Sex with the ex

Once upon a time, in a village far away there lived a girl. She was fair and beautiful and men from regions far and wide would gallop down to see her as she skipped along the dainty meadows that lined the edges of her house.

As with all things beautiful, the girl too became possessed. She became possessed by a man who cared for her and made her feel good and beautiful and everytime they made love it was nice. Now Desdemona was also truthful and intelligent (yes, dear reader, people like this do exist). But the thing that made Desdemona the most beautiful girl of all was her experience. She had slept with several boys over the years and recently, in a conversation with myself, she admitted that despite having a new possessor, it was in fact her previous boyfriend with whom she had had the greatest sexual encounters, even once they had broken up.

I asked her whether people compare the various relationships they've had in terms of the sex and without so much as a flinch she replied in the positive. 'Everyone does, said she, and those who say they don't are liars. If one doesnt compare and contrast how can one learn and improve. How can one whore themselves correctly, so that they shine in the flesh market?' (okay, she didn't say the last bit, that was my doing completely)

I asked her further what it was about her previous lover that made the previous ones fade somewhat inbetween the sheets. And this is where her story began...

'My ex and I went out one night and came back with two lesbians' (The Dame should be smiling at the mention of those particular creatures). As the lesbians and I made love (in what would have been, in my opinion, enough to turn George Micheal into the Pope), with my Ex watching, I was turned on and out completely. From the excitment in Desdemona's voice it made me wonder whether there was more to this femme experience than met the eye. And there it was...

'Upon our return, my Ex and I had the best sex EVER. Now, for somebody so attractive, so experienced, this is quite a revelation. Desdemona became greedy, wanting more and more, her soul was suitable overflowed with lust and desire and suddenly somebody had pulled a brick from the dam. Upon asking Desdemona what turned her on more, the lesbians, or the seduction, via the lesbians, of her now Ex, she replied it was both. Now dear reader, if you've been paying attention to the blog, it will come as no surprise that Desdemona is my new role model.

Further, It was almost as though this one act of sexual awakening completely melted any other sexual inhibtions Desdemona may have had. The awakening that took place that night was to form an uncontrollable link between her past and her present, so much so, that once her Ex was given the title, she still went back for what was some of the most exhilirating sex she'd ever had.

Now, as I have stated previously, real pleasure is in giving pleasure. Desdemona is testament that those who give pleasure will recieve pleasure and recieve it she did, good and proper.

As the sex gets filthier and filthier with the shreds of your inhibitions flaking away into the sewer, there will be a point when the sewer overflows. And this, dear readers, is the definition of sexual awakening.

Needless to say, Desdemona lived happily ever after (until the two lesbians reappear). And I, like all other men and women, await the day when the dragon is unleashed from Desdemona. What a lucky man the current suitor is.