I Tried Masturbating To Music Instead Of Porn And Had The Best Orgasm Of My Life

Thought Catalog

I hate perversions of natural beauty. That’s something Amber my pen pal, and friend for six years, once said to me in a letter addressed from Rhode Island to Jamaica. She dated a Jacob at the time, called him Jake. He was a boy who, I realized much later, is not exactly her physical type, but just the type of person she could see herself spending the rest of her life with. He made her feel confused a lot, and angry a lot, and at the time we thought this was love. Because the distended, figurative heart, wracked with woe and melodramatic feelings must not be ill and fed up of the tired old bullshit, but instead, simply, in love.

But I don’t want to talk about love. I care for it, but mostly don’t discuss it. I’d rather talk about sex. I want to talk about the natural beauty…

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