Tried and true tips from my bedroom to yours.

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When I lost my virginity at the age of 17, I didn’t know much about sex. Pretty much everything I knew I learned in health class. When my friends would talk about sex, which wasn’t often, I would nod my head and pretend that I had any idea what they were talking about. Like me, most of my friends went to church and even donned purity rings, but somehow they all seemed to know way more about getting it on than I did.

This is why we can’t have nice things.

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It all started when I was seeing this guy named Matt. He was in his early thirties and was a TA at my college. We met one night in a bar when I was twenty and using my cousin’s ID to get into bars off-campus. I was there with a friend, drinking Long Island Ice Teas, which I had not realized was just a shit ton of booze in a cup. I wasn’t much of a drinker back then, but my Russian suite-mate was, and she was leading the way.

It’s not that I’m not interested; it’s just not a good time.

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We were having a pretty decent conversation throughout the day until he sent me a video of him outside of his house masturbating.

She secretly hates my sexual confidence.

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I’ve never been the best at making friends. I have always been a little bit of a loner in life. Friends don’t exactly flock to me, and that has always been okay for the most part. Usually, when I’m dating someone, their friends end up becoming my friends, at least until we break up. Or I have one close friend for a little while, and then eventually it fizzles out because I tend to need a lot of space from people because I’m pretty introverted.

Yes, it’s possible to enjoy it your first time and every time after.

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I have never been shy about discussing how much I love anal sex. [ Add Link ] I once was dating a guy who called me a unicorn because I was not only a girl who would give up the booty when he asked, but more often than not, I asked him. He confessed early on in our relationship that he had never been with a girl who wanted and enjoyed anal sex as much as I did.

He recently came back into my life, and now I can’t get him off my mind.

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I was kind of seeing someone else when I drove out to my ex’s new house to see him for the first time in two years. Anxiety rippled through me as my Jeep traveled over the gravel roads. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal just to see each other and talk. But for me, he has always been the one that got away, the one that I thought I would marry, the one that was what I thought a soul mate would be.

after I had already lost 100 pounds.

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A few years ago, after I had my first child, I was a tad overweight. I’ve never really been a thin girl, and pregnancy tends to make you pack on some pounds even if you don’t abide but the old adage of eating for two. There was nothing wrong with how much I weighed, but I felt uncomfortable in my own body and wanted to make a change. I started working out and watching what I was eating, and rather quickly, and I started losing weight. …

Touch them and treat them in ways they won’t be able to stop thinking about.

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There will always be that one person that I will never be able to forget. For me, it was that one partner who moved in ways that captured my attention. Who touched me in ways that made me feel things I had never felt before. He wasn’t the one that I dated the longest or thought that I would marry. He wasn’t the one that I had the most in common with or even loved the most.

Some of us aren’t built for sex work.

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About a month ago, I started an Only Fans. In reality, it wasn’t something that I wanted to do or thought of as a good career move, and it was more out of curiosity and research.

I want it … no need it.

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I close my eyes at night when I am alone, and I think about your lips. It’s been forever since the last time you touched me. I can barely remember it, even though I hold on to that memory. Pouring over the details in my mind of the last time that I didn’t realize would be the last time. You’ve always been able to turn my body into Jell-O with one touch. The stroke of a finger down the bare skin of my arm. The touch of your hand as it wraps around my wrist, pulling it above my head…


I write about sex, love, relationships, and other things I don’t understand.

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