I’m returning from my 2-week trip, currently laying on a long ass transatlantic flight and reflecting on the past weeks of debauchery. I’ll provide some SFW context first.
I am a 25yo female, white, brunette hair and blue eyes, 5 feet 7”. I grew up in a fairly privileged environment, went to private schools and graduated from an Ivy League. I love my parents to death and we have a wonderful relationship; I did none of those to spite them. My college years were the wildest, however I always stayed away from any kind of drugs, including weed, never smoked and only drank socially. My drug was sex. I fucked probably several dozens of guys in my college days. I sort of have a type, which is blonde or brown hair, green or blue eyes, muscular or at least well built. Some may judge my “sluttiness” but I don’t really care. I found sex to be therapeutic, freeing, a power play. After I graduated college, I moved cross country, got a job that eats up lots of my time and became a little less active. Even then, I love picking up a handsome guy off the street or bar or workplace, take him to my house, fuck him, spend the night together, enjoy breakfast and send him his way.