Anyone can have sex at anytime. It depends on how much you want it or how desperate you are for it. You could truly love sex. I have heard of people using Tinder as a bet to see who could get laid before 2:00am. I have always been a “in the moment decision” type of person. I went nine months of no sex by choice. I could have very easily of had sex with someone in that time. I was actually going to see if I could make it a full year at that point. I was interested in becoming a born again virgin. Ha. ::clean that slate::
I started the sex hiatus after douche bag Bill. I went through some medical scares. I was over men at that time. I wanted nothing from them. I was perfectly content with my double A batteries. I realized that I made it to nine months. I was surprised that I made it that far. Did I miss sex to the point of wanting a random pickle in my jar? No. Did I think about sex? Yes. Everyone enjoys sex. It is human nature. I even had my one guy friend, Jaxon, just cuddle and lay on me once during my hiatus, so I could feel the weight of a man on me. ::queue Sex and the City quote:: I have come a long way from my young twenties. The old, younger version of me acted on every Energizer Bunny impulse. The seasoned broad that I am now is more selective on the produce that enters the store in-between her legs.
I made it to nine months of no sex. I started entertaining the idea of going a whole year. It meant my Miss Lucy was tight and right. Sharon Osborne supposedly said she had vaginal tightening surgery done to her. You could go the easier route of indulging in no sex and ben wa ball exercises. The thought of making it to a year was ended by one of my gorgeous Ron Burgundy friends. Grayson and I met three years ago through one of our mutual friends. I had a boyfriend at the time when him and I first met. When Peter and I broke up, Grayson and I started text messaging and snap chatting one another. It was so easy to talk to him. It was even easier to sext with him. We were both pretty good at exciting one another. This went on for two years between us. The build up of sexual tension was beginning to be wound up tighter than Joan River’s face. It was fun to fantasize about the day we would finally get to feel each other’s naked bodies.
That day happened when I was on my hiatus. He was in town for a gig. We were exchanging messages throughout the night. I was definitely feeling pretty good. Alcohol gave me confidence and took away my nerves. Okay, okay, I was drunk. It probably was better for the situation though. Two years of sexual anticipation had a lot to live up to. It started to pour down rain. I showed up to his hotel room drunk, frisky, and wet. There was polite chit-chat before we started ripping each other’s clothes off. I am pretty sure my Miss Lucy was drooling at the sight of him and his big dick. Whew. The first thrust was the most titillating sensation I have felt in a long time. The thought of it right now gives me the chills. Lord, baby Jesus. I remember him saying a few times how tight my vahjayjay was when he slid in and out of me. Nine months of no sex and kegels truly paid off. We went a few rounds. It was salacious.
I still laugh thinking about how drunk I was that night. At one point, I remember I sucked his balls in my mouth like I was the powerball machine. :: yells 35, 23, 18:: All bets are off when I am drunk. Ain’t no shame in my game. He left me with some lovely markings to remember the evening. I had to wear fashionable scarves for a week to work. Do you think I was bummed that I did not make it to a year of no sex? Hell no. That was worth every bit of the two years we had in conversations and pictures. It was one hell of a way to end my nine month sex hiatus. He can pokemon my pikachu any day.
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