Happy New Year, everyone!
And yes, I know that this comes (cums?) late — obviously I have troubles with the resolution of doing things promptly and without delay… This happened two weeks ago, and is written from the next day’s perspective (when I started writing this down). — Enjoy :)
For the beginning of this new decade, I decided on some standard resolutions for my physical health, such as exercising regularly and eating more healthy, as well as taking care of my mental health and well-being. One specific and also more special resolution was related to my mental health and development: To kiss and have sex with somebody.
Now you might wonder whether I — at the stand of the first January of this year — was an unkissed, 25-years-old, virgin. No, I wasn’t. But up to that point, I had only ever kissed one person. My first kiss was just shortly before my 24th birthday (hence ‘late bloomer’). And I got it from the only same person I then ever had sex with: my one-and-only ex-boyfriend who dumped me last spring, after a few months of us being together. He broke up with me just as the pandemic was beginning to take over the world and just hours/days [who knows] before I would have told him about my newly discovered kinkiness, my sexual fantasies and corresponding sex toys in my closet…