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“what’s your favorite sexual position? does size really matter?”
i like any sexual position. ha. but really, it depends on my mood…dirty, sexy, lazy, seductive, romantic, etc. and yes. size matters. anyone who says otherwise is a damn liar.
“have you ever gone home with a guy you met at a strip club?”
yes. even though it is a timeless no-no, i have met people at the strip club, decided i wanted to get to know them more, exchanged contact information, and continued some sort of relationship outside of the club. if i meet an interesting person, doesn’t matter where, i will make my own decision. i’ve never been paid to fuck someone i met in a strip club, so i don’t see the problem.
“do you find anal as trite as i do?”
no… i’ve had anal sex hardly a handful of times, and the last time was several years ago. i’ve never really enjoyed it, but i know some women that love it. i want to try it again so i can experience the pleasure they do, but i’m in no rush. i’m taking baby steps at the moment. i love having my ass touched and licked, but i’m slowly moving up towards penetration. i recently got some anal beads and butt plugs, so i’m trying those out first. i’m excited!
“i know everyone likes variety, but in general, how do you like to be fucked?”
you guys are sure getting personal. that’s okay, i like it. i would like the mystery to remain, so i’m going to say it depends on my mood, but always with passion. i’m gonna lead you back to this post; passionate, primitive, barbaric.
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“i think you are simply gorgeous and not to mention hilarious. if i knew you personally, i would ask you the same question everyday even if the answer was the same. having said that, will you marry me?”
yes.
“i’d take you out to dinner, if only…”
if only what?
“what club you work at?”
are you going to stalk me or spend money on me?
“not trying to sound like a creep, but want to go to las vegas in march? i won’t be in the states for very long and won’t be back for another three years, and i would love to meet you. ridiculous right?”
introduce yourself.
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“how much?”
how much for what? i’m going to assume you are asking how much i would charge for someone to have sex with me. that all depends on who you are, what you look like, how we get along and interact, my mood at the time, and most important…my level of desperation. let’s be serious…we all have a price. the multiple times i’ve been propositioned, i’ve been extremely disappointed in the amount of money brought up. if i ever wanted to charge for my sex, i’m pretty sure no one would pay the asking price anyway. (this response is me speaking in the moment.)
“a while ago you posted things you wanted to accomplish or do before you die. the one that stuck out for me was where you mentioned having sex for money. so my question is, a) how do you plan on doing this? b) how can i make that me? c) would i be charged per hole?”
sigh. this is probably where i should draw the line and stop before i get myself into trouble, but i did promise i would answer every single question i received. yes, it’s true, i am not opposed to the idea of having sex for money, and i would like to experience it someday. before everyone starts to judge, please take the time to at least attempt to understand. i consider myself sexually adventurous, and i am down to try pretty much anything at least twice. i like to do things for the sake of experience. before i go about making this happen, i need to be and feel a certain way. i will not do this as an act of extreme desperation, and i will not do this if i feel it is my only option or if i’m feeling forced into it. i will do it when i truly want to and feel mentally capable and prepared for it. a lot of people have this image of a women selling sex as dirty, obscene, pitiful, etc. i think there is a major difference between selling sex because it is the only option and selling sex because you want to do it for the experience. i truly see nothing wrong with a woman making her own choices with her own body (pro-choice, holla!)…and really, who are we to judge? for the record, i also want to pay for sex at least once in my life as well.
so…
a) i’ll decide on that once i feel ready.
b) i am not sure.
c) i don’t even have anal sex in my personal life.
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“how do you feel about life without sex? how do you reconcile your current self with the prospect of living into your seventies?”
life without sex? probably pointless. for sure boring. are we talking about sex as intercourse? or sex as a whole…as if we were all the same people with the same body parts probably made out of cardboard or something…and there was no sex being thrown in our faces daily like it is in the general media? let’s pretend it’s the act of sex so we don’t over-complicate things. is this excluding sex with myself? i think maybe if i’ve never had sex before, then it wouldn’t be such a big deal. i guess you don’t miss what you don’t know. but if i could never have sex again from this point on, i’d either kill myself or find something else to keep me occupied…and that’s when things get interesting.
i hope i live into my seventies at least. i love my twenty-one year old body, and i try to take good care of it. i don’t mind the thought of aging because with age comes wisdom, and everyone ages. things like plastic surgery and botox really gross me out because it is so fucking unnatural. i don’t really think about aging a whole lot, instead i try to live in the moment and appreciate what i have while i have it. overall, i’m pretty excited about life (you caught me on a good day).
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“time has paused, and i’m stuck.”
has it? sometimes i wish time would pause, but it never will. i think you’re just stuck.
“i am extremely attracted to you, and i have absolutely no idea why. it’s not just for obvious reasons either. it really bugs the shit out of me.”
i think i throw off really good vibes most of the time. that might be it.
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“what’s the worst thing you’ve done? where you’re like ‘oh, if there’s a hell, i’m going for this.’”
um. i did a lot of bad things when i was sixteen/seventeen. i feel like you are supposed to do bad things when you are that age, but i am still not proud of most of them even though they make for great stories. i guess if you want to get all religious and shit and bring “hell” into it, this one time i “masturbated” with a crucifix. i was nineteen. it was documented, and the photos might be floating around the internet somewhere. i went to a catholic school for nine years, so i feel completely justified. i’ll probably go to hell or something for that.
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