I'm a Ten!

As in level 10 on the Frisky Scale.

I've been hot to the max lately, so being an academic dork like I am, I decided to track it. I started pretty much after my period ended and it's never been lower than a 8. I probably should have made it on a scale of 1-5 instead as I don't think I'll ever dip below a 5.

8-9-9-8-10-10-9-9-10

What have I done about it? Besides practically fantasizing about any attractive man I see in my daily travels and trying to sync The Doc and I's plans so we can meet up, I've helped myself out a lot. At least once every day for... currently 9 days. It's fucking distracting! I start to type up the amazing fun that went down on Monday and bam! I'm sitting in class and all I can think about is being on my knees. I want to jump my bus-crush while waiting at the bus stop. My porn/literotica viewing is up approximately 50%, etc...

Since I've got sex on the brain all my co-worker and I talked about at work last night was sex. He brought up "my boyfriend" (The Doc) and was asking about him. I had to bend a few answers but I told the truth mostly. He still thinks I'm fairly innocent though. I told him it was just a cover and he should not believe it. He laughed and wanted me to tell him exactly why I wasn't innocent. I shrugged. I'd rather he comes up with his own ideas, although I'd bet they're far tamer than the truth.

Despite all of this, I post-poned John a while longer. I honestly forgot to email him back until today, so he's probably pissed. He's used to me cancelling and pushing back our meetings so it shouldn't suprise him. I don't know why I didn't go through with it. I guess I'm not really feeling up for some John action right now. I need something rough, not nice.

I logged in to Ashley Madison with my original account today because I was honestly going to delete it. I lurked to The Docs profile and noticed that he's been logging on recently. It had been at the 7+ days for a quite some time. So I sent him a message, partially hoping he'd forget my account name. "Hey Doc, are you still looking for ladies?" He checked it fast because within 2 hours he asked me about it. Good/Bad. Bad because of his speedy log-on time. Good because he addressed it with me immediately by stating no personal contact with anyone but me. Besides, he never made a move for my 2nd account although if he's as smart as he claims he wouldn't be stupid enough to risk the slight chance it could be me. Also good because I think it worries him and now he wants to call me. Whenever he asks, "Can I call you?" I know he wants to talk about something serious (aka not rendezous date/times).

I wonder when my nympho-esque state of arousal will dwindle to a mere 7 so I can function like a normal human being.

Finally! Pt. 1

Last night was a success to say the least. I got the pounding I so desperately craved. It was one of those you-can-feel-it-the-next-day type fucks. I can feel it in my arms, legs, between my legs, my tits and my mouth. I’ve got to say my mouth hurts the most. I never realize at the time how badly my braces are cutting in to my cheeks as it’s an extraneous matter to the cock at hand. It stings, so I suppose I won’t be eating anything salty or really crunchy/sharp for a couple of days. It’s a small sacrifice. Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

The Doc was late as usual. I’m used to putting 30 minutes on to whatever time he suggests now. Then he goes and complains that he has to wait for me in his car before I come out of my house. Sorry bud, I used to wait at the door until you regularly showed up late. Suck it up. We ran a couple of minor errands then picked up our usual beverages. We always get drinks from somewhere and we usually alternate who buys them but yesterday he pulled some bullshit that I should buy them. I was going to anyways as it was my turn yet I still pretended to be slightly appalled when he suggested it. He went in to some schpiel about how much it costs him in gas to come and visit me (small amount but then he made it a weekly/monthly figure to prove a point). I countered with “Aren’t I worth $x in gas?” Whatever, I’ll buy his stupid $3 vitamin water if it will make him shut up.

The weather was shit so we wanted something entertaining to do while driving around. Egging was an option except we couldn’t think of anything specific to egg as people are out of the question. He wanted to air-horn some people but was implying that I buy the horn. No thanks, I bought the last one and he got it confiscated by the police. I have better things to waste $25 on and I don’t really want to risk getting a ticket. Although what are the odds of being ticketed twice for air-horning?

