24 September, 2011

who'd have thought...

i have had sex with not quite countless people. i say that it's not quite a countless number because, well, if i was sober and i really tried i could probably figure it out. but the funny thing about life is that... no one ever tells you that promiscuous sex and extravagant drug use go hand in hand.

i have been called many things in my time. the funny thing is about that though, is that most of the things i've been called don't involve the one thing i really deserve to be called - a slut, or whatever your preferred variation of the word is. i guess it's because i don't parade my slut level around and expect the world to be okay with it. when i walk past you in public, you don't get a big whiff of cheap whore and my boobs are only clearly visible and hanging out when the occasion is right, and that is NOT very often.

i don't have daddy issues and i wasn't raped as a kid, so the stereotypical misconceptions as to why i fuck without regard to any of the outside factors don't apply here. i don't know why i like being a whore, to be honest. i think part of me loves my lifestyle for the sheer fact that i am the most unsuspectingly whoreish person i've ever met. i have probably sucked more dicks than your parents have lived years. but the difference is that, your parents probably remember at least one thing about each year they've lived. and i probably couldn't tell you one fact about each dick that has entered any holes in my body. i'm okay with this.

the trade-off i've found, though, for living a fun lifestyle is this: while it's rare i get into a bed alone, it's terribly common to wake up alone. 22 years of life and thousands of orgasms later, i've yet to feel what love is like. more importantly, i've yet to feel what having a boyfriend is like. i get lonely, of course. but i'm the kind of person who will want something (aka someone) and as soon as i get it, i want nothing to do with it anymore. a good percentage of the guys i've fucked have never gotten to even see me after; i call the shots, and when the chase is over, i'm calling the shot to be rid of you. i have crushes, sure, and i fall for people and hope to be with them much like anyone else. however, my whore nature takes over way too early in the delicate beginning stages all too often, and me and my vagina are considered to be rude, pushy, and demanding.

anyway, i decided that since we all do it - we all fuck, some more than others - someone somewhere is bound to find my stories interesting, to say the least.

until next time,
-mata hari

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