Am I a slut?





“Am I a slut?” I often ask myself.

When my friends used to narrate the incidents of their month’s old relationships, I used to judge them. “How can they have one lover for so long?” I would think and pass a gentle smile.

I had always wanted to explore and so I did. Why be satisfied with a single relationship when you can indulge in many?

Is it wrong that I like the one with the big and hard package more than the soft one?

What is wrong in being selective?

And it’s not that I never go out with the other types. If there is an interesting story to be told, I am all ready to fall for the one with soft heart and not-so-muscular body.

The excitement of getting into a new relationship is the best feeling in this world. Ever since my first relationship, I couldn’t wait to get in bed and put my hands all over my love. I am so drawn to that smell that addiction would be an understatement.




I used to think that flirting with so many is a part of adolescent life. But I was wrong. In fact, I became brazen with time. As I moved into adulthood, I mastered the art of having multiple lovers at the same point of life. I would sleep with one and have lunch with another one. And believe me, that was the best phase in my life.

And now, things have been sluggish. Ever since I have taken up this job, I never get the time to date anymore. I try a lot but it’s been really long since I moved past three dates.

Have I gotten sluttier? I think I have.

I have been with so many of them that it has become extremely difficult to satisfy my needs now.

And once during those moments of this existential crisis, I got the urge to get back with my first love. I knew that it was going to be a one-night thing, yet I couldn’t stop myself.

I opened my bookshelf. My first love was preserved there. It sure had lost the charming smell, but I felt my face wearing the same, old stupid smile at the sight of it.


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