I’m 24, and I have over 20 body counts already. Most of the guys I have had intimacy with were just once. I can only say only five have had serious sexual contact with me. The funniest part is I’m still very much tight till now. Most times, my body count saddens me. I regret getting disvirgined. I’m happy I have finally found my own husband, and the body count wahala will be ending. Our introduction is soon. When my fiancé asked about my body count, I told him five because it’s only the five I could say, “Yes, we do the do very well.” Wish me well. This guy should please not change—I don’t want another body count again.
