Confession: 190 [Sex Confession]

There was a time when I didn’t want to be touched. It was right after my breakup with a guy who I thought was my everything. Sexual escapades into the night fed my soul. My mind became a minefield of intense passionate thoughts just thinking about him. I became so open, I never wanted to close my eyes in fear he would not be there. A destined fate became reality and what I wanted to be true was a lie. No coffee could cure my love hangover and I was left with myself to figure out the pain. I could of done a lot of things at this time but I really didn’t want to be touched again. My thought is what if I fall so deep again? Then as I back away from desire, another person enters my life and he changes me in ways nobody ever has.