Melinda Duval (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
writer_mel) wrote2013-02-19 06:22 pm
writer_mel) wrote2013-02-19 06:22 pm
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Romance?
Mel sat surrounded by hookers. Some young, some old, some men with better legs than any of the women, they all shared one thing that she could not. They'd lost track of the number of sexual partner's they'd had. Listening to them swap stories about good lays and bad, she had to smile. If she told them how many partners she'd had, they'd laugh their collective asses off. She didn't even need all of one hand to count them.
She hadn't set out to be a good girl and she certainly wasn't a prude. Sex was fun, wonderful energetic fun, and Melinda enjoyed it. As it turned out, she seemed better suited to it during emotional relationships. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but for a modern single woman who could go anywhere she wanted and leave the next day, it seemed a shame. Plenty of opportunities came up for her to have wild, zipless fucks, but she wasn't interested.
Her first lover was a year ahead of her in college. She was in the English Department and he was a Math major. They met through mutual friends and were virtually inseparable for the first three years of their relationship. When he graduated they got an apartment together. They lasted until he realized she really did take her writing seriously enough to make choices that didn't include him. He wasn't jealous. He just wanted a normal, domestic life.
After they broke up she concentrated on her work and on figuring out who she was on her own. They'd been together five years, almost all her adult life at that point, and she needed the time. The next man she lived with was another writer. He was a jealous man and after a year she was glad to get free. It was the worst year where her writing was concerned and she resolved not to live with another man anytime soon.
In the year after that she slept with two other men. One she'd dated casually and got tired of saying no to. The other she went out with twice while on the road. She knew full well she'd never see him again and tumbled into bed with him the night she left. Of the two, the sex was much better with the second man. Still, she didn't like him over much and was glad enough to be moving on.
One of the hookers patted her on the hand, seeming to read her thoughts. "Don't worry, honey. You're still plenty young. Lots of fish out there in the sea."
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She hadn't set out to be a good girl and she certainly wasn't a prude. Sex was fun, wonderful energetic fun, and Melinda enjoyed it. As it turned out, she seemed better suited to it during emotional relationships. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but for a modern single woman who could go anywhere she wanted and leave the next day, it seemed a shame. Plenty of opportunities came up for her to have wild, zipless fucks, but she wasn't interested.
Her first lover was a year ahead of her in college. She was in the English Department and he was a Math major. They met through mutual friends and were virtually inseparable for the first three years of their relationship. When he graduated they got an apartment together. They lasted until he realized she really did take her writing seriously enough to make choices that didn't include him. He wasn't jealous. He just wanted a normal, domestic life.
After they broke up she concentrated on her work and on figuring out who she was on her own. They'd been together five years, almost all her adult life at that point, and she needed the time. The next man she lived with was another writer. He was a jealous man and after a year she was glad to get free. It was the worst year where her writing was concerned and she resolved not to live with another man anytime soon.
In the year after that she slept with two other men. One she'd dated casually and got tired of saying no to. The other she went out with twice while on the road. She knew full well she'd never see him again and tumbled into bed with him the night she left. Of the two, the sex was much better with the second man. Still, she didn't like him over much and was glad enough to be moving on.
One of the hookers patted her on the hand, seeming to read her thoughts. "Don't worry, honey. You're still plenty young. Lots of fish out there in the sea."