I listen to some of my friends talk about how they just want to go to bed at the end of the day while pushing their husbands off for another night. I sit there silently, not contributing to the conversation as I’m worlds away from their reality. I understand that everyone has different libidos, but a low libido friend doesn’t want to hear about my high drive and wild nights. They only want to commiserate on how much trouble sex is. Misery loves company, and I’m not one to bitch about how my husband only thinks of sex. I have nothing to say since I’m the one who is always thinking about getting laid. From there, the conversation stops because nobody is on the same page.
This happens often after three or four glasses of wine with them. The ladies get talking and I’ll say that we’ll be at it for hours each session. Then follow the blank stares and gaping jaws; a judgement and silent slut shaming all in its own. For some reason it seems unfathomable that someone would enjoy getting it on so much. But I do.
Sex is as important to me as air, water, and food. It’s an essential part of my being and something that may never go away. Shit, I hope it doesn’t go away! I pray to god I’m doing this at 80! I’ve never felt ashamed of my libido. In fact, I embrace it. It’s very much a part of who I am, even though you’d never know it from a superficial meeting in Fort Collins.
Because I love sex so much it means I’m open-minded and non-judgemental about kinks, fetishes, and experiments. I’ll try just about anything once, and I’ve perfected some. I was a web cam girl for a while, which resulted in some interesting stories. I’ve had sugar daddies pay for car rims and randos take on me on lingerie shopping sprees… all while being married, and my husband knew it all. We still do some of these things and more. We’re regulars at Dr. John’s, have no reservations about a night at La Boheme in Denver, and will still occasionally set up for cam shows with other couples we meet online. Our marriage has never been better.
I hope to help Naked Fort Collins readers feel less alone in their freakiness through some of my stories. I hope to inspire couples to try new things together, to explore, and live life to the fullest. I really hope women discover a new sexual part of themselves, and feel good about it knowing they aren’t the only one in the city feeling that way. I’ll try my best to show you how you can get your freak on in Fort Collins.