*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.