I guess I should start with a basic introduction.
Hello, my name is C. I am an overweight, 5’9”, Mexican woman with depression and a shitty taste in men. For the past 3 years or so, I’ve been telling myself that I want to improve my way of living. I am a 22 year old prude who, for most of their life, has been emotionally bullied into submission and has had their self-esteem battered so much to the point where there are times in which I don’t recognize who I’ve become because of it.
I know that calling myself a prude isn’t the correct way to begin. It’s a misogynistic term that I’ve received from men, one of them being an ex-best friend, to describe my extremely private personal life. I guess that’s what you get when you don’t flaunt around the number of times you jack off a day. Anyways, that’s not who I am. When I say I’m private, I really do mean it. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to ignore where the name calling comes from.
Although I don’t talk about my sexual privacy or shit like that, I realized that there’s not much to talk about to begin with. I am a prude.
A couple of weeks before 2019 ended, something changed and I realized that instead of going up, like everyone around me expected me to, I continued to fall deeper into the abyss of failure. Not just financially, emotionally, physically, mentally, and socially…but, also sexually.
It took me years to accept that I am, to put it bluntly, an extremely horny chick.
I want to fuck. I crave sex.
But I don’t want it with just anyone. Does that make sense?
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