So, my horniness had died down. LOL

No, no. It's not a bad thing. Though I do have to charge my toys. LOL. I keep on thinking about the guys here who keep on asking me if my stories are real or that if they're based off of real experiences.

Well, to be blunt, I don't make up stories because my own experiences are quite interesting enough as it is.

I have been with quite a few guys. I've started having sex when I was 13.

Pretty early huh? But it wasn't that "unexpected" experience, no, it was a conscious decision since I was dating a guy who's a college froshie and he grew up in the US. So we really are both pretty promiscuous.

To be honest, I think at one point I was milk chocolate without the pretty wrapper.

I used to be a cheerleader, and class officer, and a campus journalist. And I had arm candy. I was the shit.

So I had a short bob, banging body, and freckled skin. A lot of people know me since I was the head cheerleader and ever squad I've handled won during the school's intramurals. I have had articles that were printed on the centerfold, and I was sent to represent our school for press conferences.

I wasn't pretty. But they felt a vibe that made them think otherwise. I was easy to talk to. I wasn't sleazy. And they didn't find me uppity or high maintenance because they know, I can handle myself.

So, I dated this guy. He met me via YM Groups. Yes, old school as it is, we met in a chatroom.

He was my first boyfriend. He used to bring me flowers. Ice cream delivered to the school by their househelp during my lunch breaks. He was tall, he had braces, he was a basketball player for one of the Big 4.

He had grand gestures. He was the romcom character you'll both hate and love.

BTW, I hate flowers. Bring me pizza or sushi instead.

So, at a time. I was milk chocolate without the pretty foil. But I was the known brand.

I remember having our first time, in my cheerleading uniform. We had sex for hours. I slept over at their house and it was pretty funny because the morning after, there was this beautiful spread of breakfast--waffles, fruits, berries, cereals on the table. His parents giddily waiting on us. As we were going down the stairs they were excited to see us.

His mom hugged me and told me to have a seat.

It was weird at first but then he told me that his parents were excited because his brother was openly gay and they're glad that he's not.

It was awkward and cute at the same time. So that was an open call that we can do it at their house over and over again. Every time, there was a whole spread of food on the table.

After my first boyfriend and I broke up. I started seeing other people. There was this guy whom I've had a crush on, and we ended up dating. When I had to transfer schools, I was dating college guys.

I dated some from my school, even the vocalist of the band who went to our school one time.

I was still milk chocolate. In a different form. But slowly, I was turning into dark chocolate for I seem more appetizing to those who like how experienced I am.

Maybe that's why I've figured that older guys have this affinity towards dark chocolate as I am. They like how uncomplicated and how uncommon I was.

They enjoyed that. A lot.

I don't mind the age difference. I don't really look into physical attributes. I don't even ask too much about you.

For I like how you find yourself comfortable enough to show me your vulnerabilities. For you to bring your guard down and let me in.

I may not be milk chocolate, but most of the people I have encountered before had the change of heart because of how accepting I am of people. So these alpha males, these celebrities, these high society people I know and dated liked me because I didn't care if they're like that because I treated them the same.

The normalcy and the simplicity of things made them look past that I am not their ideal chocolate. I do not demand to be treated and consumed as milk chocolate. They know I am not that. I prefer to be treated like the chocolate I am--dark and remarkable.

It takes much time and experience for you to find who you are and what you like. It took time to find myself and I am not afraid to share my experiences because it helped me mould who I am today.

If people were to ask about my body count, I wouldn't be able to tell them. Because I never even bothered to count because it isn't mportant to me. Medically speaking it is, but I know how to be careful.

What makes it trivial is the fact that counting it just makes people conscious of their path to finding someone. Counting the steps won't make the path longer or shorter, not the travel sweeter or harder. Counting the steps just puts a burden on you that you've spent so much just to get there.

It doesn't make you a better person if you have less. It doesn't make you a bad person if you have more.

It's ironic because most people are too keen in knowing other's numbers, yet they hate being judged with theirs.

Going through a jar of milk chocolate or eating a huge bar of dark chocolate is the same.

You've eaten some and you can't take that back. The things that matter: You've done it with people who bring you happiness. You've done it with people whom you trust. And you've done it with consent.

I hope you've had your taste of chocolate, And I hope you'll have an appetite for something different.

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