Silverdrop, who has had a more sheltered life than I have *understatement alert*, recently asked me how many lovers I have had in my lifetime. Well, Laura Antoniou’s definition of sex is something like “Any activity that increases the likelihood of orgasm.” That’s pretty sweeping, as flirting is on that continuum at one end, with full-on, let’s have something penetrating something until all of us (hopefully) orgasm at the other. NOTE: I do not, and haven’t since I was around 19, think an orgasm is a necessary for good sex.
Anyway, if we limit “lover” to those people who I have had some sort of sexual act with, from early teenage dry humping to the full and varied sex life I have now. I think the answer is somewhere between 15 and 20, one man (well, we were 15 and 16), the rest women. Silverdrop thinks this makes me a slut, bless her.
So, dear reader, you might be wondering (assuming I haven’t bored you into clicking away already) what the point of this blathering is. Yes, there is one, I promise.
I have had lovers of all shapes and sizes but, looking back, there are more Rubenesque lovers in my history than slim people.
Methinks this constitutes a pattern.
This picture was taken last night. I get erect looking at it.
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