Sex Hot as Sin

How long has it actually been? What, two years? Perhaps three? No way, no how.

Since I met a man who made me feel something, anything, a man who took me out on dates, a man to whom I would write emails and smile like a young girl while waiting for his response.

That is what I meant to say, but instead I mused.

Since I was touched by a man

It has been a long time.

Oh please, get yourself together, you just turned 20 and you're still thinking  about getting laid?

"You know what? Yes I am"

I said to myself in my empty flat, my apartment that has been devoid of the male species for a year.

I rushed over to the mirror.

To be honest the only reason why I haven't had a man on his knees at my bedside is because I don't want to

I thought to myself, as convincing as I could. It was true though, not entirely true but still. Staring at my own reflection in the mirror, I can't see why I only had a single boyfriend throughout my entire college years,  perhaps it was because I was genuinely love with that one guy, the one I allowed myself to love again for.

I'm thinking about them again.

Dahlia's mind wandered through a complex maze of memories, each tied to a different chapter of her life and the boys who had left their mark.

As a young child of seven, she remembered her innocent infatuation with the boy who...felt like a cousin and a bestfriend...maybe a brother?...No, the thoughts she had of him could not be associated with brotherly  love. The curiosity of love had blossomed even at that age, stirred by childhood innocence and glimpses of adult intimacies she shouldn't have witnessed. Dahlia's dad really  loved his wife, and he wasn't shy about it, one day she caught him railing her in their garage, her young mind was tainted, but when she saw him...

She wished he would take her by her ponytail and do the same.

It was an age of strange, budding emotions.

High school arrived, ushering in a whirlwind of experiences with its share of mean kids, cool kids, and the mysteries of boys. An irrational fear of the opposite sex had gripped her, but there was one boy who broke through those barriers. He made her feel emotions she hadn't experienced in a long time. They dated, although neither truly understood what a relationship was at that point. The love she felt was deep and genuine, even if they were too young to comprehend it fully.

As college approached, with its academic challenges and personal struggles, another individual entered her life. He became her support system during a challenging period, and Dahlia felt a deep sense of gratitude for his assistance and for helping her discover more about herself.

As she reflected on these three individuals, Dahlia recognized the complex tapestry of emotions, desires, and self-discovery that had woven itself through her life. Each of them had played a unique role in shaping her journey and understanding of love.

"No, no, no, none of that, I am not thinking about them now, they came and now they're gone, it's normal, it's how life works. Now it's time to find someone new, because at this moment I could use a good dick down...or three"

She looked at herself again, this time in admiration. In the mirror, Dahlia, at 20 years old, admired her youthful beauty. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, framing her delicate face. Her almond-shaped, hazel eyes sparkled with a mixture of green and gold hues, drawing attention to her expressive gaze.

Her skin, porcelain smooth, had a natural radiance that gave her an ethereal quality. High cheekbones accentuated her sculpted face, and her lips, with a soft, natural pink hue, added to her captivating allure.

Dahlia's slender neck gracefully connected her features to her shapely shoulders, and her toned, lithe figure exuded a youthful vibrancy. Her curves, gently accentuated in all the right places, made her the embodiment of youthful allure. A subtle hint of confidence danced in her posture, enhancing her undeniable appeal.

Her chest had a subtle, natural fullness that was in perfect proportion to her slender frame. It was not overly endowed but enough to give her a feminine and graceful silhouette. Her collarbone added a delicate charm to her chest, accentuating her décolletage.

Her backside, equally captivating, had a gentle curvature that flowed seamlessly from her waist. It was shapely and pert, enhancing the allure of her figure without being overly pronounced. When she moved, her backside exhibited a natural grace and poise that caught the eye.

Dahlia's lithe figure boasted the elegance of youth. Her graceful shoulders sloped gently, leading to arms that were both slender and toned. Her petite waistline added a delicate curve to her body, while her hips flared ever so slightly, accentuating her femininity.

The gentle curve of her hips seamlessly transitioned into sculpted, toned thighs that gave her a sense of strength and grace. Her long, slender legs seemed to go on forever, with a natural athleticism that added to her overall appeal.

Her skin, soft to the touch, was adorned with a sprinkling of freckles across her shoulders and collarbone, a unique touch to her beauty. Her hands, with slender fingers, displayed both elegance and dexterity.

Her overall physique was a harmonious blend of youthful vitality and natural beauty, making her a captivating presence in any room.

In short, Dahlia was beautiful.

"*sigh*"

"I guess I'm okay, then why-

Dahlia's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a familiar chime from her phone.

Finally.