In fact, many people enjoy a full and satisfying life of sexual abstinence. Why, though, most people feel pressured not to go too long without sex

In my 15 years in kink I have learned many things. I think the most important thing is that I enjoy sex. But really I enjoy sex a lot! I like it hot, dirty and messy. For some people it’s not an easy place to get to. I am not a skinny Barbie type girl. I have curves and that’s just the way that it is. One thing that did help when I entered this lifestyle was to see that there were many different types of bodies and nobody seemed to really care. It didn’t take me long before I was naked at events and I never looked back from there. If you fast forward to the last few years after my transition I had to go through it again. I have scars on both my vagina and breasts. I didn’t want to people to see that at first. It took my Mistress telling me that she liked my body the way that it is. That helped so much. Now I can take my clothes off in front of people and I fully accept who and what I am. I’m a sexy slut.

It’s a lovely feeling having acquaintances in different cities, states and/or countries. As you can probably tell, I enjoy meeting new faces and personalities whether I’m driving, walking or flying to different places of the world. There is so much outside of our small little world where we live and I plan on experiencing them all one day, eventually. The experience of new adventures, new foods, new cultures, new music, new dances and of course new people is fascinating to me. Of course, there is always a goal to get laid by at least one local man or traveler. Not getting laid on a trip makes me cranky and nobody wants me cranky on vacation! It doesn't necessarily have to be strangers all the time, I have traveled with men too (just imagine those stories)... You see, I travel 3-4 times a year (whether in the states or abroad somewhere), but the intention is always to learn something from all these locations. Of course, if I fall in love with a place, I do end up going there more than once (usually not to the same city though).

Disclaimer: This is my personal account of my sexuality and my experiences being an asexual person. Your story and journey of being asexual may look different than mine, and that's totally fine! Your story is valid and beautiful.

Do you ever wonder what made you the person you are today? Well, those thoughts always come to my mind and, even deeper, I wonder how I became a Nympho. Yes, that's the truth. Was I always like this? Interestingly enough, when I look back at a lifetime memories that I can remember, I was always very sexual. I was very curious at an early age (touching myself and experimenting) and lost my virginity at the age of 12-13. Curiosity killed the cat, right? Well let’s just say I haven’t stopped being curious and I test my limits all the time. I find new and better ways to do different things with different people. What’s the issue with that? Well, there certainly are negative consequences for sexually compulsive behavior, just to name a few: greater exposure to STDs, damaged/short term relationships, loss of reputation, sex becomes a way to numb out pain or loneliness, easily bored with sex partners, etc. I looked up the term Nymphomaniac in a dictionary when I was younger and it was completely relatable, which made me feel like I wasn’t alone (Geez, it’s in the fucking Webster Dictionary for God’s sake, it has to be real)!

I screwed up a few times in my lifetime. Who hasn’t? But I’m talking about real fuck ups that hurt other people close to me or myself. This story, I would say, was on the list of fuck ups. First of all, marriage is not something you should take lightly. It takes discipline, patience, understanding, communication, SEX, honesty, and the list goes on and on. My marriage, just like any other relationship, had its ups and downs, went sideways at times, good and bad times, cheating and lies, the usual shit couples go through, right? After I had my second child though, I became less tolerable and definitely less patient, especially because I now had proof that he was being unfaithful to me. I became very unhappy with my living situation because he was out at all hours of the night and I was home constantly with two young children with no time for myself. Everyone needs time for themselves! Everyone! The ex-husband, which I will call “Douche Bag,” became a little more distant and stopped giving me his attention like he used to. Duh, he was too busy fucking other women! Every time I would confront him, he would twist the truth and manipulate me to believe I was crazy and making shit up in my head. Guess what? I wasn’t crazy! He was actually cheating the whole 14 years (which I didn’t find out until years after the divorce)! Secondly, marriage is hard work, but when someone is being unfaithful and deceitful, then it puts a different burden on the relationship. Just so you all know, I was a good girl for 14 straight years (OK, maybe 12), but who's counting. By good girl, I mean I didn’t fuck around while I was with my husband. In this day and age, I deserve a fucking medal for that! My husband, on the other hand, was cheating for the entire 14 years (even when we were on vacation together). Seriously? I didn’t know it was that bad until it ended, but Jesus Christ the entire time? Disgusting, to say the least.

Asexuality is complex as a whole. The various degrees of it are hard to digest as one thinks: I like guys (or girls) but I feel deep connections only after I get to know them. Or: I have no sexual attraction towards anyone nor do I feel romantic attraction no matter how well I know them. For me, I am still mapping out the degree of my asexuality. I discovered I am asexual when I turned 21. I am 22 now and do I wish I had known sooner? Not entirely. There is a huge possibility that I would not have thought there was something wrong with me and had felt the need to act out sexually in order to feel something. At the same time, I feel that not knowing and discovering something about yourself on your own, in your own way, is beautiful. It is like finding a dusty puzzle piece underneath a sofa after months and you are one step closer to finishing something challenging. Personalities, identities—the mind—it is all complex. I am not a complete rebel, but I do like to discover things on my own when it is against the wishes of others. Within reason. My virginity was one of these things.

I’d seen her before. She’d smiled at me before. She looked shy. She was beautiful. I could see it in her eyes, her grace, the way she tucked her long, dark, shiny hair behind her ears into a ponytail. Golden earrings glinted from her lobes. Set in her clear-skinned face, her dark bright eyes peered from below her dark slender eyebrows, looking up at me with a subservience I found irresistible.

He asked me in his most serious tone, “...how am I supposed to leave you alone if you keep fucking with me?”

Sexual orientation describes what a person is sexually attracted to. It describes who a person is pursuing. Often this is just restricted to who we desire sexually, but it can also describe how we relate to others romantically. Sexual orientation is all about who you want to be with.

There is a strong connection between nudity and sexuality. It makes sense because for a lot of sexual activity, a person needs to be at least partially naked. We also may experience sexual desires from seeing someone else naked.

Have you ever felt a touch so exhilarating that it frees you from your own inhibitions?