I’ve written a couple times about my ex-girlfriend Amy and the sexual odyssey she took me on for our one-and-a-half year relationship. I was nine years older than Amy and she was a stark sexual contrast from most women I had dated and known closer to my own age. While I considered myself a pretty progressive and liberated sexual individual, Amy was on another level.
In my teen years, porn movies were confined to the backroom of the local VHS rental shop or the adult novelty store. Amy grew up with 24-by-7 free access to just about any porn one wanted to watch through the internet to her computer in her bedroom. And while we were both consumers of internet porn before we started dating, porn became a regular staple of our sex life, which was basically our entire co-existence. Amy was by definition a nymphomaniac; a woman with an uncontrollable desire to have lots of sex, especially with different partners. And I was along for the ride; happily and willingly seduced by her 21-year old tiny framed fit self with oversized natural ta-tas (her words, not mine) and a truly magical pussy (refer to previous stories).