My way: “Sex is inherently intimate, for me it’s about bonding”

Welcome to How I Do It. This is a series of glimpses into the sex and love lives of strangers seven days a week.

Today we hear from Megan, a 23-year-old master’s student who describes her personal relationship with sex as “complex.”

She’s happy to talk openly about sex, but when it comes to the act itself, Megan calls it “an intimate experience, not something you share with anyone.”

Megan, who has never had a one-night stand because she’s not interested in sleeping with strangers, her favorite part of sex is “a little moment of laughter, or a sour smile or a joke that hits you. And she makes sex your own self.

Without further complications, this week looks like this…

Friday

Today was a quiet night after the busy weeks of the last few weeks. When he was alone, the first thing he did was a glass of wine, then Romco, then Chabeson.

That’s what I was doing for everyone to hear, because one of the first people I slept with asked me to, so I still feel like it’s a request (yeah) (No) – I’m not going to sleep with anyway no one. ..

So tonight I’m enjoying clean sheets, a freshly shaven body, another glass of wine, and a solo session.

Saturday

Saturday morning started with a classic morning after meeting my best friend.

I slept for the first time in 3 months since the dissolution, so I was proud of my motherhood.

I was planning to go to a concert, so I was planning a very busy day. Then there was a party where I knew someone was texting.

We’ve been talking for a week since we met at the club last weekend.

The night ended with some kisses on the dance floor with us…

Sunday

…That’s not the end of the story, technically it was Sunday at this point.

We got back together with me and spent a lot of time getting undressed and doing a lot of foreplay (thanks). He also fell before me unprecedentedly first and finished me off.

Before we had sex, we had a proper conversation about contraception and what we both wanted to use. It meant the world to me.

People used to say that it’s okay because I’m taking pills because I feel bad about not using condoms. That shouldn’t be my fault, but this time it wasn’t.

We had great sex and then after a few hours of sleep we talked in bed all day, mostly because we were too lazy to move. It was a good way to spend the day.

Monday

I was still very tired after the weekend. Also, he had a lot of work to think about in college and he was stressed. 36 is not enough for 2 hours of sleep.

Still, I felt good. After breaking up almost four months ago, it was only last month that I finally felt ready for sex. There was a lot of sexual disappointment.

It eventually went away and I felt better. It was also a sexual encounter worth waiting for.

Tuesday

A long day at work did not help me recover from the exhaustion of the weekend.

As soon as I got home, I took my makeup off and fell asleep. I woke up in plenty of time to make dinner, then waited for my best friend to return from her date night and gave her a third report the week after me.

Wednesday

Tonight I saw the movie “I want to be me” after a long absence.

She questioned whether she was living single “properly” and whether she should follow one of the character’s scenarios, although certainly not a pregnancy with some sperm donors.

He didn’t want to sleep either, it wasn’t me, or he didn’t want to hit me. So I realized that I had to do it my way.

Thursday

I decided to take a break from work today and enjoy the sun.

Unfortunately, my day started without the lies I wanted, but it did mean I had time for my morning masturbation.

That’s what I always do on Sunday mornings, but it didn’t happen this week because I got the real thing.

Every time I masturbate, I try to do it twice. Because the former is the warm-up for the latter, which is so much better than Pancake Day pancakes.

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