Day Eighteen Porny Question

[tripperfunster]

How many people have you slept with?

Now, I suppose I'm talking P in V (or pick your orafices/organs), but you may also interpret this as any sort of sexual congress. I'm a bit of an 'all the way girl' (like you couldn't tell ...), so my numbers would be about the same. It's not like I ONLY do basic sex, but chances are, if I'm doing the other stuff, there's likely to be penetration too.

Post is not locked, but everyone is welcome to comment and delete, or just post anon. I'd love a subtle shout out, so I can tell who you are (without your mom knowing) but plain old anon is fine too.



Okay, mine is 11, which ... actually seems kinda low. for a slut, like myself I think the number would be much higher, but I'm a long term relationship kinda gal. Not that I didn't have any 'flings', but even then, I was pretty much always looking for Mr. Right.

Hubby Number One was #7, and I pretty much thought I was done. It was quite a shock to be back on the dating scene, lemme tell ya!

#1, #7 and #10 were virgins.
#2 was a fling on the beach in Hawaii.
#8, #9, #10 and #11 were musicians. (I knew them all quite well, these weren't groupie things)
If I could 'take it back' I would UN-sleep with #6 and #9.
Most were tall, aside from #1 and #7.
Most were same or older than me, aside from #10 (and maybe #9?)
Best in bed is #11 (thank God, since we're married now)
Amazingly, the worst thing I ever got was a case of crabs. From #3, I think. (although, I was a huge thrift store shopper, and I suppose it could have come from that????)
All of my 'men' were men. My gate didn't swing both ways, although I suspect my hinges have loosened a bit in the past few years.
I never cheated (P in V) on anyone, but came pretty close once. (all clothes on, but yeah, not exactly a Mormon date, if you catch my drift.)



Now I'm dying to hear all the dirt on you guys! :D

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[midnitemaraud-r.livejournal.com]

We'd be here all day if I got into too many specifics. :-P (See above comment.)

In my mid-to-late teens, I dated a few European guys - England (2), Wales, Scotland, Ireland, Holland - and when they came to visit me at college, my friends would all joke that I should major in International Relations. Heh. (I added Hungary, Turkey, and Australia (2) to the list later. And a Canadian.)

The age range was all over - a few were younger than me, but I think the oldest was 6 years older than me. (And I dated him twice. The first time when I was two months shy of 17, and later when I was 33.) I've had three marriage proposals and one where we seriously talked about marriage, but we broke up before anything came to fruition (the one I dated twice), but I was only engaged once, when I was 22, and that lasted for all of three weeks or so.

There was one summer when I was dating three different guys. Yes, at the same time. *cough* One lived in my neighborhood, another in a town about 30 minutes or so away (ironically in the town I live in now), and the other in New Jersey. Somehow I managed to never have them meet, but I broke up with two of them after @ 6 weeks because it was too much. (You think? :-P) The longest I dated someone was for 3 1/2 years (the fiance), but there were a number of year-long relationships in there. One was two years. Sometimes I just wanted casual relationships, but other times, it was someone I wanted a long term relationship with. It's not that I was opposed to the long term thing, but there were a number of guys I was attracted to that just weren't long-term material.

Funniest hook-up in retrospect: I was @ 26, I think. We went out in NYC with a bunch of friends, and my friend John (who was dating my friend C) brought his brothers, Kevin and Michael out because it was Michael's birthday and he just turned 21. As the evening wore on, Kevin was hooking up with some girl, John and C wanted to leave, but Michael didn't, (and my other friends were all still there, too) so I said, "no problem, I'll make sure he gets home." Right, you see where this is going. The next morning, John calls me, because he just got home and Michael wasn't there.

"Do you know where he is?" John asked, a bit frantic.

"Hold on," I said, and rolled over. "It's for you."

John didn't speak to me for days. Michael and I thought it was pretty damn funny. :-P

Alas, now I'm as celibate as ... well, okay, mostly celibate. Sort of. I had a lot of fun in my teens, twenties and thirties, but while I can get nostalgic, yeah. I'm done with that lifestyle. (My thirties were not as ... hectic as the earlier years though!) Still, it was really fun. :)

[tripperfunster.livejournal.com]

Do you mean celibate as in "not looking" or celibate as in, not 'actively' looking, but still occasionally willing. ;)

I'm glad you look back on your 'misspent youth' with a smile. Too many people beat themselves up for being impulsive.

Thanks for sharing, and your lovely comment to sumsum above. <3