We had killed enough time not doing anything that It was time to do something fun. We parked in our usual spot, reclined the seats and chilled out. (It really sucks not having a place to go to. His roommate is moving out “soon” so we’ll be able to go there. Sigh, then I’ll have to pay for gas. Haha! At least I wont get neck cramps or smoke my head on the car ceiling.)

I shall conclude with the grand finale next post.

Sex Please

How hard is it to get laid around here? Seriously.

Friday

Saturday

Sunday

Monday

Conflicting schedules, dental emergencies, sleep and work keep getting in the way. All I want is some cock, alright? It can't be that difficult to throw a girl a bone.

John emailed me right on cue. I'm still debating going through with that but probably due to my frustrating lack of sex I responded anyway with Thursday as a potential date.

Grease-fest

So while at work the other night The Doc showed up before the end of my shift since I was bored and he was done his work early. My supervisor/coworker (who is also an approximately 30 year old man) asked if he was my boyfriend when out of earshot of The Doc. I should have immediately said yes. Unfortunately, I said "Not exactly." "OH! I know what that means: booty call! You can leave now and I'll finish up. Go have fun." He might have even thrown a wink in. I tried to play it off as innocently as I could. It doesn't bother me that he knows, it's the workplace gossip that worries me. It doesn't help matters that I'm the only girl that works there. I work with teenage boys and men and I'm surprised by how much talk they spread around. Oh well, nothing beats skipping out on work an hour early.

I was starving so The Doc and I pigged the fuck out. We ordered ourselves a pizza to split. After the last slice disappeared we looked at each other then out the window towards McDonald's. We hit up their drive-thru. It was gross and delicious at the same time. Since all is still not back to normal in the uterus it was going to sadly be just a blow again. Aren't I nice? Lucky for me though, I don't do it out of the goodness of my heart. I do it because I love it. After eating all that greasy food and drinking a lot of pop I didn't think going to town on a cock was a good idea. Energetic bobbing, pumping myself full of air and flirting with the gag reflex was either going to lead to serious belching or vomiting. Attractive, I know. Embarrassingly enough, I did puke while sucking one time. It happened to Mono-Boy back when I was just learning. He didn’t notice thankfully as it was just liquid so I kind of wiped it off mid stroke and kept going like the trooper I am.

I didn’t want a repeat of that so we had to chill for a bit while I digested. In the interim he told me about a hot dream he had that involved fucking on a washing machine. I’ve always had a soft-spot for laundry fantasies for some reason and I vow to make it a reality one day. Somehow we got to talking about what we think about when masturbating and he said “that one spontaneous time on my couch when you were riding me like crazy, remember?” I honestly didn’t and he was somewhat offended. He set the whole scene up to jog my memory and I still had no idea but said I did anyway. So we’re having a nice steamy conversation and he brings up how amazing my smile will be once my braces are off. Mood killer. Please don’t remind me I constantly look like a dork. Things get hot again after some better compliments then he goes and says “It’s too bad about you ‘situation’ because besides fucking I really really wanted to eat you out tonight.” God damn, please don’t remind me my crotch is bleeding and wont be able to indulge.

Somehow I put all his ass-y comments behind me and blew him like a champ. I know I said I’d try to remember some details but all I recall is that my leg and one arm fell asleep and I thought I might have to tap out. But of course you know me well enough by now to know that I would never do such a thing. And I got a perfect dessert for such a filling feast.

I called dibs on another “study break” tonight and I better get fucked to the max or else…

Couples, Cell Phones & Cocks, Oh My!

I think I wandered in to a special couples-only section in the library. They’re everywhere! I’m surrounded. I can’t study around couples. They’re irritating with all their cutesy coupley intimacy. It makes me want to barf. Save it for when I’m not trying to concentrate (ie: on the bus) then maybe it’ll melt my heart.

