Yeah, it was all risky as hell, and not at all like the good girl who got her education and then married young and did everything a good girl should do. I could have his cock in my mouth for an hour, and swallow, and love it, and not want to ever hear from him again. I could have a guy in my bed, in my ass, at midnight, and not know his last name. I could ignore a text from them and not feel rude or guilty. You could be demanding and selfish and usually, he liked it like that.)Īnother thing I learned is that I could fuck someone and not think about them again. (Those dudes were actually the best fucks, because no one was restrained by inhibitions – there was no judgement because there was no friendship. I learned that I could have sex with someone I wasn’t in love with – and, occasionally, whose presence I barely tolerated. Three months into my own personal root revival, I had in fact, much to my surprise, learned a lot about myself. I’ve always had a ridiculous sex drive, and I’d been deprived. ‘Try’ lots of different types of men, because I needed to ‘find out what I really like’. I decided to date as much as I wanted to. So when I divorced him at 35, I had to make up for some lost time. I was a virgin when I met my husband at 18.
