I’m oversexed. I think. Well, maybe not, but I think about sex a lot. I just backspaced to remove the all caps. If I had to explain it, I would say that I love the feeling (who doesn’t…well, I guess some women don’t). I love the pre-feeling. I love thinking about it after the fact. I imagine it. I fantasize. I re-live memories in my head. I do NOT think I could have sex with ANYONE. I think there is a difference between a slut and who I am. But obviously I have issues. This isn’t something I can bring up to my friends and get their opinion on, like I would on how to decorate the dining room. Sometimes I wish there was just something I could do to curb my sex drive.
And that’s where this comes in.
I think this little experiment will help exercise some old demons. I think it can help reflect and define what makes the woman I am today (at least in parts). If nothing else, it will be fun.
So, I’ll call it “My Lovers”. Some of the stories will be about physical lovers. Some will be about those I have loved, some will be about those who have loved me. Some have hurt me, some have made me feel good. Some have scared me and some have bored me. All of them, helped shape me.