It doesn’t help that I feel cut off from the world. The internet on campus has been practically nonexistent the past couple of days and my cell phone of not even two months took a swim in a toilet (alcohol was involved) on the weekend. It’s dried out for a few nights and it actually turns on and functions well. The big downside besides the screen being messed up is that it has to remain plugged in or it shuts off. That obviously defeats the purpose of a mobile phone so I have to drag myself to a store filled with pushy sales associates. My beef with cellular stores is that you generally have to wait around for what seems like hours, they don’t want to help you once they realize you aren’t buying anything and they tack on outrageous fees for the stupidest shit. Oh well.

In cock-related news, I’ve got a post work plan for a Doc meet up tonight. Too bad my stupid rag isn’t over yet. The only bonus that comes with that is I don’t have to shave. I would have but I’m lazy and prefer extra sleep. I’ll try and remember some details this time.

I’m expecting an email from John fairly soon. He’s supposed to contact me near the end of the month. I never did officially call it quits with him and I’m on the fence about it. He’s fun but he’s old. He’s kind of awkward but he’s appreciative. I’ve got The Doc but variety is nice. He’s got a wife and child but that’s part of the allure. I’ll have to go back and remember what I was thinking after the hotel rendezvous.

I really want some porn right now that runs like a romance movie but with lots of graphic sex. I want a plot besides the sex and not something like “Sinnamon is alone in her cabin writing a novel about her dead husband when a truck full of lumberjacks breaks down. Sit back and watch their 36 hour weekend orgy in the woods as she learns to cope with the new woman she's becoming.” I want real actors and not poorly written dialogue. Is there such a thing? I just might have to look it up… after I read one more chapter of text.

BJ Break

Periods suck. All you want to do is have sex and you can’t, not to mention all the other gross things that come with it. Well I could have sex but I don’t see that as being an enjoyable experience except for maybe with a long-long-term partner and even then that would be a huge mess.

I was studying up a storm last week with a pending exam so I had to let off some mental steam and sexual frustration. My solution? Call up The Doc to let him know that during his lunch break he’s getting some head.

I brought my A-game. Usually oral sex is just foreplay for me so I don’t have the finish line in mind. It kind of bothers me knowing I’ve got a goal to achieve. But then again, I aim to please so it makes me work all that much harder. Like I said, I was on point. It was one of my best. The details of my technique escape me which is a shame because they should be documented for further study. He was giddy like a school girl for about twenty minutes afterwards. I was actually worried that he shouldn’t be operating a motor vehicle in such a state. His coworkers were definitely going to notice a change in his demeanour when he arrived back at work. As for my demeanour…. I slacked on studying afterwards. I just wanted to get fucked and couldn’t get back on task for a while. Was it still worthwhile? Yep. Porncrastination at it’s finest.

Tough Decision

To buy a new calculator or buy a new vibrator.

Unfortunately buying both wasn’t an option because they both cost the same. Being a nerd I settled with the calculator and was probably just as excited had I gotten the vibe. I love nifty technology and there are so many cool settings and options on this calc. It'll really help out in a bunch of my courses. I’ll just have to wait a few more weeks for a vibe and I’ll probably go with a better one so in the end it’s win-win. Now don’t go thinking I’m living without an operational buzz device, it’s only my secondary that failed. RIP Blue Metallic. It was my first, purchased on a dare in Montreal when I was underage. Alas, it was cheap and loud but still helped get the job done. The motor tanked a long time ago but it still had its uses until the paint started flaking off… mid-use. PSA: don’t use toys in complete darkness. I didn’t realize this until after the fact as there were tiny blue paint flakes everywhere. Talk about a complete post-orgasmic bliss buzzkill.

Defying the Routine

The Doc and I had another discussion about what we are, why I can’t trust him, blah blah blah and all that jazz. I’m sick of having these because they’re never really resolved. I finally have him on my legitimate MSN so he suggested we take advantage of the “protection of msn” we could talk more freely. It’s pathetic that I can’t speak my mind honestly and with coherence face to face but the veil of the internet helps. I threw down some of my suspicions and other comments and like I said earlier, he quarrels well. Well-spoken jerk! Although I did realize that he was trying to make me feel bad for thinking these things, which is what he did when I said he was lying about his identity way back in the day. Nevertheless, I’m still “cool” with the current situation mostly because of one point. If he didn’t sincerely like me, six months later, would he still be in touch and if he just wanted pussy, would he go through this conversation for the tenth time? I’d like to think my sexual prowess is outstanding enough keep ‘em coming back for more despite how bitchy I can be, but I doubt it. Maybe I only think this way because I’m a girl. Guys, how much bullshit would you take just to get some ass?

