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There’s an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. Legs atremble. (Can hardly feel them.)

There’s rain outdoors and humidity creates puddles on my skin.

Satiated senses and all I needed was the self.

Pneumatic drill like vibrations shake me up. Accompanied with ecstatic sighing.

I’m 31. There’s hope. There’s still hope. Even for someone like me. #bliss

When you have friends who are in their thirties and have yet to lose their virginity, the suggestion of finding a fuck-buddy sounds reasonable. Cathartic even. There is no other experience that comes close to describing what sex feels like. If the one-night stand develops into a sex-friendship, why the heck not.

And no, I don’t care how society feels about someone who blogs about sex. We all fuck.