Let's talk about my sex.
I see him across the room. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Crooked smile. I play a game of random glances, and I let him catch me. I act like I’m going up to talk to him, but keep walking – reaching up to tug his tie as I walk by.Fast forward two hours. We’re making out in front of my apartment building. We’re groping on the stoop. We’re doing a bit more than making out against a table in the entryway.
And then I stop. “You should call me next time you’re in Philly.” And I shove him out the door and walk up to my apartment.
Although I’m not big on one night stands, I did want to bring him up. But I’ve already had sex that day. In fact, I’ve had sex every day this week. And not just with one guy –with three.
But I’m not ashamed. I hook up more than any single girl I know, and I do it with more people than that jerk that played you last month.
You might call me a slut, but I don’t really think I am. And if we were men, you would probably even be proud of me.
The first time I ever had sex, I was 16 and in love. The second guy was a new boyfriend; I was 17 and horny. Number three was an old friend, but four was a new friend. And five was what I thought would be a one night stand, turned fuck buddy, turned boyfriend of two years.
Number six was rebound sex. And so were seven, eight and probably nine. Ten was disappointing for such a landmark, but he got better with time.
Sometime after 14, I was having drinks with male friends and they started talking about how many women they had slept with. I kept my lips sealed, because my number was higher than all of theirs.
Number 17 stays in Vegas, 19 was a jerk and 20 is so nice I didn’t even have sex with him until I was sure I liked him back.
I have regulars and semi-regulars. I have a booty call of a year and a half, who I barely know with clothing on. I have a vibrator, but honestly, I just like men better.
As a woman, I’ve read that I’m supposed to get emotional about sex. But I never really experienced that feminine attachment. In fact, I prefer to have sex before the emotion is there. Why complicate things for him?
And what’s wrong with it? I could get a disease, which is why I am tested every couple months. I could get pregnant, but that’s why I take birth control pills and hide condoms in every purse. I could get a bad reputation, but that’s why this article is anonymous.
I’m not having sex to up my self esteem – I think pretty highly of myself. I don’t want anyone to fall for me, because I like my single situation. I’m a bit of a nypho; I love the rush, and who doesn’t like to break out their ‘O’ face on the regular? I guess I’m well on my way to becoming Samantha from Sex & the City.
So, yes, I do ‘get around.’ Yes, I do fool around almost any time I can. And yes, my legs do spend a lot of time wrapped around the opposite sex. But I embrace it.
I love sex, and I want to have lots of it. Fighting my own sexual nature would just be AWKWARD.
~Anonymous
Philadelphia, PA
Twitter: somuchtosay