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I was sitting in the cafeteria earlier today daydreaming. Do you know that awkwardness you get when you realize you’re actually staring at someone!? Well when I come to, I realize I am actually staring right at my crush! He is this tall, hot, piece of chocolate with a body I would just love to cover with caramel. I figure he can bring the chocolate and banana, I can bring the vanilla, and we can both bring the cream! Anyways, so now I am inadvertently staring at him and he is staring back! I felt my face get hot. I knew I was turning red! I was embarrassed and extremely turned on at the same time!  I looked away, quickly grabbed my things, and took my tray up to the conveyor belt. I sat my tray down turned around and immediately plowed into my crush’s chest! He kind of caught me by grabbing my waist and I just stood there looking into his eyes, feeling his hands on my waist, wishing they would slide up to my breasts and he would kiss me! I was not only hot in the face now! I felt my pussy starting to get wet and my whole body start to heat up!  He leaned down and whispered in my ear his dorm name and room 136. Then he smiled and walked away.

Of course I went back to my dorm room and started thinking about what would happen if I stopped by his room.  I imagined him opening the door in a towel, pulling me in, pinning me up against the wall, and sliding his hands across my soft body from my stomach up to my breasts. I laid in bed thinking about this for a long time. At some point I grabbed my silver bullet, turned it on high, and started rubbing it on my clit. I thought about his huge, throbbing cock slowly entering my pussy, no condom of course. As I thought about his cock throbbing even harder and shooting a giant load of thick white cum in me I immediately started to cum! It was so intense I actually let out a loud moan. Then I heard my hot neighbor’s door across the hall open….

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In generations past, sex was always a taboo subject. For our Grandparents and probably our parents and maybe even for some of our older clients, it was a subject that was whispered about behind closed doors, not to be discussed in public – sinful and shameful and very much frowned upon.

I’m glad we’ve gotten over this now.  Being able to talk about sex more openly allows for sex education, sexual health clinics and free and open discussion about sexual rights – good things one and all.

But the best thing about sex being an acceptable topic of conversation is that you get to hear sex stories. I loves me a good sex story. The ones that make you squirm, the ones that make you laugh, the ones that turn you on, the ones that cause large amounts of high-fiving and “dirt-off-your-shoulder”-style hand actions. The really good ones you can dine out on for ages. The brilliant ones that you can’t believe happened in real life.

For example,  I know several people who are official members of the Mile High Club. I know someone who’s got a blow job on the Pyramid stage at Glastonbury (not during a performance, but still).  I even know someone who’s done it in the aquarium at Pier 49 in San Francisco.*

Now, I’m not talking about gossiping about people behind their backs: “So-and-so is such a slut, you’ll never guess what she did…” That’s reserved for an entirely different sub-set of people. The point of telling sex stories is to relate to each other, to empathise – and to be proud of yourself and your sexual antics. It’s something we always associate with men – that whole “go on my son, get in there” kind of mentality. But the truth is that there’s nothing to be ashamed of in taking pride in your sexuality, regardless of what sex you are.

It’s also a good way of learning from other people’s mistakes. The story about the tongue piercing, where it’s all fun and games until someone loses their foreskin? The story about that time you were really nervous about screwing the hot guy in your office so you decided to drink yourself into a state of courage and ended up drinking yourself into passing out halfway through?

It’s an even better way of working out when it’s all gone wrong in an entirely different way.  It’s sometimes hard to tell when you’ve crossed a line or when someone else has – and it often needs the perspective of another person to make the distinction or point out where you went wrong. Two guys in one night? Half the Starting Line of your high school football team? Your boss? Your boss during promotion season? Your teacher?

Finally, especially when it’s all gone horribly, it can feel so good to laugh at your own misfortune with someone else. That time you decided to visit your boyfriend at the office in only a coat and a thong and then his boss invited you all out for drinks?!

And that’s probably how sex ended up getting un-taboo-ed in the first – with people telling stories. Human beings are natural born storytellers – we just can’t help ourselves. Our lives are filled with stories, about both the real and the imagined and we use them to learn, to grow, to entertain, to influence, to change, to move forwards and to remember what was. We are also inherently social creatures as well – knowing our own stories is nothing compared to the pleasure we get in sharing them. And like I said, I love a good sex story, so that works out great for me!

In an ideal world there would be no taboo subjects, nothing that could never ever be discussed. That’s not the case – and even though we talk about sex more these days, we still don’t talk about it enough. The solution is to keep talking about it.  Even if you can only talk about it with us, just keep doing it!