All My Partners Have Been Musicians

I'm just... going to talk about all the men I've slept with. I like talking about it, and, each one explains a lot about me. Kind of.

1. The first. The one that started it all! Woo hoo! This was the one that helped me transform from a virgin to a... vixen? Nymphomaniac, whatever. Because we dated, I gained most of my knowledge during the time of our relationship. I can't think of many times when we "fucked". It was always very intimate and sensual, so we were either having sex or making love. Nothing kinky, either. That was fine. No strange sex stories, which is surprising, except for one time when we were doing it on an exercise ball and he pushed me on a cement floor and then came on my face without even warning me.
Oh, and the time he came and wiped it on my forehead saying, "Siiimbaaa". Not a lot of people let that one go. He also yelled out my sister's name during sex once. That was not okay. If I remember any more, I'll add them.

2. This one was tough. I was right out of a break-up, had just turned 18, and I met him at a diner 12 hours prior. I went to his apartment, not knowing who the fuck he was, and we drank Crown Royal and Jack Daniels. He was from Tennessee, so I was swooning over the whole "southern gentleman" deal. This was... fucking. Straight fucking. A little too rough for me, and what he said during sex made me crack up; it was too hilarious. "Goddamn girl" is a classic line. Others included, "I just, I don't know, I just like skinny girls, I don't like fat girls, I don't know why". He enjoyed spanking and hair-pulling, as well as chatting about threesomes. The condom broke. I never saw him again. This experience prompted me to get on birth control.

3. The third was a boyfriend, which was comforting. I didn't want to get into the habit of hooking up (ha, well...). Anyway, the sex lasted for a wicked long time, and although we only did it a couple of times, I can say that it was enjoyable. It was just like, I don't know, boyfriend-girlfriend sex. I really liked the kid, but the relationship didn't last long, so we didn't really get to experiment with much.

4. Oh God. This one was so disappointing and a bad judgment call on my part. I met him at the beach during the day, and that night, we met on the beach, had a few beers, and had sex. Jesus though, he was so boring. Just missionary and then he asked me to blow him. Okay, listen. I had a rule that I would only blow boyfriends. Well... that went out the window. And I so regret it. He DUNKED me. Dunking is when a guy puts his hands on the back of a girl's head and pushes down, giving her no room to breathe or show off her Cosmo moves. Asshole. I purposely avoided him after that.

5. Haha! This is probably, I don't know, the most fun I'd had in a long time. I liked having sex with this kid. It didn't even make me feel bad that I slept with him my first weekend of college. I knew we were going to fuck the first moment I met him. I went up to him and said, "Hello. I have a single dorm room". Fuck, that was that. We only did it twice, but damnit, he was GOOD. Probably the wildest (maybe second wildest) sex I've ever had. It was just fun; he did the hair-pulling, as well as neck biting (OH MY GOD) and talking dirty-- good talking dirty. Except for one moment, when he said, "tell me I have a monster cock". I... didn't tell him anything. He also liked bondage shit. And it was okay when he stayed the night. It was casual and comfortable and I like that we're friends now.

6. This was the worst one, hands down. The Venezuelan. I made a post about it earlier, you can read it. So terrible. Embarrassed to have even touched the guy. Terrified that I have to see him in the dorms all the time. Two months after we hooked up, he came up to me and said,
"Why do we not have sex anymore?"
"Because I don't want to."
"Why can we not like just do it for fun?"
"Uh, because I'm in love with someone."
"Why does that matter?"
Real life.

7. So far, this one's my favorite. I say this not just because, like, I like him, but because the sex had a lot of the components I love. Also, I had been anticipating it for a long time. So when I did have sex with him, it sort of felt like I was losing my virginity again (without the hymen and all that pain and shit). First of all, we first did it in the backseat of my car, in my church parking lot. Fogged up the windows like some Jack and Rose shit. Anyway, he knew ahead of time what I liked, so he did have more of an advantage than the others. But I love being dominated. And sex bruises are good bruises. And touching my neck is always a good thing. And he knew how to delicately balance between fucking and sex, and I loved that. Eye contact's important too; I like occasional eye contact, because I like feeling connected. The last time we did it though, and of all 7 guys this has never happened (although it'd be weird if it happened with most of them), he told me he loved me. Yikes! That was new! I'm not sure if he meant it, because it was said during intercourse, but it surprisingly... turned me on.


One thing all my partners have in common  (besides being male) is that they are all musically-inclined. And STD-free. I think. Common theme I'm fine with.