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.
When people talk about awkward sex, it's usually something along the lines of farting at the wrong time, accidentally getting injured, or saying something stupid.
"Who are you?" He asked me amid the sport, and I looked down into his eyes from straddling his lap. We had already been in his bed for several minutes, and been introduced not many more of them before...his question was curious, What does he mean?His eyes were deep and held caution, licking the words right from my tongue, swallowing them whole. His lean but muscular body flexed beneath mine, fighting against the desire to devour, sweat lying shamelessly on his naked, woolly breast. His steady grip around my small biceps, as if firmly holding me away from falling down a rabbit hole.
I have had a very long and stressful week when I had a conversation with a dear friend of mine. We hadn't talked in a few weeks, however, we spoken as though it's been only hours since we had utter the words, "Hi."
He pushed me against the wall; my shirt lifted so high that it was practically off. His mouth was around my nipple, sucking. The bouncer came over to us, and instead of kicking us out, he pulled out his long cock and began to wank it. This was a dream that a friend (yep friend, don't give me that look) asked me to analyze for them. Even though they were in a bar, apparently nipple sucking was more important than alcohol, which makes no sense to me. There's a time and place for the nipple sucking, but being at the bar is not that time. More important things are happening, like tequila shots. Still, I was intrigued, so I started looking into it and found that sex dreams are a very unique experience all of their own.