I think there was a point in my early 20's where I decided I needed to have a (safe) slutty period of time. I had an endless supply of attractive and interesting men that were into me so I decided to just enjoy it. There was one day I had slept over at one of their houses after giving him an incredibly long blow job all night, woke up, went out to lunch with the next, ran into a guy on the street with lunch guy that I had planned on having sex with a few days later, went home with lunch guy, found out he had a giant dick and ended up having a few hours of sweaty afternoon sex with him (we ended up meeting up years later, last Christmas and he took me out to dinner, a nice nighttime stroll in the park and then ate me out in my hotel room, it was quite sweet). Then I got a call from my good platonic guy friend who lived in the neighborhood who was having a bad day and wanted to get a drink. So I said bye to lunch guy and promised to return later. Ended up getting a drink with my friend (who I had never been attracted to ever), and we went back to his place like we always did, but since I was on a roll I decided it might be fun to try and cheer him up, so we had really terrible sex. After that I met up with my longtime (married) lover I had for at least 7 years because we were going to see a show that night. During the show on the middle of the floor he put his hand up my skirt and we ended up having sex in his car afterwards. Funny thing is, I actually still talk to all these people years later and have ended up being wonderful people that when I'm back on the East Coast will still get a drink with and laugh about our old exploits.