Now it was time to see if I had the ovaries to actually be up front about my ways. I was utterly surprised to find that my peccadilloes had very little to do with attractiveness. I soon realized that if I had needed to rub my ass in ice cream and snort like a pig with an apple in my mouth to get off, most guys would still get on board, because ultimately, it’s the sexiness of a woman openly getting off that works for them. After that little light bulb, it was a short distance to reclaim my Mistress.
I don’t mind sharing her, but the point is…she’s mine. She’s for me. Trying to reshape myself so that my sexuality could be more appealing to a mass of men who now have been long forgotten…what a waste of time. The right partner loves what is unique in his lover. I learned to do the same for myself…when I was my lover.