At any rate, The Doc and I went out to the movies the next night (it was actually a really good one). We didn’t have time to fool around before the movie since he picked me up an hour late (family problems stirred up by Thanksgiving, so I forgave… yet haven’t forgotten). He was too tired after the movie since it ended late that I, self-proclaimed cockwhore, did not get any action… nothing besides the standard goodbye kiss. What about the standard hello shag, eh? He asked me if it was okay first because he didn’t want me to be offended. What could I say? ‘Stop yawning and take your pants off’? I want a willing participant or it’s not [as] fun. He added that this was the like the third time we never fooled around. “Actually, it’s the first [and only] time.” He then joked that this must mean that he fully enjoys my company and isn’t just using me for sex. “I hardly classify sitting in the dark for two hours as quality time.” I think he then poked me and told me to be quiet. I love being a smartass.

You just can’t throw off an established routine like that. It’s super weird. It’s like going to the circus and coming back without seeing a clown. There might be a do-over tonight, we’ll see.

Happy Turkey Day!

I love thanksgiving weekend. There is so much delicious food to eat, you get to see family you haven’t in a while and you can nap a lot and blame it on the turkey. So, like I mentioned earlier, I was going to post a picture up by the end of the week. Consider this my way of saying thanks for your continued readership… or consider it a cheap way to lure you back… or consider it an excuse for me to be the exhibitionist that I am. I snapped this while I was getting ready to hit the bars the other night.




Some of the pick up techniques by guys last night were golden:

I’m not trying to pick you up or anything but can I get your number?

Your roommate seems to really like my roommate, and I really like you so you should come home with me right now.

I hear good dancers are good fucks. Prove it.

[I was having slight dress issues at the time. Boisterous dancing + strapless = bad.] Your dress doesn’t seem to want to stay on. Come back to my place and just let it be.

Oh shit. I gave out my number to a huge creeper. Now don't go thinking I give out my number to everyone I meet. This guy, who was saved in my phone at the time as "Creeper Man," has called 3 times today and has left 2 voicemails. The first one wasn't sketchy, just a "Hey, it was nice meeting you, have a good thanksgiving." The next one was so long he got cut off. I'd listen to it again to catch all the eerie details but I'm too lazy. Here's the jist, "I'd like to get to know you better, I'll be in town next weekend, I might be moving there, I don't know what to say as I don't know you, I'm a pretty chill guy, easy to please, I want to know things about you, like what's your favourite colour, what you do for fun..." I bet he'll call 3-4 more times before he gets the hint that I'm not going to pick up. Am I a jerk for not answering the phone after I intentionally gave out my number? No, alcohol fucks with my intentions. Could I tell him that on the phone? Yes, but he's a weirdo and I'd rather not have to speak with him.

Porncrastination

It’s the latest sensation that’s sweeping the nation!

I know I’m under time pressure when I eat junk excessively, play the same 10 songs on repeat and my viewership of porn increase. I am the queen of procrastination. I can [and probably will] put everything off until the last possible moment. I’m slacking now while I post this. 3 posts 3 days in a row, something is up for sure. Take my paper due Friday for instance, I haven’t started it and I only finished the readings for it last night. I’d like to work on it, but I really should be studying for my exam Thursday night. I’d really like to study for that but I’ve got to go to work. I’d go to work if I had the supplies, but I can’t get the supplies until… blah blah. Eventually that all boils down to “I need to relax a bit before I crack the books.” And what better way to relax than by getting off… am I right?

