I've fucked over 250 different men. I lost count around 220, and kept going for another few years before I met and married my husband. I've never cheated, but he has no clue about my past promiscuity. Now, I've had some great fucks, and some less than thrilling encounters, but lately, the ones that keep coming to mind are the anonymous guys that I would pick up, take home, fuck and kick out. No names, no telephone numbers, no second dates. Something raw and primal about that type of fucking that I miss. Making love to my man is great...he "delivers", but the thrill of selecting the face (or body) from the crowd that I was targeting and then the seduction... (men can be quite intimidated by a woman who just says " you're cute, wanna fuck?" Although that will work about 20% of the time). It was fun, finding out what they liked in bed, what their fantasy was or just hearing about their boring problems as a way to get them to relax, and then to perform for them, to put on a fuck show worthy of a movie, any position, no inhibitions, no rules, and making them cum again and again until I was tired....yeah, I miss it.