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I left a relationship that had felt increasingly suffocating and after I became single, being free to have sex with any man I wanted was thrilling and fun. For the first time, I found myself free, and I was excited to flirt, kiss and go to bed with other men. So that’s what I did, repeatedly, from October 2014 to May 2015. One-night stands were casual and thrilling, and in the cloudiness of ignorance I thought I was being careful. It wasn’t even particularly regularly – maybe once every two months – but when it did happen it was always with a stranger, I was always drunk, and it was always unprotected. It seemed funny at the time. If I’m honest, I loved the attention. I loved it when guys would text me telling me I looked pretty as they watched me pour drinks, or would wait until the end of my shift to walk me home. I started going back with a careful selection of these men. It used to make me feel giddy giving in to their attempts, but the moment I left their house in the morning, I would feel like a used and discarded tissue. In one year, I had slept with 12 people, six of whom in the space of those two summer months. I had had unprotected sex on eight occasions, and taken the emergency contraceptive pill after three of them. Three men had cheated on their girlfriends with me. I went to the sexual health clinic, where I had tests done for pregnancy, chlamydia and HIV, all of which miraculously came back clear. I made a promise to have sex only when sober, and I have now been abstinent for three months. Finally, I decided to forgive myself. And I haven’t changed my mind.
JFL at imagine marrying such cumdumpster hoe.
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JFL at imagine marrying such cumdumpster hoe.
A moment that changed me: waking up with a bad hangover – and two men | Anonymous
At first, after I became single, being free to have sex with any man I wanted was thrilling and fun. And then it wasn’t
