When I was around 13 or 14, I remember I really, really wanted a boyfriend. I didn’t get asked out by anyone til 17, and by that time I was going insane with libido. Slept with my first boyfriend pretty much immediately, dated him for about a month, then broke it off because he wasn’t very mature. That opened up the door for me. Before I graduated school, it was around 12, I think, as I had discovered dating apps.
Then there was the summer time, and I had moved out on my own because my parents were trying to stop my dating and sex-having with older men. And then when I got to my uni campus, men were approaching me left and right, and since I was in a bigger city, there were a greater number of attractive options on the dating apps. I had dates/ONS lined up every night that I didn’t have much work to do for my courses.
Then I met DH and we just clicked right away. He was way better in bed than anyone I had experienced, and he cared so much about me, and he is wicked smart, kind, generous, reliable, funny, athletic, handsome, a good dad… I saw that we could have the kind of life I wanted together, and so I let myself fall head over heels for him. Gave up seeing other people when he asked me to without hesitation. I didn’t require sexual monogamy from him.
He was very vanilla when we met, and I sort of perverted him… We did a lot of exploring on our own, and then we decided to go ENM and explore with other people, together. After some of that, he realized he didn’t feel as jealous as he thought he would, and said he wouldn’t mind if I had ONS with strangers that was unlikely to ever see again. Like I said, I haven’t wanted to do that.