*Below I am including three entries from the journals I’ve kept over the years. In these journals I’ve been pretty uninhibited about my sexual conquests. Names, however, have been changed.*
*In this first entry I’m 20 years old, working at a summer camp for families, and have recently fallen into a relationship with one of the girls who works there. I’m also, apparently, reminiscing about my college ex-girlfriend:*
July 21st, 2007
Of the two girls I’ve slept with, it’s different.
Katie was more of an aggressive nymphomaniac with a mostly shaved pussy, who liked to fuck sometimes at night, sometimes in the morning. She liked to be on top, as if she had a sort of domain over me, bobbing up and down at a furious pace at times, or, if I was on top, letting me go hard and fast, and if I slowed up, she urged me to hurry up by putting her hands on my ass and driving me back and forth. We never kissed while doing it, and she always moaned loudly or let out this high-pitched, fluttering coo, making me think she was cumming over and over (that only actually happened once). I never used a condom because she took birth control. My most vivid memory is of me being on top, staring down at her head cocked to the side, as she smiled while half-cooing, half-hyperventilating, her arm sprawled to the side.
Margaret, on the other hand, is always on the bottom. She leaves her mouth open in this constant gasp that gets wider the more she likes it. She wraps her arms around my back, sometimes digs her nails, bit my shoulder once or twice. She is overall quieter than Katie.
*Almost 9 years later, I was in grad school in Chicago, and was a bit more of a scoundrel. I’d begun seeing two women simultaneously:*
April 17, 2016
In the past 48-ish hours I’ve fucked two women two times each. Just thought I should make a note of that. One is a 27 year-old black woman who works in fashion accounting and lives in Lakeview; the other is a 38 or 39-year old clinical psychologist in training, recently divorced, who lives in Logan Square. The former calls me “daddy” during the act and has a large vagina that makes wet noises when I give it to her, the latter left a visible scratch on my back from clawing me with her nails while I gave it to her. With Allison, I was on top. Rachel, she was on top. I smeared my face in both their vaginas. All vaginas basically taste the same.
Allison is the black woman. Rachel is the late-30s divorced psychologist.
Allison has my watch and keeps sending me dirty texts. She’s kind of strange.
Rachel I woke up next to this morning. I suspect (she and I) have more in common. She used to work in publishing.
*…And a week later.*
April 28th, 2016
It appears that if I have enough sex in one weekend, I’ll be able to go the next week without feeling the urge to get desperately turned on and fulfill some kind of jerk-off quota. Last weekend I fucked both Rachel and Allison within a twelve-hour span. I woke up beside Rachel in her bed at 6:30 in the morning, we made small talk, I told her that I wanted to have sex with her, she chuckled, we kissed, I moved a hand down her body. I crawled under her sheets, went down on her as light filtered in, she got filthy wet and drenched my fingers that were circumferencing (sic) her clit while I licked her kind of wildly. And yeah, the gasping and the moaning and her hand pushing at my head, and her thighs spazzing upward and clos(ing together) when she reached her breaking point. MY emerging from under the sheets, into the fresh morning air, a bird chirping somewhere, 39 year-old vagina all over my face…I kiss her and tell her that I’d love to do her raw before getting a condom.
And eight or ten hours later on Allison’s bed, licking her hilariously wet pussy, I notice an actual white pussy juice stain oozing out of her lips when I pull away (or is it my saliva)…and (later I) fuck her sideways on her bed, hearing her call me daddy again, and me cumming so intensely it feels like it lasted forever. Why and extensive, detailed orgasm with Allison? I don’t like her very much. We don’t quite vibe as people. That’s the last time I want to fuck her.
In any case, afterwards I felt exhausted. When I got home I had to take a nap. The next day I woke up stuff and achy everywhere. My neck was sore from eating pussy.
And here’s the thing about that nap; if it had been at Rachel’s house, I would have felt semi-okay napping there. At Allison’s? No way. She’s out of the picture.
*Afterwards, I somewhat coldly dumped Allison, and immediately afterward was dumped by Rachel. I went into something of a downward spiral of drinking and further promiscuity until I got my act together and, later on that year, met my future wife.*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ub4ynt/three_journal_entries_from_my_sex_life_mff