fucking

Ever since deciding to become a sex worker, I've done a lot less fucking. that sounds bad, or good, depending on who you are. for me... I don't know. It's definitely made me crave sex a lot more than I used to. not that I didn't used to crave sex. it's just I can say that previous to deciding to be a sex worker and going on tour, I was in my home town... with all that goes with that... but I'll get to that a bit later

I have so much to say about fucking, fuckery, wild crazy sex, that I'm finding myself speechless. 

Sex has been high on  my list of favorite activities since the first time I did it a few weeks after my 18th birthday.

I think waiting to lose my virginity for so long [I'm from the South, most girls my age had been married with kids for ten years by the time I had my first kiss as a high school graduate] let me be more open minded sexually, and also let me formulate questions. By the time I had my first boyfriend/sexual partner, I was ready to go down a list of things I'd though about but literally never had the chance to try. Simple shit, like a blow job. Complicated shit, like riding a man like a cowgirl when a little drunk and off balance [that can end badly, I've heard crazy emergency room bouncing too hard broken penis stories, but I probably grew up around too many emergency medical professionals...] various yoga positions [years of dance lessons left me very flexible]... Never too much into kink/bdsm, I guess it's just the hippie/naturalist in me. Always loved the realness of just two naked people and never liked the idea of props and toys. [to this day I've never owned a sex toy] I just want to kiss and touch.

I mean, don't get me wrong. I've always been into some hair pulling, ass smacking, wild crazy, multiple positions and locations, wet and dirty, alert the neighbors fucking. I'm just not too into being tied up, or anything like that. for me, I don't like the idea of sex and punishment being tied together. I feel like sex should be a celebration. or a time to unwind. a release. A plethora of good feelings. I'm not into leather and whips. I'm more into sex on a picnic blanket by a river. [there's a reason I call myself hippie bombshell. I'm a hippie. fuck shoes!] But, with that, I'm very open minded, so if introduced to something crazy in a way I could handle, I could probably get down with it.

I mean, that's how I got into back door action. it took time, but my ex was very polite, [and prepared with plenty of lubricant, both of the personal and alcoholic varieties]. He really really wanted a three ring circus.

maybe it helps that I have a very sex positive attitude [and considering a woman's most sexual organ is her mind] I've pretty much achieved an orgasm every time I've even fooled around a bit. but I know that isn't the norm. I read statistics for fun like every other former academic super nerd. 

See, pre-sex worker Colette always had, shall we say, a long-term FWBs. I guess I was too busy busting my ass in restaurants/bars/clubs after I was done with school, or maybe just too footloose, fancy free, and young to commit to much more than a sexual relationship, after my first long term and serious emotional liaison with a man... I wanted the freedom to explore different facets of my personality and date, but I also wanted guaranteed great sex. So, I would link up with friends [not like, good friends, but guys who I knew through the social grapevine] who were equally as noncommittal, and make a simple agreement that we could call one another when the need arose.

The arrangement was good, in most cases. But, like they always say, it can never last for long. After several beautiful months of random mornings before work, rainy afternoons, and late nights of tiptoeing through houses as not to wake the roommies, it would always happen. the inevitable. the cool chill guy I knew who was too busy with his career, his life, his whatever to make time for relationship building would turn girly on me, and want me to make a lot more promises. I think it's because I can cook. or maybe it's because I give a great back massage [aka blow job]. I don't know what it is. but no matter how much I kept the relationship physical, they'd always fancy themselves in love. and I'd swear they hardly knew me.

sex shouldn't be so complicated. this is part of the reason I made the decision to become an escort. In this industry, I feel like, for the most part, both parties are extremely straightforward. I honestly enjoy the company of a well rounded and established man. I honestly enjoy helping someone forget their worries, at least for a little while [I'm a Cancer, and very nurturing, and sometimes even give really good advice!] I honestly enjoy learning from someone older and wiser. I honestly enjoy uninhibited sexual experiences. and the gentlemen who meet me honestly enjoy a curvy, busty, chocolate, sweet, feisty, smart, funny, hottie.

so I'm here, still anticipating my first review so that I am able to get on a few more sites, and maybe into a meet and greet I hear is going down soon. because not having sex often was not exactly my plan when I decided to be a sex worker. in fact the opposite. half of the fun is fucking.