i've finally been able to achieve orgasms for the first time since splitting up with the devil. i've had two. the first, in the very early hours of morning...when the light was shining through my bedroom window the way it was that first time he and i woke up in my bed together. it inspired a hate fuck fantasy.
honestly, i almost want to fuck him again just to make it real. i'd like to fuck him till he cries and then never speak to him again. i've never uttered the words "i fucking hate you" while cumming, but i have now. and for some reason, it was hot.
this morning, it was my first time fantasizing about fucking someone new. it's still going to be a long time before i'm ready to sleep with someone...but i'm ready to entertain myself now.
i imagined us fucking in a tent. in the woods. gently and gradually growing rough. and the waves of orgasms hit me hard.
this is good.
i'm ready to move on now.
give me a man who can climb trees with me and cook dinner over an open fire while we have deep conversations about pranayama and meditating and personal growth.
give me a man to grow with.