That alone doesn’t explain the increase in porn except for the fact that I can’t shut my mind off from the pressing tasks. No one wants to be thinking, “Oh Milton Friedman, fuck me harder, your views on corporate governance feel so good! Let’s do some spreadsheets in the bed sheets. Balance my books, baby!” while getting it on. Not hot at all hence external distractions are required.

Speaking of porn, I finally got my hands on a copy of video The Doc and I made. It’s pretty weird to watch actually, but it gets the job done. I like seeing myself which explains why I love mirrors and reflections (e.g. car windows). Maybe because the video is mostly of me I can’t help but scrutinize the details. The audio alone works for me in this case whereas generally I have to mute porn. I cannot stand girls that scream and constantly yell obscenities over and over again. Men generally never make any noise which is always a disappointment. I’m picky with my porn, I won’t lie. The perspectives have to be just right because I need to see the guy’s face. No stripper heels, excessive makeup, fake tits or bottle blond hair. The guy cannot have long hair and be 40 years old with a spray on tan. Tribal tattoos are also a no-no. Blow jobs are mandatory of course. And finally there has to be decent production, it can’t be cheese central with lame transitions and bullshit dialogue. These are just the necessities and I bet my lover Milton Friedman is thankful I will not disclose my wish-list right now.

My current wish: a hard spanking.

Tricky Bastard

The Doc is a mind-warping machine. I don't know how he does it. He could talk his way out of murder, no lie.

I started out strong with good arguments and I thought I was expressing myself well. I wasn't blaming him, I was just explaining my interpretation of events. In the end we're exactly in the same place except "my perceptions of events" were terribly wrong. He never admitted he did anything wrong (brilliant) and spun everything back to my perception of it (killer smart).

He is fucking smooth. Car salesman smooth. I don't give up my positions easily, I rarely say I'm sorry and I hardly ever admit I'm wrong... not that I did any of those in this case. He does have 7 years extra practice in the argument department.

So yep, long story short nothing's changed. Hopefully he absorbed some of what I said and will try to appease my complaints or maybe it'll be the same old status quo. Whatever, I just needed that chunk of stress removed from my large stack of it. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good "text tiff." It drags out your anger on the other person thereby ruining their day too. It gives you time to plan out your responses carefully and strategically while having the ability to review previously made comments. I didn't win this battle per se, but like I said "it's a learning experience." I'm learning mind control and the power of persuasion. I thought I was already good at it but apparently not.

On the other hand, I do kind of win for being awesome. I can be a random psycho bitch and still keep 'em coming back for more. Success!

PS. R1 has been chatting me up hardcore lately. I'm going to have to do a face to face soon. I hope my beer goggs weren't on full strength when I met him so I don't need to run away squealing. Apparently, he's a huge academic and does varsity track and all the jazz. I'm not sure if I could deal. I can't deal with much honestly.

I've Failed

Oh no! I’ve become stereotypical girl. I’m now one of those girls that can’t handle a strings-free fuck buddy relationship. I wanted to beat the odds, I really did. A month ago I was fine. I think the realization of how on-going this is without a definite end in sight bothers me. I can try to blame it on external factors like “he was pushing a relationship on me from the beginning” or something like that but I wont. This is my own failure and it’s a mess. I either need to make it a real relationship, take a step backwards or call it quits. We’re in the middle of a discussion about where we stand right now and it’s not fun.

We had a slight tiff (prompted by yours truly) about his lack of making me a higher priority, which was countered by “my mixed signals" as I previously advocated that "I don't do relationships." This was my opening for telling him I was confused and don’t know what do to about our situation. His reply, “That’s not something I can help you out with. I hope you sort out your thoughts…” It’s true to an extent but he could have at least thrown me something to work off of!

Am I afraid of rejection? Who isn’t. Am I afraid of acceptance? Probably just as much. Part of me says walk away yet part of me says keep going. I might as well go for it, at least for the hell of it. My maxim for things I’m not fully comfortable with is, “at least it’ll be a learning experience.” This can be one of those moments if I am willing to risk the emotional fallout. My dorkiness and business-mindedness just proved themselves as I made a pros/cons table to evaluate all possible alternatives. Fine, I’ll throw the offer on the table… in a few hours.

