1992 - Red Window by Almond (2).jpgFinally, after much ooohing and aaaahing … TNBW begins her blog about S E X . . .

The blog shall be part fiction; part fact . . . A short piece of erotic prose fiction – around 5,000 words – plus a discussion of similar length on a specified aspect of sex… please feel free to comment, to set the subject, to ask questions, to set a scenario for the erotic prose or – even – to contribute creative content to the erotica . . .

In a world currently tipping off the edge where Free Speech once was, a blog about Sex is most acutely needed. . .

Before we begin, let The Naked Blonde Writer – your humble narrator – set down a few ground rules, beginning with . . .

The Ultimate Vow

I have of late wherefore I know not, lost all of my superficial attitude to Sex . . .
And thus I vowed to my innermost self that Sex shall henceforth be treated with the respect it deserves because of the sacred entity Sex surely is . . . I can no longer lay down with a man or woman I do not truly love. I cannot give my body to anyone in return for sexual pleasures which ultimately conclude in tears. It shall – therefore – be incumbent upon us to find out what Real Love is during the explorations in this blog . . .

Last year I realized that I have been a carrier of some form of Sex addiction for a very long time and that I have often had recourse to meaningless Sex in an attempt to escape from my feelings in the same way that I have also used drugs and alcohol.

The last time I tried to have sex to escape from feelings of loneliness, I ended up hiding my tears then asking him to leave soon after. I got no pleasure from the act whatsoever, in fact I felt sick and tired after it . . . that sick and tired state is where the addict – of any substance or action – must be in order to change. . .

In order to escape from prison you must first realize that you are in one . . . (William S. Burroughs). . . I vowed – in the early hours of that morning – that I would never use Sex in that way again. A great void of loneliness became my life for a very long time, but I knew I could never go back.

It seems necessary to figure out how it happened that – somewhere along the line of history – Sex earned a really rough reputation. When I was a young girl I heard the nasty nomenclatures available for women who had lots of Sex and – conversely – I heard the praises bestowed upon men who had lots of the same. Presumably these men and women did not have sex together for if one party was bad and the other good then surely never the twain could come simultaneously. . .

Trying to preserve virginity in the realm of bleeding, breast-blooming bitchy schoolgirls – many of whom were already up the junction – was no mean feat and I failed at it miraculously. It mattered not that no man had touched me anywhere; by the time I was sixteen years old my reputation ranked one of the most sex crazed sluts in the fifth form . . . rumours spread around by girls who hated my blonde hair and big breasts . . . I was a virgin and proud of it but the rampant bitches at my school could not conceive of a girl their age who was not yet pregnant and sucking dick at the back of the school bus and because I bleached my hair and smoked cigarettes it made sense to them that I was regularly opening my legs too.

Thirty years later and as many partners – which is not many in relative terms – I have learned a profound lesson about Sex by having wrong Sex for about the past four years; albeit intermittently . . .

I was once intelligent enough or courageous enough to have Sex with a man I really – really – love and as a result of that it has become quite impossible to copulate with anyone just for fun. Not that I ever really did see Sex as something to do for ‘fun.’ Sex – to my heart and mind – was the single most dangerous, intriguing, elating and grounding thing any of us could do. But my sentiments were not often shared by many; especially men.

From last spring I knew – no more Sex unless it is with you.

You know who you are.

Let this be the first in a series called: Naked Blonde Sex Blog.

And let Sex always come with a capital ‘S.’

Do I hear you say ‘yes?’

Readers… Feel free to comment…