The Moment You Knew That You’re a Slut?

How exactly did they ask?
Well, the guy who started it all asked me if I wanted to see his cock. I had never seen one, so I said yes. Then he asked me if I wanted to try sucking it, and I said yes. So I started sucking him when he asked me to. Then some time later, we were hanging out with the others, and he started telling them how I gave him bjs when he wanted, and asked if I wanted to do it with the other three. So I said yes! That was pretty much it. 😊
 
I absolutely love those who truly embrace and become one with their inner slut.

For me it was when I went into an adult bookstore with gloryholes thinking I'd get a blowjob, and a half hour later had had four cocks explode in my mouth. An unexpected call to slutdom, expected the place to be mostly suckers. But it was lunchtime and the construction guys were feeding.
 
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I absolutely love those who truly embrace and become one with their inner slut.

For me it was when I went into an adult bookstore with gloryholes thinking I'd get a blowjob, and a half hour later had had four cocks explode in my mouth. An unexpected call to slutdom, expected the place to be mostly suckers. But it was lunchtime and the construction guys were feeding.
Love when that happens!
 
My old high-school crush found me attractive later in life after getting married and having a kid. We met up at the gym and he ended up fucking me in in the woods behind the gym. Everything about it felt amazing. The sex. The badness of cheating. The danger of doing it outside the gym. It was an excitement I never had with my husband. I started yelling and sheiking. The people at the gym heard me and cane out to see want was going on. I got even more excited being watched, called named, seen as a woman who loves sex. I really started fucking around after that.
Good whore. Great awakening tale
 
I was lying on my back on the bed, naked, he was crouched over my head face-fucking and throating me, I had already cum, early on, from the sheer excitement of it, and my cock was slumped in a glistening puddle of spunk, but he was still fucking my mouth after twenty-five minutes until my eyes were glazed hypnotised by his virile power... eventually he drew back, out of my mouth, so that his trembling cockhead was poised an inch above my face, and he shot two jets of spunk across my nose and forehead, then a third spasm that was more of an oozing trickle that went drip-drip-drip across my mouth, lips, teeth and tongue. My eyes glowing, I waited for a moment, then simply and very naturally took his spunk-messy cock back into my mouth and resumed sucking it gently and contentedly. I knew instinctively that this was my place, this was what I had been born to do...
 
Well, the guy who started it all asked me if I wanted to see his cock. I had never seen one, so I said yes. Then he asked me if I wanted to try sucking it, and I said yes. So I started sucking him when he asked me to. Then some time later, we were hanging out with the others, and he started telling them how I gave him bjs when he wanted, and asked if I wanted to do it with the other three. So I said yes! That was pretty much it. 😊
Seems like “yes” is your favorite word. An endearing quality.
 
I have had several instances where I realized that I am total slut.

In my 20s I had a ltr with an older top. We were in the missionary position. We were kissing and he wash having his way with me. My top whispered you are such a good little whore.

I closed my eyes lifted my legs to give him full access to my boipussy. It was at that moment just before he came that I thought I was a real slut.
 
I have had several instances where I realized that I am total slut.

In my 20s I had a ltr with an older top. We were in the missionary position. We were kissing and he wash having his way with me. My top whispered you are such a good little whore.

I closed my eyes lifted my legs to give him full access to my boipussy. It was at that moment just before he came that I thought I was a real slut.
Yep. You’re a slut. Good for you
 
Mixed emotions. Part of me was asking “what are you doing?” The slut side was saying “ this feels so good. I love it”.
I like the mental pleasure and pain of being a whore. Some want to do away with social structures that allow the pain, but I for one like it
 
Yes, I find comfort in holding on to that distinction.
Whatever works for the individual. Its all the same. Slut is a great word to me, along with whore (although different definition), and stronger words that I’ll save for a different thread
 
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