Fucking so many different people allows me to be so many different people. I am a different me with each of them.  But I’m also not phony with any of them; I’m me, just a different me.

Sometimes it’s odd when they meet each other, but I need to get over that feeling since I live in San Francisco where everyone has fucked everyone else.

With some people I’m a top, with others I’m a bottom.  With some people I’m both a top and a bottom.  Some people spank me.  Some people slap me.  Some people fuck my ass.  I fuck some ass.  I lick ass.  My ass gets licked.  I bury my face in pussy.  I sit on faces.  Sometimes it’s gentle, sometimes it’s rough.  Some people thrill me with their conversation.  Some people bore me.  Some look good.  Some look really good.  Some look so good I’m shocked they want to have sex with me.  Some cocks I suck.  Most cocks I suck.  Some cocks go down my throat.  Some come goes down my throat.  Some come goes on my face.  Some come goes on my tits.  Some come I use as lube.  Some people fist me.  Some people I fist.  Some people tie me up.  Some people I tie up.

The possibilities are nearly endless.  Sure, there are commonalities, because I’m always there, but because of the other people I’m allowed to sexually express myself in a variety of ways.

It depends on my mood and the vibe I get off the other person, or persons.  I’ve had great sex with some people and downright shitty sex with others.  The shitty sex generally occurred with people who can’t get over themselves in some way.  People who aren’t comfortable in their bodies or who are ashamed of their desires or who don’t have confidence in their skills tend to be not all that much fun in bed.  Sex isn’t a serious thing; mistakes are ok and laughing is encouraged.

Sometimes I have orgasms, sometimes I don’t.  Sometimes they have orgasms, sometimes they don’t.  Not having an orgasm isn’t the end of the world, though I am particularly proud of myself when I elicit an orgasm from a body, mine or someone else’s.  Different kinds of orgasms are just amazing to me.  The ones that make me scream.  The ones that make me cry.  The ones that make me laugh.  The ones that make me feel mean.  The ones that make me feel tired.  The ones that make me feel powerful.  The ones that make me feel smug.  The ones that make me grateful to be alive.  The ones that make me forget I am alive.  The ones that make me repeatedly thank the person who helped me achieve them.

Each person gets a different me.  Each person who fucks me more than once gets a different me each time.  It’s like roulette – good luck.

I swear.  True story.

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Categories: True Story.

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