“No matter who loves you, it doesn’t really matter unless it’s the one you love, too.”
My life has been a blur of men lately, of bodies coming in and out my door and on and off my bed. Twosomes. Threesomes. Casual conversations and deep ones. And yet what does it all mean? As it turns out, not much. The sex is nice; but honestly I can achieve pretty much the same result with my own hands. The intimacy is wonderful; but truthfully I can do without the emotional mess.
In a way it’s funny, these men and their desire to own and claim me. Most of the time I think it’s their own idea of me that they prefer than me actually.