How Many is Too Many?

When it comes to sexual partners, how many is just too many? I don’t mean all at once, but over a life span. Let’s face it, very few of us women are remaining virginally pure for the marriage bed these days, and most of us don’t end up with the man who first deflowered us. (Real good thing for me on that point). The issue of sex normally comes up pretty quickly in most relationships, sometimes even on the first date. Then there’s the inevitable dilemma…should I or should I not give up the kitty?
I have to be honest. There’s been a number times when my mind was telling me no, but my body, my body was telling me yes…So I sucked the dick, got the kitty licked, and did plenty of bumping and grinding, but stopped short of going all the way (to put it proverbially). I really was saying no solely because I was scrupulously keeping count of how many men have penetrated the poonani and I have just never wanted to be guilty of sleeping with “too many” men. But I’ve never really defined what that number is…Is it 10, 20, 50? Maybe it doesn’t even matter and I’ve been passing up some delectable dicks over the years for no good reason.
Then there’s the issue of whether to tell the true number if my man ever asks this touchy question…How many men have you been with? I would hate to give the “wrong answer”. According to my dear mother, a woman should never answer this query, period. We all know there’s a double standard between men and women in this area. If a man says he’s been with 80 different women, I would think he is a freak and a bit promiscuous, but possibly still deal with him, depending on the other variables, (including disease status). But I think if a woman said she had been with 80 different men…she would be looked down on by men and women alike.
Another aspect to this topic is whether oral sex counts as actual sex. Personally, I’m from the camp that says Bill Clinton did not lie- that he truly DID NOT have sexual relations with Monica Lewdwinsky. To me its not sex unless a pregnancy or a hemoroid could result from the act. If not, let’s see how many orgasms we can have… Some men may say I was teasing…but in truth, I was just trying to keep the penetration numbers down…I mean damn- blue balls never killed a man!
I don’t really know what made this topic come to mind other than contemplating that I am off to a rather slow start in meeting my back from Egypt resolution of fucking no less than 100 times this year. I would love to hear from everyone else. How many guys can I fuck before I am officially a hoe?

Why did I?

What gave me the right to think that I could live happily ever after? That I could find a love to call my own...

Why did I dream of a place I could call home, breaking all the codes that I have known to be true and even if it wasn't right?

Why did I think I could survive on love? Why did I think I could toss pot, cigarettes and xanax out the window in favor of a stable life with a one I had learned to love?

Why did I ever.........

So I'm back from outer space where lovers live...for a brief moment I lived in eupendi where passion fruits grew sweet and it was so divine that I nearly lost my mind and forgot who I was for a little while.

I've heard it said that it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, do I believe that? Not necessarily. To have and then not to have is the bitterest pain I have felt in a long time.

One person's love in exchange for mass love? Does it really make sense?

To hold yourself aloof from the afflictions of ordinary people is to live a little.....

I'm depressed. being away for a while gave me a taste of the other side of life, now I have made my choice.

The starry flight to the top is a darned lonely one. To be loved and adored is a beautiful feeling, but is love ever really enough? Not to my thinking...one can stay wholly in love only for a little while and the rest of the time, it's an uphill task.

Which would I rather have? The love of one person - knowing that I am the most important person in their live or the love of everyone and be left alone out there in the cold while everyone goes home to their loved one and significant other?

Is it better to walk the pure waters of self love or the murky depths of loving someone else...

Your guess is as good as mine.

I'm back