Was It Good For You?

When you slut around, hopping on and off man after man (and the occasional woman), it’s easy to think you are great in bed. After all, most of the sex us promiscuous girls have is made possible via heavy alcohol and/or drug use which clouds your memories (and makes you feel like a porn star during the act).

For the past several years, I’ve been eager-beaverin’ it all over town (and other towns), with lots of wham, bam, thanks, dude/ma'am/dude and dude/dude and ma'am sex. Orgasms were had by all parties – or at least things felt good until we both passed out – and all was joy in slutville.

Here's my problem.

Now that I’m in a long term, committed relationship, and having regular sex with someone for the first time IN SEVEN YEARS, I’m beginning to think I’m not such an amazing lay after all.

Don’t get me wrong, our sex life is very, very good. Orgasms are frequent and often multiple. The fact is for the first time in my life, I actually have a sexual RELATIONSHIP that requires as much tending to as an emotional one. And it's draining my available bedroom resources. Fast.

Now I want to be acrobatic. Tantric. A mind-blower. I want to turn him on as much as I did the first night we were together, every night.

So I bought a book. Toys. Videos. Manuals. I might even hire a whore. I’m studying up. I’ll let you know how it goes. And comes…