Where has this been all this time? Oh right, it’s been located at http://paganblogproject.com/. For quite a while, actually. I just didn’t know to look for it.
Pagan Blog Project is a weekly blog prompt, where you write on the topic (right now, it’s a new letter every week), and you share it on your blog as well as a link to your post on their page. There’s also a Facebook group.
I’m VERY excited to get started.
L is for LUST
Also licentiousness, lasciviousness, and even love. This is one of my favorite topics. Always has been. As a kid, I spent hours writing what I understood as erotica, not knowing exactly the details, but trying my best anyways.
I was very eager to get on with the whole ‘losing my virginity’ storyline, and did so at an early age. I was disappointed that first time. Weren’t we all?
The boy I was with fumbled around for maybe 30 seconds, came, jumped up and said “Well, that was quick!”, and promptly exited the room. It was a less than triumphant moment for me. A few weeks later, he prayed to Jesus for forgiveness, and magically became a virgin again. He also started working on trying to get one of my best friends into bed. I wonder how many times he had been re-virginized before me.
After that, I met my ex. I was still young, but had learned quite a lot from that experience. So we took it slow, not having sex until 3 months into our relationship. But it was everything my first time should have been. It was slow and sweet and intense. And as we explored together, I learned to crave him. I craved his skin against mine, him inside me, the scent of his body. I’m nearly drooling at the thought right now.
We split up after 7 years of exploring sex together, having experimented with kink, power exchange, and also with sacred sexuality.
When we split up, I went though a self-imposed 3 year bout of chastity. Then had a few dates, made some mistakes due to that bout of chastity and HOW MUCH I NEEDED TO GET LAID, and then met my second major ex.
Long story short, we succumbed to the dreaded lesbian bed death, and 3 years into our 7 year marriage, sex was done. I suppressed my urges, until something just snapped in my brain and I couldn’t anymore. I had felt unfuckable for so long, that I desperately needed to prove myself wrong. So I asked my ex for an open relationship and began dating like mad.
It was great. I got all the attention I could handle. I got sex whenever I wanted, but it was incredibly empty. There were a few romantic entanglements that didn’t work out for whatever reason, but I wasn’t in it for that as much as I was in it for the sex. I developed my tastes, found some new kinks, made some friends.
I blossomed.

