lovesickandstubborn

It took me a long time in my life to realize that not everyone was as sexually oriented as I was.  A day without a penis joke was not a day well spent.  I touched myself more than my friends did.  I laughed at things no one else, at the time, found funny… because they were things children shouldn’t have understood.

I grew up a little faster, that’s all… right?

I became aware of myself sexually at a very young age.  Not much older, as a matter of fact, than my own daughter is now.  I’d say I was 5 or 6 at the most… and it never bothered me at all.  When I was 6, I had my first oral sex experience with my “boyfriend,” who was also 6.  The babysitter caught us, but apparently never told our parents, which I was unaware of until recently.  I then obsessed over that “boyfriend” for years.

I would stare for hours at my father’s dirty magazines.  Playboy was great, but my first Hustler kept me locked in my room for a week solid.

I would find new ways to pleasure myself.  I would try to get others in on it.  I was obsessed with my body even then.  I remember believing I had invented the “69” when I was 10.

I lost my virginity to a complete stranger at 13 years old.

I had my first experience with a girl at 16, my first three-some shortly after.  My parents never discouraged my sexual behavior, other than to ask me to “keep it down” when my father was sleeping.

I’ve been the instigator of more than one orgy.  One included illicit substances.  Lots of them.

I’ve been pregnant 6 times, with only two children to show for it.

I sell sex toys, and I am a firm believer that every woman needs at least one good toy… and a proper bottle of cleaner.

I’m willing to try almost anything once.  I miss the days when I could blame my bizarre stash of pornography on my brother, even though I’m sure everyone knew it was mine.

I flirt to the point of being obnoxious.  It’s a gift and a curse.

I LOVE sex in public.  I mean, LOVE it.  On the night before my wedding, my husband-to-be and I had sex in the window of our hotel room on the Las Vegas strip and it was my perfect way to say good-bye to singledom.

There are only 4 men on the face of the earth that have brought me to real, honest-to-goodness multiple orgasm.  If you have to ask, you probably aren’t one of them.

I have so many little secrets that I can’t wait to share.