No less than three people have commented this week on the extraordinary sluttiness of my life, ranging from suggesting I have a dedication to the world of sex to telling me my life is like a XXX Carry On film. It’s never occurred to me that it was unusual until now.
But now that other people keep mentioning it, I’m starting to see that it might be slightly different to a lot of women’s lives. Although I’m also slightly worried that it might sound made up like some kind of readers wives on a blog.
I can guarantee it’s not. I don’t seem to be lead my life without straying into slutty territory whether its ending up fucking one of the couriers that comes to my house or having to hide the latex when people come round.
Imagine how bored I’d be if my life was different…