Sex with Strangers

It was a dare, oh yes it was
I was young
and in lust.

You were dangerous.
The right kind of madness
had arrived just in time.

We were in the city,
the one where anything goes
where no one tells
laced with lies.

Your lack of experience
intoxicated me.
I had been thinking about it,
during lonely nights
in foreign hotel rooms.

How easy it would be
to dial the number.

Uncomfortable silence not necessary,
a professional knows how to bring forth
locked away fantasies.

Anything you want,
of course only for you.

The dare, I spoke it.
Did it.
Regretted it.

Different places,
I felt evil
and sick.
Never enough,
not for you.

It is your job to keep me happy.
When you are crazy,
it turns me on.

On and on
No secrets
no lies,
unforgettable moments,
third degree burns of shame.

Dirty little liar,
everyone was game.

Just one more time?
Come on, for me?

It is my fantasy; you are the one
who showed me,
I do not want to quit.

It’s like having the same meal every single night.
The same flavor every day,
gets boring.
You need to spice it up.
Will you do it, one more time,

Sex with strangers?
but this time,
there will be secrets and lies.
The flavor,
I will taste alone.


Photo Credit: stopete60 Flickr via Compfight cc

Julie Anderson

Julie Anderson is the Creator and Publisher of Feminine Collective. Julie was inspired to create this safe place for women to share their secrets, desires, triumphs and pain as the antithesis of what mainstream media offers women today. In her column Pursuit of Perfection, she explores the importance of rectifying the balance of inner and outer beauty through essays, poems and articles on self-esteem, shame, family, and self- acceptance.


Write a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *