I'm a year-old straight woman, and I spent the majority of my 30s celibate. At 40, I realized that while I wasn't interested in dating, I was tired of my vibrator. I also realized that it was time to go forth and fuck with the body I had instead of waiting for the idealized body I was going to have someday. Over the past three years—despite being as fat as ever—I've consistently had fun, satisfying, exciting, creative, sometimes weird, occasionally scary, but mostly awesome sex. One guy I met on Craigslist was particularly great: awesome kisser, amazing dick. He came over, we fucked, it was excellent, we chatted, he left.
Has she learned from them and become a wiser person as a result? Hahaha oh gosh no. Until my early 20s, I was abusive toward young women. Like many other abusers, I was in denial about who I was and what I was doing throughout this period. I lied to myself about the consequences of my actions and justified my behavior with self-pitying excuses.
A big thank you to my editors, LadyCibelle who sticks by me even though at times she may disagree with my stories, and to Jake River's who's sitting in for my editor Techsan They still edit my stories so the readers get a much better read. I decided to come out and explain to you why I do this. Of course I'll change a few facts like my name and where I'm from; I won't give you an e-mail address where you can find me either. My only purpose is to let you know why I do what I do.
No, you read it right the first time. You mean the meme, with the kid holding the balloons and flipping off the others as he floats away? Yeah, I like it. What about it?