For years I was with the worlds biggest asshole. Since leaving him, I have had a couple casual encounters. But I want so much more. I want sex with all the emotions that are SUPPOSED to be there. I want to make love with a man and not feel empty afterwards. I am so sick of feeling used. I want to know I am valued and loved and cherished. Now keep in mind, most of me doesnt believe in love anymore, but there is that part that still wants to believe. I am 31 years old, with 3 kids. Is it childish to still hold onto the hope?
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