I am a young, bisexual, cis-gendered lady.
(I call myself a lady because I feel I’m not a woman.)
I am monogamous and happily so.
I am in a relationship with a wonderful man.
Although I am still discovering sex, I am happy to where it’s leading and I’m happy to have such a wonderful partner to discover myself with.
Discovering him is fascinating.
My body is fascinating. My body is thick, round and proud. I have stretch marks. It does not make me a lesser person. It makes me more of a human being than I already am.
My tastes in bed can be described as Madagascan Vanilla (vanilla, but with tiny specks in it.)
I like it when he talks honest and dirty.
I see sex and I write sex as honest, messy, sweaty, giggly and bubbly.
I see images. I see the styles of London (grey office blocks/colourful markets/peace) and the lights of a Joe Eszterhas movie.
I want to taste sex with every sense.
I want to soak it in.
I am sexual.
Are you sexual?
Are you sex?