
So, I'm a writer, an aspiring writer. I'm working on a few things, fantasy, adventure, but predominantly a romance novel. Now before I say anything, keep in mind I am very hard on the eyes.
Anyway, I plan on having a sex scene in this novel later near the end and I wish I wouldn't have decided to do that because it made me realize just how sexually frustrated I am. Seriously, it sucks. I'm almost 23 years old and I have yet to lose my virginity, and before this madness, I never really thought about it, it never really fazed me. All my friends would talk about the sex they'd had earlier or my boyfriend/girlfriend roommates would describe their sex life to me, (why I can't tell you) and it never did anything to me, I was just "meh" about it I guess, but ever since I've been planning this sex scene for my characters it doesn't take much to get me thinking about it. I hear a laugh that kind of sounds like a moan and suddenly dozens of positions and body types and settings, (yes, settings) explode in my mind and I hate it.
Here's the thing, the older I get, the more I realize I want to save it for that special someone, and this love making my characters partake in helps me realize this point more. So in other words, I'm a mess; I want to get it on sooo badly, but it's going to be awhile because I know it's going to be awhile until I meet the one because I'm miles from ready for that.
And my face makes babies cry.
P.S. I'm in love with this picture.
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