How Important is Sex in Your Life?
Or Do You Really Not Need It?
Fucking is fucking good.
Period.
And if this shocks you, brace yourself because I’m going to be brutally honest about something we all do but few dare to discuss openly.
Sex is power. It’s liberation. It’s the best fucking therapy there is. And whoever says otherwise is either lying or desperately needs a good fuck.
I’m fascinated by these people who treat sex like a taboo, as if we were all conceived by osmosis.
The same society that consumes pornography like there’s no tomorrow acts shocked when a woman admits she loves to fuck.
I’ve fucked in unlikely places, tried things that would make my grandmother blush, and you know what?
I don’t regret any of it.
Each experience taught me something about myself, about my limits, about what really makes me cum.
The problem is we grew up in a society that teaches us pleasure is sin.
That a woman who likes to fuck is a whore, that a man who talks about feelings during sex is a pussy.
What the fuck kind of mindset is this?
