Not A Slut!

I can officially declare that I am NOT a slut.

Okay I realise that is a peculiar statement to brazenly put out there, and I’m sure according to those devoted to various religious institutes that generally look down on female sexuality I most definitely am a slut, but by my standards I am not.

This is something I am very proud of. Although technically I don’t actually have a moral issue with people slutting it up as much as they want to, I currently do not want to. So I am pleased for myself.

Since my husband and I parted ways I have been on the receiving end of a relatively large amount of male attention. So much so that I know I could be having a lot of sex, with a lot of people, should I so desire. And I’m not.

The thing is, in my past when I was approached by a man they idea of saying no terrified me. Partly because of a fear of repercussions, partly because I was so insecure that I didn’t imagine anyone else could ever want me so don’t turn it down! So I had sex. A lot. A lot a lot a lot.

Admittedly I would still rather like to have a lot of sex, but I would also like to be more selective. And I am being.

Recently a very, very attractive (Tall, fit, muscly, makes all the girls at the gym swoon) young man offered to “Fulfil my fantasies”. Rather a lovely offer I must say. And one pretty much every other woman would have taken him up on, had the chance arisen. And I’m not saying I won’t EVER take him up on it… but my point is I didn’t just launch myself at his rather divine body and say “Take me I’m yours”. Instead I laughed and said I would bare it in mind… thank you.

However… I have now been without that whole sex shebang for quite a while. Well… a few weeks. It is entirely possible that my cool and classy rejection of various offers of delightful filth will come to a… erm… climactic end.

But, I still intend to not slut it up. I am being careful. I am choosing.

I try to avoid people I am friends with (so as not to ruin something I hold more valuable than sex), people I have to see regularly (so as not to have to deal with the embarrassing and unexpected post-sex bump into one another), and people I’m actually not that into but look good (because if you let someone you don’t respect do things to you that are not respectable… you will not come out of it with any self respect).

So, I am behaving myself. The Gymnast and The Accidental Boyfriend both provided pleasurable encounters (admittedly The Gymnast was a more pleasurable encounter… more pleasurable than pretty much anything…) and I am certain that one day *SOON* I shall be enjoying another. However, until then, I can say with my head held high that I, Judieann, mother of Miss Rose, am not a slut.

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About J.J. Barnes

Author of The Lilly Prospero Series Writer and Podcaster at www.SirenStories.co.uk Blogger at Rose And Mum And More Contributor to The Huffington Post
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