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It isn’t the fucking that really does it for me. I think you know that. I can fuck anyone I like, I’m still young, my body still in the kind of shape that men hit on me in bars and restaurants. Like I’m a public commodity to be traded. They aren’t for me, let them find the women who like to fuck and leave me alone.
Don’t get me wrong, fucking is fun enough. The merging of bodies, and all that nonsense. I can see the appeal, but it just isn’t what makes me wet. I certainly don’t find myself in bed alone at night dreaming of panting and thrusting and the endless repetition of enter, retreat, repeat. Fucking bores me.
You know even as you read this what I really love. What makes my cunt ache and my body yearn for more, again, now, please. I close my eyes and night and stroke my swollen clit with only one thought on my mind, no matter how many people I meet, how many anonymous strangers I fuck.
Without you, it all means nothing. It isn’t the fucking, love. It’s you.
