Salutations, 
 
I am a student in the United Kingdom, currently enrolled at an Oxbridge university. What I’m reading at uni is slightly different to what I study, as I consider myself a bit like a researcher of sex. There is no A-Level for sex education, but that’s a moot point as I was still a virgin when I was 18 and wouldn’t have been able to even answer a multiple choice question on how to give a hand-job. However, after swiping the ol’ v-card I made up for lost time and began engaging in what I’ve come to consider a close examination into the sociology and psychology of sex. 
 
I have a couple neurodivergent qualities such as aggressive ADHD and minor OCD that manifest in various ways. Oddly enough, cleaning is not one of them no matter how regularly I take medication my room looks like an explosion of clothes and dishes, but each subject in my binder is colour-coded and in backwards chronological order. I can go months without hoovering, but am fanatic about personal hygeine and will without question casually suggest some foreplay in the shower if a guy smells like anything other than soap and cologne.   
 
For a sex blog, I do realise that this has started off rather prudish. However, from here onwards it will be anything but. I enjoy sex. A lot. I am unapologetically and unquestionably a closet nympho. Not in the literal and clinical sense of the word, but if I have the opportunity to have sex with an attractive, relatively normal person, I probably will.  

I am constantly surrounded by opportunities of a sexual nature. I’m not going to generalise and say that all men want to do is have sex, but I would say a man’s primary drives in life are usually food and sex, and they will gladly eat or have sex whenever the opportunity arises. Sure, there’s the occasional time when someone is too tired, but it has been my experience that if you’re simply there and want to have sex it’s game on.  

This knowledge has given me a strong sense of power in that sex has now come down to the basic question: do I want to have sex tonight or not? I have never thought, ‘I would like to have sex now’ and ended up home alone wondering where it all went wrong. The fact that I am a fairly attractive woman helps—but that’s not a requirement, especially if alcohol is involved.  

Alcohol combined with the pressure of the average Oxbridge work week is essentially every week of term, which results in a lot of horny, drunk students who are all more than willing to drown their sorrows in a case of VK before falling into the arms of a stranger. 
 
In the Oxbridge system, most of us are too busy to actually acquire (let alone maintain) a relationship. Most students like myself are happy to couple up for a night, have a lie in together, and then call it quits.  

My education has been filled with revising, exams, and one night stands. The latter of which take some of the tension away that builds up from stressing over the former two.  

I’ve never had an unpleasant encounter. Most one night stands have not only been fun, but often more intimate than some sex I’ve had with boyfriends. For one night you can be whoever you want with that stranger, and often what people want to be is a lover. People aren’t always looking for a porn style one-off, and I’ve never been asked to do anything questionable or out of my comfort zone. With the exception of the rugby blue who asked me to do anal the first time we slept together. Giving head is a fourth-date kind of activity, and while I would never judge anyone for doing anal at any point in their relationship with anyone, it’s definitely one of those things I’m willing to knock before I try. I’m swerving dangerously back into prudish territory, but one other thing I can guarantee is that I won’t lie to you. I will, however, elaborate much more on sleeping with Blues later. Short story long, in general I have found that people want a shag, a cuddle, more sex in the morning, and then to part ways. If I’ve left before morning it’s been of my own accord, but generally some post coital spooning is in order. If not completely unavoidable in a single bed.  
 
I am in no way embarrassed or ashamed about what I’ve done or who I’ve shagged. A bit shocked at my success rate, maybe, but no regrets. That being said, I like to compartmentalise my life. Discussing sex over coffee and lecture notes can get awkward, and despite the sexual revolution coming and coming and coming…people are still a bit repressed despite our self-proclaimed sexual freedom. Speaking from intel overheard in the dining hall, women are still sluts and blue-tack and such if they like sex.  

I say be a slut and do whatever you want. I sure have. Statistically speaking, I have slept with nine different nationalities. IMHO (in my hoe opinion) British and German men are the best in bed and typically have the biggest penises. The men I’ve slept with have been almost exactly 50/50 in terms of an older to younger ratio (older is definitely wiser and better). It’s all been a laugh…a laugh which I now wish to share with the world. 
 
Stay tuned to read about the sexiest research to come out of one of the world’s top universities as I shag my way through term time.