Shitty Sex. Letting Go of the Past

I used to have those days when I used to sit back and think of past relationships. This was the preking era of my life. I would talk about it with friends. Not, because I wanted old boyfriends or fuck buddies back, it was because I was mad with myself for even getting involved. I used to get super pissed every time I think about the bad sex I used to have. But when I met the king, things changed for me. The first time we made love,( which I’ve never written about) and the first time he held me in his arms; I realized it was time for me to let go of the anger. I realized how much I didn’t care about anybody before him. I did things or said things to previous men either to sleep with them or to play with their emotions. But I didn’t care from them. If I cared, then I wouldn’t have treated them the way I did. I never really made any efforts to keep them. Always secretly wishing other women would come along to get them the fuck out of my face. I could never love any man that tried to keep me confined or criticized who I was as a person. I was happy with me and all my wildness. I just had to find a man that loved me the same way. And, I did just that!

True, talk of all the horrible boyfriends and terrible sex, is good for business. Everyone likes to read about  the craziness of ex relationships. And for entertainment purposes, I don’t mind telling the stories. But personally, at home when it was he and I, I never wanted to talk about situations that could ruin our time we spent together. Honestly J or I, never waste our time concerning men we have no interest in sleeping with especially  old boyfriends or just friends for that matter. What’s done is done. And, I don’t want any loser from my past to think that him or his shitty sex is worth me talking about and reliving over and over again. However, if its a topic that’s blog worthy, we will write about it; no questions asked. But, we do not bring that into our personal life once we sign off of L.S. work. We are too busy making love, getting sexier (if that’s even possible), and having the time of our lives.

I’ve learned that people that I don’t get along with and can’t see in my life, should be given their walking papers quickly. No need to drag it out or try to work on a friendship/relationship that doesn’t exist. There is no reason for me to settle the score, keep up with them, or wish harm to them. Because that means I care and that’s definitely not the case. “Cut them off sharply and never look back” like Janet always says. “Just goodbye and good writtens!”

Great sex needs all my attention. I’d rather have my mouth full of one of my new cuties than talk about some dude I wouldn’t fuck again with someone else’s  pussy. And, I’m telling the honest truth, that I’ve been fucking my brains out from Manhattan to Brooklyn. I know my lovers will laugh when they read this, since this is the only time they get a chance to learn about my past. When we are together, there are more important things for them to focus on; like my clit!

Leave a Reply