Soul-Eating Sex & An Existential Crisis

Hey Pleasure Seekers…

So today, someone I used to sleep with told me that the last time we had sex, it was "soul-eating."

At first, I wasn’t entirely sure if this was a good thing or if I had unknowingly consumed his life force like some sort of sex demon (succubus era?). But no, he meant it in the best possible way (ummmm Blushing much?). For me, this is the compliment of all compliments. Honestly, what higher praise is there?

But Wait… Why?

Because I can never just take a win and move on, I had to ask the all-important WHY? What made it so good for you?

Lucky for me, we have the kind of friendship where I knew he’d be brutally honest. And his answer?

"You have no limits."

Cue Existential Crisis

Okay… immediate pause. Is this actually a good thing? Am I boundary-less? Have I become the sex equivalent of a ‘sure, whatever you want’ person? What does ‘no limits’ really mean?

Cue my mini existential crisis.

I started questioning myself—was I too open? Should I have more limits? What does he even mean? But then, as I untangled the overthinking spiral, I realised something. Maybe it wasn’t that I lacked boundaries, but that I was simply more open than what he was used to.

The Real Compliment? Feeling Free.

Maybe I’m just a person who genuinely embraces sex as a space for exploration, without shame or judgment. Maybe I gave him permission—whether consciously or subconsciously—to lean into his own fantasies and desires without fear of rejection. Perhaps, he just felt safe enough to really explore his kinks, because I created that space.

And that might just be the real compliment.

It’s not about being ‘limitless’ in the sense of saying yes to everything—it’s about being free. Free from shame, free from self-censorship, and free to actually enjoy and explore sex in a way that so many people feel they can’t.

So yeah, maybe it was soul-eating. But if we’re talking about consuming shame, fear, and repression? Well then, bon appétit, bitches!

P.S. The Follow-Up Revelation

After my little spiral, he later clarified—he didn’t mean I have no limits, he meant he felt more free with me.

And honestly? That’s even better. Because sex should feel free. And if I’ve ever made someone feel that way, then I’ll happily take the ‘soul-eating’ title.

P.P.S. And For the Record…

Yes, sometimes the lines are blurred, but I definitely have them. Freedom doesn’t mean a lack of boundaries—it just means knowing where yours are and feeling comfortable enough to exist within them.