I’m not really sure where to start. It’s been such a long time since I put together a blog post.
Not too long after my last post, I met who I’m going to call Mr. X. He was older, good looking and intelligent. I never lived with any guy for longer than a weekend, never wanted to, but after I graduated college I moved in with him.
He was really good in bed and always made sure I was satisfied, but he was kind of boring between the sheets. Sex was always fun, but it wasn’t long before we got into a routine and never really did anything different…ie no anal, no facials or anything like that. The first six months was filled with lots of sex, the last year it calmed down dramatically.
I moved out last December and this January, I decided I needed a change of pace. I moved down to Florida to get away from it all.
For a while, I wasn’t really into guys (or girls just for the record). I spent some time getting to know me and a whole lot of time with my dildo and favorite vibrator.
I’ve had sex twice since I came down here. The first time was nothing worth writing about, drunken, sloppy, really bad sex with a guy I dated for a couple of weeks in March.
The second time happened earlier this month with a guy that we’ll call Paul…names changed to protect the innocent. That night didn’t start out well, but it definitely ended up being something worth sharing.