casual sex

I don’t ever want to be reduced to how I look — sex just an excuse to see me with my top off, feelings nonexistent and dependent on how often I put out.

He was close with a lot of his neighbors — the skin on skin type of close — as were many of us, both recipients and givers of the “welcome to the neighborhood” gift of fucking.

I went on a bit of a bender — increasing my body count from two to 20 — from August to October; funnily enough, however, I’ve never really been the most traditionally sexual person.

I didn’t even pick him, my friend did — I told her what I was looking for, and she scrolled through my matches until she found one she deemed suitable.