Part 1 – Nikki
Sex isn’t something one should be ashamed of. It’s natural. It can be sweet and gentle, or just fucking hot.
I discovered sex at a very early age, fourteen to be exact. Once I had a firm grasp on what I was doing, the orgasms followed and I spent a good part of my young adult years on my back, my knees and various other positions that require a great deal of yoga to tolerate. I was proud of my ability to please men, always leaving them wanting more. I loved sex, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I did, however, question the normalcy of some of the desires that I had. I didn’t understand them and had no one to talk to about it. I was labeled a slut by the women while the men were ripping off my panties and throwing my legs over their shoulders.
I eventually reached a point where I assumed I was supposed to settle down and do what was expected of me, so I married and reproduced. I suppressed my sexual needs and morphed into the happy homemaker I thought I wanted to be, losing bits and pieces of myself every day.
14 years later, as feelings of unrest and unclaimed orgasms began to surface, I wrote my first book and created a Twitter account to learn as much as I could about publishing from social media. My voice eventually grew louder, my mouth got trashier, and my confidence blossomed, along with my sexual frustration. There was no denying it any longer. I needed to fuck again. Really fuck, as often and as dirty as I could.
Through a mutual fanfuckingtasticly cool tweep, I met Heather and we began to interact here and there. It took us both entering a torrid online affair with the same man to realize that we had a lot more in common than unruly kids and bad marriages. The affair opened my eyes to what I was missing, and I busted out of my suburban candy-coated shell with orgasm after screaming orgasm, always wanting more. I knew at that point there was no going back for me. Oh, and did I mention she took him from me? Yeah, she did. Snatched him right out from between my legs, but I’m ok with that because she gives him something I’m not capable of.
So without him between us muddying the waters, our relationship grew into what it is today. We discuss everything from orgasms, to genital hair removal debacles, to divorce nightmares. We share pictures of facials, bruises and hot footwear. We have no secrets and we don’t judge lascivious behavior. In fact, we encourage it.
Excellent first article. May your mouth continue to get trashier and trashier!
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