By Ari Eastman | Thought Catalog ©
The first time we had sex, you choked me and it caught me so off guard. It actually kind of scared me, to be honest.
Maybe this whole time I’ve been having pretty vanilla sex. I thought I was so sexual and adventurous, passion is a guiding element in how I live, so it would make sense that it would cross over into my sexuality.
But our sex was new. It was intense and different.
You asked questions. You made observations. I learned things about myself I didn’t even realize. I almost never had sex on top before.
We joked about it, but being told I was the loudest girl you’d ever been with did first embarrass me. But then it empowered me. Yeah, I am loud. I am passionate. We’d fuck three times and I’d go home and sleep in my bed, it was goddamn great.
I think I gained some sexual confidence with you. It sounds stupid, but you made me feel sexy.
I’m so used to being cute and playing into this type I was convinced I needed to be. The endearing one. I don’t often identify with being sexy. So thanks for reminding me I am. Because I am.
And we had great sex that only strengthened it.