Seductress in Training.

I completely forgot this blog existed. I made up something about "seductress in training" about two years ago, posted, then walked away. This was back in the days when I, well, actually was a seductress in training. Then I got an email from some company wanting to know if I they could help me make money from this blog. Odd. Ten people in the past week have traveled to this site, in the hopes that they would find some wanton, moaning sex goddess. Well, you have found her. But she's not what you expect. I don't sell my sexuality, I own it. I am the embodiment of the sensual underbelly. I had an epiphany last night while in bed with my love interest. We had spent hours taunting each other with sex, but holding back. Neither one of us could let go because of something I had said a few days before, about being careful with sex because it was dangerous and the relationship we were building might become nothing more, being that we are both very passionate, sexual, individuals. But, in the midst of finally being naked beneath him, I realized that the problem isn't the sex, no matter how amazing it is. It's about my attitude towards it. I have been learning sex as the seductress, learning tricks to drive mere mortal men insane with lust. But I was detached from the actual experience. Now, I am experiencing sex from somewhere completely different. This time as a lover, as the beautiful, almost spiritual combining of flesh that I am partaking in, but somehow feeling ashamed to be craving. But there's no reason to feel that way.