Sometimes I fear to speak about this love I have been thankfully blessed with, afraid of being judged, hated on, shinning to bright, envied or being to open, but I'm at a point in my life where I'd be damned if I don't.
I could never imagine sex could be so fun.
I grew up fearing sex in a way, being honest with myself now. Also my first time being what it was (If you know, you know), sex was not the greatest two partners before.
I had a moment in my current relationship where I felt it actually was going to be the end all of my relationship. However open as a can of tuna, I reached out to my father and again if you know you know. I wasn't raised with him to say the least and when we did, drugs, money and respect got involved. Got a bit ugly, but I am love and will always have respect for him. Life always sends me running his way for some reason.
I talked to him on this particular night, feeling down and low due to my non abilities to bust the cry baby on my husband... lmao
Any who I wanted to get the take on sex from a man who's had experience with it with a variety of partners.
He broke it down simple, "get out your head and have fun."
Stressed because we find ourselves laughing instead of breath taking, room shaking moans. Fighting the thoughts of how much power he has over me, when he begins to do the things he do to deserve that power.
I appreciate my mother for allowing me to speak openly.
Teenage child telling her parent that they done sucked dick and ate pussy all in the same summer could make a parent think they child was a hoe.
However my mother did not judge and I never felt like I was unable to speak my truth again.
I have to remember these times because I tend to shy away from my truth with the biggest feard I shared.
But again I be damned if I don't.
I just want you in my skin, Love. 💚