Dear, (--)
I like sex.
No, I don't like sex, I love sex. I cannot live without the very activity. I need to feel another human beings body rubbing against mine, pulling at my hair, gnawing at my skin, raking their nails through my back…the very thought of it gets me all hot and bothered.
I've been called many things in my day; slut, man-whore, player and take these titles with both open arms and open legs. I revel in being the way I am because I lead a relatively happy life doing so.
I am not a sex fiend.
Do not confuse my love for the occasional romp for me being "addicted". I could stop at any point if I wanted to, it's just that I choose not to. Also, sex is more than just an activity for me, it's an art. Some people paint portraits, some sing arias, I fuck. But even that terminology doesn't give what I do justice. I do so much more than just have sex; I pour my soul into the very activity. When I want to bed someone they consume my entire train of thought until that faithful day when I can smell their sweat all over my hands. Exciting isn't it?
I like to think that my love for sex is something innate. Even at the youngest age the very act intrigued me. Ever since I first caught my parents going at it midday (Malfoys are a classy sort). While other children were dreaming of becoming Quidditch champions or Aurors I was looking at myself in the mirror wondering when my pecker would resemble that of my fathers.
You should have seen him.
He was something like a painter, the way his body seemed to stroke with hers and give it color. My mother, who had always been a beautiful woman, made faces that I had never seen before. I was jealous of my father for being able to give another person that sort of pleasure and I was equally jealous of my mother for being at the receiving end of that pleasure. To have that kind of power over someone else; it was magical.
Magical.
I guess you could probably blame my parents for me beginning to masturbate at such an early age. I had to have been at least eight when I actually started. I had no idea what I was doing but most people don't when they start.
I used to watch myself do it. I made the same faces that my mother did when my father was on top of her.
But I am not a sex fiend.