Though there have been many debates over when women hit their sexual peak, I can honestly say that I’m most definitely approaching mine. Not even gonna lie: I’ve been a complete hornball lately. Which isn’t to say that my libido suffered in years past, but there is a sexual reawakening going on, and I’m not sure if it has to do with the fact that I feel better in my own skin now than I ever have or because sex isn’t limited to the same guy, day in and day out. But I’ll take it, whatever the hell this is.
Lately I’ve been lusting after someone in a way I almost don’t even recognize because I don’t remember feeling such strong impulses. But in my daydreams, we kiss passionately in a dark alley; I press up against him in an elevator, my legs wrapped around his lower torso; and we lie naked in an unmade bed. This is just the kind of thing I need right now. Nothing complicated; just a good old-fashioned love fest.
Years of a harmless friendship have matured into one sexy email exchange after another and I find myself typing, giggling, blushing, and biting my lip all at once. I can’t believe what we write to each other, and yet, I feel no regret when I hit “send.” I just hope I can hold on to this feeling for a while, before things get too complicated. We’ve been walking a fine line for months and though the urge to sleep together is intoxicating and overwhelming, I know that I’ll miss THIS when we do.
But I don’t want this to be all there is either.
I feel determined to have wild and steamy sex with him though there are some factors that should prohibit it from happening in the first place (and to protect his anonymity, I’d prefer to not reveal too much information. Though it’s not the brief fling I mentioned here and here). I don’t want to think about the consequences; I just want to see where we can take this. And if the sex would even live up to the expectation.