I honestly don't know how it'll play out. It could go either way.

"You Want To WHAT?"

The Doc and I hung out last night. We lurked around a used car dealership in the dark. They really need to double check their security measures as a few car doors were unlocked. We climbed in a ‘69 Mercedes Benz. It’s a hot car. I wouldn’t mind being fucked in or on it. We might take it for a test drive one day to do just that. Who wouldn’t want to 69 in a ’69! It’s a new life goal of mine.

But seriously, guess what was brought up? The Doc wants to meet my parents. Excuse me? Um, why? He asked how my parents could not possibly know that I go out to meet up with him. Maybe because I’m good at lying and my parents have absolutely no reason to suspect I go out to fuck. They’ve only ever met one guy I’ve been with briefly in the doorway (after they bribed me). It was Toronto-Boy and in that case I had told them we were going out on dates and stuff whereas here they’ve got no inkling. I’ve thrown his name out a few times for example “I’m going to the movies with Amanda, Kayla and The Doc,” or “The Doc is picking me up then we’re going to Michelle’s to meet up with everyone.” That’s it. Girls are safe territory with them. Boys are bad. I once told my mother I was going to Toronto-Boy's house and she wouldn’t relax until I said that his parents were there… not that his parents hindered our sexual activity at all. My parents hardly believe I dance with people in bars or I talk to random men buy that me drinks (don’t even ask how they found out about that).

I can just see it now. [Factual // Fictional]

Folks: Tell me about The Doc?
Me: He’s 27 and has a vague job in the media. // He’s 25 and has a great job in the media. He just signed a big contract with [local news station] and he volunteers at the university. He’s an avid sports fan and loves to debate philosophy.
Folks: How did you two meet?
Me: Oh, an internet affair website. // We met on campus and started talking about my textbook.
Folks: How long have you known each other? We only heard about him in September.
Me: Since mid-May. // August, after my summer exam. [Wow, that is a crazy long time.]
Folks: What do you guys do for fun?
Me: Fuck in the back of his car and I blow him a lot... at least once every time we hang out. We’ve been known to air-horn pedestrians, make porn and drink until we pass out. // Oh you know, fun stuff. We go to the movies, bowling and walks in the park. Sometimes we go out for a few drinks and dancing but I always end up sleeping in a bed with a girl. He respects my boundaries.

Oh, god. This is a disaster in the making. It would be so blatantly obvious we have sex. I’d get the disappointed eye-roll for the rest of my life and potential loss of a home. I am never going to make my children feel like they can’t tell me things. I understand that this is “big thing” that no one could digest easily but I can’t tell my folks anything. I resent them for not teaching me how to share my feelings with others and to trust people freely. Maybe if The Doc introduced me to his family (not his sister as we're almost the same age... awkward) his chances of meeting mine would increase from 0% to 20%.

Virginity, what’s the deal?

It’s been the buzz word floating around lately, so I wanted to throw my two cents in. Let’s start off by saying I doubt I’ve felt the full impact of my decision to lose my virginity yet, or underwent any repercussions as it hasn’t even been a full year since my v-card expired. My first time was with a guy I met in a bar, classic tale eh? No, we didn’t drunkenly have sex right then. We actually exchanged numbers that night and we went on a couple of dates over the next month or so. He was cute, dorky, super tall and had the longest tongue I’ve ever seen. He wasn’t boyfriend material and lived long distance so it was plain old strings-free fun. I don’t remember a whole lot of the specifics of the night in question, just few things.

• We were watching Patch Adams when things started getting heated. Who knew Robin Williams acting like a fool could get you in the mood.
• The KISS poster above the headboard freaked me out. We’re talking full black and white get-ups with the scary faces.
• I actually thought to myself, ‘Will it be over soon? My legs hurt.’
• The amount of sweat and dishevelledness afterwards astounded me.

