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xii: anticipation of the human body

12: Anticipation of the Human Body

Sex.

Those three words have proven to start a riot, since people have labeled it such an illicit act that should not be talked about outside of the bedroom, as it is proven to start a riot when a woman dates over the capacity that man has set up for her and that a same-sex couple has the nerve to walk out and actually hold hands.

Sex is something that man loves to do but hates to talk about unless it is communal between friends and they have put a stake on the woman's head, then it becomes the talk of the group, because man has done something that has been known for many years...stroking their pride. When a man's pride has been stroked then all cards are off the table and sex is the main topic and sex is a positive symbol.

But this blog isn't a rant, no this blog is for the women who are not ashamed in their sexuality, they don't give a damn about what their body count is. But if you do, then please divert your eyes.

Now to all of my sex lionesses, have you ever been put on top of the world before?

Has that one person ever had your head so high up in the clouds that you forget just what the ground feels like? Your body anticipates their next move, wondering how it is possible for you to reach another level of bliss, and then they prove you right and rock your body with leg shaking orgasms and soft butterfly kisses all over your body.

And after everything you feel like even Beyoncé couldn't touch you, and then you wonder where in the hell have they been through the awkward moments where you thought your vagina was going through a dry spell and an orgasm was a myth, how dare they stay out of your life for such a long period of time.

I'm a bitch...I'm a huge gigantic fake bitch and I should be ashamed of myself and putting one index finger on the backspace button I deleted it all, I knew Isabella read my blog and she shouldn't have to hear what her fiancé made me feel like when he was supposed to be filming. Whenever I wasn't in contact with Emilio, I finally felt the aftermath of what we were doing.

I felt bad for everything, for the way I made Clarence probably feel, the way I was keeping everything from everyone about our long night conversations over text and the days where he would come over after his workouts and make me eat my words about us not having sex until she was out of the picture. They didn't know about us and a part of me was ashamed of it while the other part of me was turned on by it, to know that what we're doing is forbidden just did something to me.

Hearing my phone vibrate against the desk caused for it to snatch me out of my thoughts, I was currently in the middle of getting ready for an appointment with Isabella.

Cue the snake sounds please.

I haven't asked Emilio about it since I made it clear to him, I didn't want to push him into anything but on another hand, I didn't like being the mistress even though I may or may not follow a Monica Lewinsky fan page on Instagram.

The buzzing soon turned into my phone ringtone this time letting me know someone was calling me, snatching it from the desk I saw that it was Isabella, sliding across the answer button I put the phone on speaker, "I'm on my way I—"

"You're missing out on the party!" Isabella yelled before whooping and I could hear a whooping sound in the background.