you. I’m checking out Amazon, you NEED to be funded.
Aww thank you so much Deanna. I can’t tell you how much that motivates me to keep writing and trying to improve my stories.
If you sat down and really considered trying out as an escort, how much money do you think you would take to let at stranger fuck you in the ass? (given that he was a nice guy)
For me being paid for sex is just a fantasy, the only way I want to get paid via sex is with my writing.