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Our editorial content is not influenced by any commissions we receive. ComplexCon returns to Long Beach Nov. Throughout most of my undergrad, I studied and worked so hard that I vacillated between having no life or drinking excessively to make up for having no life. I was too busy looking ahead to the future and plotting my next career conquest. Sure, I had my drunken hookups and my casual relationships, but I was always just a little unavailable. Men were an afterthought. I was no sexual goddess in college—not even a little bit.
I wasn't really pursued or chased. I had never given in to pleasure, wary that I couldn't come back from it. I didn't think of myself as sexy or even that sexually appealing. I firmly believed I was smart and witty, and therefore attractive, but sexy?
That was for women who knew things like how to curl their hair and how to make eyeliner not look terrible. I was not, at least in my own opinion, a woman who turned he.
Buying a one-way ticket to Rome without a plan was risky, but I was positively intoxicated by the idea. I had a bed and breakfast booked for one week, but then a big question mark for the rest of my time there.
Where would I go? Who would I Discreet sex Rome What would I do with my time? I was going to Italy. For an indeterminate amount of time. What the fucking fuck was I doing? During my second week in Rome, I went on a date with two Italian businessmen named Mauro and Giuseppe. It was meant to be a date with only Mauro, but Giuseppe came along thinking I would bring a friend I only had one friend at the time, but she was busy and much older than me, so this is how I ended up on a double date with two beautiful men all to myself.
The three of us dined at a little restaurant tucked away just off Piazza Navona, where a string of white lights twinkled above the tables on cobblestone streets. They sat across from me on one side of a table, and we shared a bottle of red wine. But before I could process what had happened, I was in a taxi with Giuseppe, his hands all over my body and face, his lips pressed against mine. When we arrived at my apartment, he nearly broke the television after pushing me up against it in a fit of passion.
As we made our way out to the balcony, taking in breathtaking views of Roman rooftops, Giuseppe embraced me again and I thought: T his is it. I am a fucking woman. While walking with my friend across Campo de' Fiori, an incomprehensibly attractive group of men stopped to ask who I was. The four Italians, who looked like boy band members with unique individual style, then began flirting with me relentlessly.
It was like my ultimate fantasy come true. We all want you, so you get to pick," another said in stilted English. I met Carlos the Brazilian Teenager at a club. At 19 years old, Carlos was not my usual target demographic, but he was all about me. When we stepped outside my apartment to smoke, my French friend and the Russian locked us out, and proceeded to have sex in my bed.
Not to be discouraged, Carlos invited me to the apartment he shared with his father and assured me his dad would not be present ; so we drove there, making out at every red light on the way. Despite his questionable-at-best English, Carlos made me feel beautiful and wanted.
After spending the night entangled together, he brought me home, and picked up his Russian friend. Davide the Italian Med Student placed one hand on my bare shoulder. When I returned to California after three months in Rome, I was happier, more sophisticated and well-loved.
The Roman men had sparked a revolution in me; I experienced a pleasure I had never known before, and tapped into a source of power I didn't realize I have. I still shiver when I think of them, when I remember their forthright advances, and how sex is a way of being in Italy. I look back at the fall of as the time I became a woman—an empowered woman with desires and needs and the means to satisfy Discreet sex Rome.
After Rome, I was never the same. I was changed. I was better. I was power-fucking-ful. All Rights Reserved. Secure your spot while tickets last! Buy tickets. A year out of college, at 24, I bought a one-way ticket to Rome that changed my life. Features Essays Italy Sex. Share This Story. No Thanks Allow.Discreet sex Rome
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