Oneshots/short stories that I'm thinking about converting into a book at some point. This is where all my ideas for stories go so always come over and give some feedback so I'll know what y'all want to see next!!
A long ass oneshot as an apology for my long ass absence. This oneshot is a bit different than my usual work, but I really enjoyed writing this. Let me know if you guys like this one.
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Onika Maraj Los Angeles, California 5:00pm
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thrill /THril/ noun 1. a sudden feeling of excitement and pleasure.
The art of inducing it was something that I'd studied until I'd become a master at it. I always enjoyed the process of experimenting and exploring my body until I learned what thrilled me and what didn't. I knew how to be a student to my own urges and listen to my desires in order to be led to new sexual heights. I gave my mind the freedom to crave the most unspeakable things and in return, I'd become the most sexually liberated version of myself. Sex was supposed to be passionate, erotic, carnal, and an overwhelmingly beautiful act between two people. What people failed to realize was that sex wasn't a one size fits all ordeal. Millions of people currently believe that vanilla sex was supposed to be the best thing they'd ever experienced. When in reality, every person who experiences that toe curling, mind numbing, bone chilling type of sex has some level of these three things; confidence, security and lastly, freakiness.
I'd discovered that if you wanted a good sex life, both parties had to have the three or else the least adventurous of the two would drag the other one down into a sea of boring, repetitive sex and nobody deserves that. After my first relationship, I thought that maybe I wasn't being as communicative about what sexually fulfilled me, but when I tried that approach with my second relationship I realized that people didn't want to hear about how bad they were in bed. They'd rather keep doing the same boring positions with terrible foreplay. I was the type of woman that was down for anything for as long as it made me wetter and brought me closer to my peak. I wanted the kind of sex that was so erotic, spicy and fervent that it made you almost cum just from foreplay or just from talking.
I also discovered another huge part in why I hated vanilla sex. In almost every relationship, the woman had to be submissive, quiet, delicate and obedient. I never liked being dominated because it meant that I had to follow someone else's rules and directions. It's not like I hated the dynamic; quite the opposite as I loved the security that came from it, but I just wanted to be the leader more than follower in the dynamic. I wanted to be the one to gain my partner's trust so that I could unravel their built up desires until I'd found what makes them tick and ultimately explode. Wanted to make my partner give up complete control because they knew I'd take care of them both during and after our filthy ministrations. I wanted to be a teacher; leading my student into the realm of all their hidden sexual fantasies because they knew that I would only encourage their nasty behaviors rather than reject or embarrass them. I wanted sex that was thrilling, for both me and my partner and I wanted to be able to express my liberation with people who wanted to level up their sex game.
