Sexual Healing Is for Real, Folks
Even if last week I wrote that casual sex can be annoying.
Before coming to this AirBnB together, Ulf and I agreed to first meet in a nearby wine bar. This was for safety reasons—to ensure neither of us was an "ax murderer." But it was also to guarantee we liked each other.
As we sipped our wines in the bar, I stole glances at his muscled arms and the outline of his chest beneath his white T-shirt. I liked him. I knew I was going to sleep with him. But did he like me?
Clearly, he did, or he wouldn't have invited me back to his AirBnB.
Ulf led me by hand into the bedroom. He guided me so I was on my hands and knees on the bed. He licked my pussy and ass from behind, then rearranged my position so I was face-up, spread-eagle.
He straddled my face, and I pleasured his cock with my mouth. Then he mounted me and slid his dick inside my pussy.
I gasped when he entered me. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he thrust back and forth inside of me. We were both too turned on to last very long. We climaxed in a simultaneous orgasm.
After coming at the same time, I felt so close to Ulf. I was also aware that he was leaving the country the following day.
Let him go. The sex was hot but I didn't want a boyfriend. I couldn't handle having a relationship at that moment. Not so soon after my divorce and not with the way my now ex-husband, David, had treated me.
I was still grateful for what Ulf made me feel. He made me feel alive again. He made me feel young again. Now that I was single again, I wanted to regain the youthful feeling of my twenties.
If I couldn't be young again, at least I could feel young. Sex with Ulf helped me experience that.
The above passage is part of the new opener to my memoir Sex-Starved, which you can now read on Wattpad.
I know that last week I wrote about how casual sex can be annoying. God knows I’ve had enough bad experiences with it in my life.
And yet, I still hold that my casual-sex journey directly after my divorce was, for the most part, healing.
Here’s a video of me discussing my book. I touch on this exact topic.
Sexual healing is for real, folks. At least it was for me.