Where Did the Nympho Go?
I give up. I give the fuck up.
The nympho is gone. I let her die. Too many friends, boyfriends, fuck buddies, and loves called me a freak. For years I let it roll off my back like one of many hard-earned beads of sweet sex sweat. I took the term SEX FREAK as a badge of honor, as a rare and beloved and (I thought) sought-after progressive woman with a rockin’ body. While my girlfriends sat on the sidelines with legs crossed, I came off the field with scratches down my back, hickeys all over, a raw pussy, and a big fucking smirk.
