"I hold your Eastern promise close to my heart
Welcoming you to my Harem."
---Sarah Brightman, "Harem"
I was never the kind of girl who wanted a boyfriend.
When I was younger, I was a fan of the HBO TV series Sex and the City and of all the women in the show, the character I couldn't understand the most was Charlotte. Charlotte was all about finding a man, getting married, having a child. She hated being single, while I loved it and all the freedom it gave me.
I wanted to explore the world, meet people without having to worry about someone else. I wasn't prepared for a relationship, for something so… permanent.
But at some point in your life, you become that kind of girl pala. You become… ready. (Yes, Rudeboy, you do.) For commitment, for partnership, for unconditional love.
I had that with M and I missed the kind of togetherness we shared.
After we broke up, my libido went down dramatically and my desire for intimacy skyrocketed. My first instinct was to replicate what we had, or at least the beautiful parts of it. I was looking for love to save me.
I wasn't flirting, dating, or having sex.
But the desert winds are shifting…
I have accepted my fate; that romance is just not yet around the corner for now. But then, who says you can't have fun while waiting?
One day, I woke up and felt different… lighter, perkier. That sweet lass yearning for a relationship disappeared and in its place stood a sex-hungry, boy-crazy, fuck-me-I'm-famous gal.
Yes, people, it's official. The fun girl is backkkkkkkkk!
And her first order is: Build a harem.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, a harem. The sultans of Arabia had it right; diversity is the key to a happy and fulfilled single life.
Now, I'm talking about selection here. A group of tried, carefully selected and chosen men ready to serve at your pleasure.
And I want you all to meet Chris, my first recruit. Chris ended a two-year monogamous relationship more than a month ago and he has been celibate since then.
The poor kid was practically starving for a cock, and since I'm such a generous cunt, I let him have it. And in return, he took me on several trips to "O"-town.
He was very... persuasive. He made the cut for a reason; one very long slightly curving to the right reason.
Profile: Cute boy-next-door you want to fuck in your garden while mom and dad (and sister) are sleeping upstairs.
Company: Easy-going, low-maintenance guy. A bit dull, but hey, what can you expect from these kids?
Performance in and out of bed: Pretty fucking spectacular. Don't you just love a man who can take it as much as he gives it? What these kids lack in skill, they make up for in stamina and endurance. They can go on and on… and on and on… and did I mention, on and on?
Since then I have met several more candidates from the usual pool of sources: parties, clubs, art exhibits, the gym, Grindr, and let us not forget the friendliest planet in the world PlanetRomeo, and that hook-up site masquerading as a social network Facebook.
It looks like there is no rest for the wicked.