Glitter. Real Stories About Sexual Desire From Real Women by Mona Darling, Lauren Fleming, Lynn Lacroix, Tizz Wall, Penny Barber, Hopper James, Elis Bradshaw, Delilah Night, Kate Anon, Nina Potts Read Free Book Online

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    I’m a twenty-six-year-old professional with a grown up career and other big kid responsibilities, but five years ago I was an ambitious and talented professional drunk. This consequentially landed me the title of ‘slut’ but I like to think about myself as being “a lady of the evening making up for lost time.”
    I grew up strictly religious, scared of my body, never knowing quite fully about my anatomy, and convinced that someday I would find Prince Charming and we would get married, ride to a castle and hug all night. Fast forward to a party with what my Mom called the “wrong crowd” when I was nearly twenty-one, where after I finished my very first bottle of Jack Daniels I found myself in a hammock with a sexy bar bouncer receiving my first kiss. Twenty years old and I didn’t have the foggiest idea about how you are supposed to kiss. I think I ended up sucking a lot of hollow air. Luckily we were both drunk enough to not care and continued macking all night.
    Shitfaced, I went to bed and he asked if he could sleep in my room as well. Any other person on the planet would have known what this actually meant, but I really just thought we would crash on the floor and get a good night’s sleep. But, instead I was date raped. For years I thought it was my fault, and held on to the massive amount of guilt that accumulated. I remember calling a friend, sobbing into the phone about how confused I was at what to do next, I had heard about Planned Parenthood but that was the extent. She asked me if he “came in” me and I didn’t know what that meant so I said yes to save myself from seeming even more inexperienced. It was only years later that I realized that I was simply a young naive girl who didn’t know anything about anything and was taken advantage of by someone who knew goddamn well what he was doing. This was a hard realization, but now that I look back it explains perfectly how the next few years came about.
    Now, don’t get me wrong, the whirlwind of consensual sex was a riot after that. I became the talk of the town while adoring every rumor. I spent every night in a club or bar, dancing my ass off and having a great time. And every night I had a new partner usually exploring anything and everything under the sun. Er, moon. I couldn’t tell you the names of most of them and some memories are fuzzy but I had a hell of a good time. Public sex under the staircase across the street, in alleys, cars, random people’s beds and couches, bathtubs, pool tables… phenomenal. Alcohol loosened me up and quickly turned this virgin into a kick-ass tramp.
    My first real relationship was a sidewalk meeting one drunken 4 th of July night with a carney from the circus. Within ten minutes of meeting we were in a cab on the way to my house and thus started a three-year stint with toxic love and sexual deviation. I learned about everything with the carney, and there was no shame. We fingered each other at the top of the Capitol building in DC. We had riotous sex in a circus train with paper-thin walls and an old chef masturbating next door. We found a mutual love of S&M and bondage and sexted graphic wet dreams all day long, It was excessive, but it was also the basis for the relationship and so it fueled us and we ran with it.
    After the devastating but necessary end of that clusterfuck, I reveled in the single life again. I placed personal ads on Craigslist and each time I did, my inbox would fill with hundreds of responses. I had a ‘date’ every night and would meet them at my favorite bar which was a five minute walk from my house. This worked perfectly as the bouncers were close friends, the beer was cheap, and it took less than an hour for me to deem them safe and get their eager bodies into my bed. It was odd for me to go without sex for more than a couple of