I want it again

I want sex again. How long has it been? A week, two? Hmm... No place — no sex. I already want everyone and everything. When will the consultations at the academy start, so I can see Vladimir Gennadievich again. By my count, I'll see him six more times — five consultations and the final exam. Maybe I'll actually go crazy and seduce that bastard. And right now, I'm in shock at myself.

I mean, I've gotten used to myself over 20 years and nothing surprises me anymore. But if someone found out that this sweet girl, a good computer specialist and athlete, writes stories on sexpornotales, watches porn every day, and wants everyone (to put it crudely

everyone). Although honestly, I don't enjoy masturbation. Maybe I don't know how, but when someone caresses me there, it's, of course, amazing feelings. By the way, I didn't used to like sex. It even irritated me, and I constantly thought, "When is he going to finish already?" The whole problem is that the first time, you could say I was raped.

I mean, I agreed, but what happened can't be called sex, it was... Damn, remembering it makes me so angry at that asshole! If I saw him now, I'd give him a friendly low-kick to the head. Anyway, that happened and it's over. And now I've come to love sex, and everything that comes with it, even anal sex (I thought that would never happen).

I adore giving blowjobs, I love all positions, yes, and during sex, I prefer to be sober. Although being a bit tipsy is also nice sometimes, but the main thing is not to be drunk out of my mind. In my life, there have been, uh, six guys, two of whom were "one-night stands." I mean, one was my boyfriend for a long and tedious time, but I didn't give it to him (by the way, a stupid expression), and then when we stopped dating and met up "as friends" after a while, that's when it happened. By the way, I had only recently lost my virginity then, and I was extremely tight down there.

Yes, and he was about twenty years older than me. I completely immersed myself in the process, he was just, well, words can't describe it... No one has ever aroused me like that and probably never will... Ah! I'd do it again, but no, my body and soul belong to one and only one (is that too cliché?). It's just another reason why I don't sleep with everyone I want to. I'm saving my body. Why would I need a wrecked pussy (I usually use the word "kitty") at this age, or ever, really?

You know, dear readers, I suspect that what I've written in these recent "musings" is almost the only truth on this site. The most select stories I've written are my fantasies, laid out under arousal, an overheated brain, and an acute lack of sex. I think others do roughly the same. It seems I've turned my articles into some kind of "diary of confessions." Anyway, I have another author's story in editing. So expect more nonsense to jerk off to, heh-heh...