I didn’t tell him he was getting the first piece of the Kiera-pie and I doubt he figured it out. Does part of me wish I did? Sort of. Not for the expectation that he would make it sweet, with candles and rose petals in front of the fireplace but because I wish he got to have the claim and know it. “Yes! I totally had sex with her first.” It’s very immature of me, I realize. I have a big thing for firsts, like when a new must-see movie is released, I have to see it first. I’ll wait in line for hours. I want to be the first to have a unique bag, I want to be the first one to jump in the pool or the first to listen to a new band, just to say I did. So my only regret was not letting Toronto-boy claim his title as ‘de-virginizer ’

This means I don’t regret not waiting until marriage or a long-term relationship. To me, sex is not something that can only be shared between two people who love each other. I like to think it will enhance it, but it’s not necessary. French toast is always delicious, but sprinkle on some cinnamon and it’s even better! As long as you trust them and feel comfortable, have some fun! Why wait until marriage anyway? I wouldn’t want to be “stuck” with someone with whom I wasn’t sexually compatible with because sexual compromising blows.

The preaching of “saving yourself for marriage” to the teenage masses is futile. I wonder how many kids have sex just to spite the rule or see what all the fuss is about. I believe kids should “save themselves” until they’re mature enough to be responsible and safe about it and they genuinely want to. I know university girls that are not on birth control and regularly rely solely on the pull-out method. Can you believe that? Imagine coming home from a bar and just banging Mr. Mixed-Bag-of-STIs. I define ‘genuinely want to’ as being sober, not pressured and having had time to think about it. I’d preach that to my kid, easy.

Alas, today virginity isn’t worth anything besides bragging rights. We’ve all heard of Natalie Dylan and others selling off their virginity for outrageous prices. Would I have sold mine? It would have been nice if it could be kept discreet (I am a secret whore after all) and I’d get a truckload of cash. But would I be willing to pay to take someone’s? Hell no. I’ve done the virgin thing before and it’s not something I’d like to try again, let alone pay for. Inexperience is not enjoyable. Ok, maybe I'd pay for it in a sci-fi-esque world where the entire planet was infected with various STIs and virgins had to be smuggled and put in to concentration camps. The commercial product for virgins may be on the rise already seeing how more and more people aren’t waiting until marriage. Simple supply and demand, folks. Society’s moral perspective will most likely eventually swing back around to highly conservative views. Who know, maybe being a virgin will become the “in-thing.” But sexuality isn’t about conforming to society, it’s about expressing yourself. If you want to lose it, lose it.

I feel a bit guilty about taking Mono-boy’s virginity only because I believe he regrets it. A few days after I voided his precious v-card I didn’t get the standard “that was fun” discussion. I got a vow of celibacy until he “finds the one.” He was more of a religious fellow and feel I corrupted him, oh well, at least I was first one to!

**This post is a part of a roundtable series hosted by Honey and Lance on virginity with a group of fellow bloggers. Links, here we go!

• Hammer - Blogger Roundtable: Virginity
• Matt Savage - The Dilemmas Of Male Virgins
• Beauty of the Year - Virgin Vendetta
• Effy - Why Wait? An argument against saving yourself.
• Hot Alpha Female - Let’s Talk About Sex…Baby
• Evil Woobie - Why is Virginity a Big Deal Among Filippinos?
• Project Infinity - The More “Touchy” Part of Dating: Sex & Virgins
• The Quest for T - Virginity: A Girl and a Mom’s perspective
• Lisaq - The Value of Virginity
• Kira - Losing Your V-Car: Big Deal of Big Whoop?
• Bobby Rio - Virgins For Sale
• Holly Hoffman - How my mom helped me lose my v-card
• Single Mom Seeking - Why I’m aspiring to be a virgin again
• I Date White - The Brotha Virgin
• Dad’s House - Virginity? It’s So Overrated
• My Secret Hobby - Virginity, what’s the deal?
• The American Virgin - Let’s Talk Virgins
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