In any case, I was interested in this nerdy guy that I met online.  He was nerdy but he was funny and intelligent.  Started liking him.  Things turned to us having phone sex.  We decided to meet up.  He drove an hour to come see me.  I thought we were just going to hang out.

I knew things wouldn't work out since he's an hour away.  

He wanted to have sex.  I didn't want to say no.  So, I let him have me. 

He had a really short tool, but it was thick.  So, I liked it when it popped in and out, spreading my vaginal opening wider, making it loose.  He grunted about how tight I was and how beautiful I am.  --That's what they all say-- starting to think it's because the guys are so appreciative and feeling so euphoric that they spew out appreciative statements.

Afterwards, we just said hello to each other.  Not heartbroken because I didn't expect anything from it.

Was it stupid and naive of me?  Yes.  Did I respect myself enough not to have gone through with that?  No.  I have to admit, that looking back, I had low self-esteem and sought attention and acceptance.  

But I enjoyed sex, how it makes me feel powerless to men, makes me feel submissive, bending to their will.  

I know the feminists probably hate me for that, and I'm sorry if my preferences offend you, but you can be you, and I can be me.  It works for me, so if you don't like what you're reading, you don't have to read my blog.