This is my pussy power, and I flex it like a pro. I know my pussy changes lives, creates thoughts, and moves mountains, so I am careful with who I give it to. The chosen few, or many (however you want to look at it) have never forgotten it. WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT THIS? It's my way of establishing the fact that I am the owner of my pussy. No one that doesn't take care of it or see about it can judge its feelings or movements in society. If this pussy chooses to sample the variety of phallus and tongues this world has to offer, it shall 'til its heart's content. I have a desire to slide on new dick, cum on fresh tongue, and moan a new name every time I get undressed, and no one will make me feel less of myself because of it.
In previous years, dating was purely for marital purposes and almost led to romantic relationships. However, there has been a great change in the dating arena, with more people dating and hooking up for just casual sex. This can be attributed to things like technology and sexual emancipation where many people are moving away from the old-held myths about sex outside marriage.
At first, when you look at the title of this subject, you would imagine that this article is erotic and sexy.
When I was growing up, sex was not talked about in my house. I discovered how sex worked by accident. My parents had bought a how-your-body-works kind of book that depicted various aspects of bodily functioning as machines. What they didn't realize was that there was a sex page, with a mommy machine and a daddy machine. Probably unsurprisingly, my reaction was ewww, gross!
Sex has been a central topic of discussion for centuries through literature, art, music, cinema, etc. It has become increasingly liberal throughout the years, however, it's still commonly stigmatised by many people, specifically religious groups. This is due to the deep rooted belief that sex is only acceptable once married and for reproduction purposes only. The Bible specifically points out, in radical terms, that either you wait until marriage and you're a good person, or you engage in premarital sex and you're a bad person. This notion is even embraced by loads of media today, portraying women as tempting, erotic succubus figures with the sole purpose of "corrupting" poor, wholesome men, which as comical as that sounds, is highly degrading and misleading.
What is going on with me? Is it hormones? Is there something animalistic dying to be released? I hope not. At this point, I think I'll take the raging hormones, to be honest. I don't want anything animalistic until I get more experience and I'm with a gal that is comfortable enough with me to want that—or the other way around with me, comfortable enough with a gal who likes it rough.
Warning: If you are my mother or a close friend and are easily disturbed, please do yourself a favor and don't read any of the articles entitled, "Sex, Love, Life!"
Hey! It's your girl Luna. If you read me before, you know I'm a very secretive person. In my other life experience/story, I was fornicating with a young lad under the radar. In this version of my young years, I'm talking about two insanely hot guys. Let's call them Liam and Ethan—yummy names right? So as you suspect, I got involved with both of them at the same time... it wasn't love, just fun, at least half of it.
You may wonder what the term semi- virgin actually means. It means someone who has done everything but intercourse. If we went back 60 years, there would be no need for me to write this article, as it was relatively normal to not have your cherry popped by the ripe old age of 20. However, as we are in 2019 I'm either considered a freak of nature or applauded that I have managed to keep my cherry for such a long time. The truth is I don't want either of those things and nor do any other more mature virgins. We are not all pure and innocent or devoutly religious, sometimes it's just the way the cookie crumbles. Although, a lot of us girls are wife material and we have not met someone who is capable of treating us with the integrity that everyone deserves to be treated with. In fact if the right person came along or someone right at that moment we would jump at the opportunity to solve all those curiosities we may have about making love.
I met him on a Tuesday night—back when I could only afford to eat once a day—through a “dating” app called Seeking Arrangement, which you can no longer find in the app store (I wonder why). Like most of the other conversations I’ve had through that app, it was pretty straight-forward. He wanted me to go over to his house, at around 10 PM, and he’d pay me $400. Although the word “sex” was never mentioned, it was implied, and I didn’t really mind. He was attractive and I was broke, so I took the six train down to Brooklyn and got off on Barclay’s Center at around 10 PM.
I recently started watching a docuseries about sex and love around the world. Living in a first world country myself, I find it interesting to look at how other cultures live and the way in which they look at sex in particular.