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.