Hello, I am a slut and a slut always knows the truth about herself
I did something stupid and that led to me ignoring my blog for a very long time. You see I know myself very well… I am a slut and a habitual cheater. I have never been able to help myself. My most recent yet foolish mistake is that again I tried to get into a relationship… and it never works for me. I really and truly do not know how to commit. Perhaps I am tempted too much, perhaps I am defective, or maybe I just want other cocks way too much. I think I am just a slut.
I met a wonderful 38-year-old guy… totally sleazy… very Italian… and an awesome fuck. My perfect type. He wanted to sweet talk and swoon me in order to fuck me and that is my favorite part of any liaison. I just adore that intensity. But then these silly little emotions creep in, and he becomes possessive, jealous, and wants to claim ownership. Huge turn off, especially to a slut!
I tried to play the relationship game. Then I cheated on him with a 21-year-old college boy who lived next door to him. Tsk Tsk… Italian men do have bad tempers. So now I am back to who I am… a woman who doesn’t want love… just sex.
I like younger men, but usually, I go for the 20-21-year-olds. Any younger than that can be a mixed bag of issues that I don’t typically want to deal with. I do like them to be more mature than their years. I am picky and very selective. I look for them wherever I go.
There was a new cashier at my local grocery store, where I do all of my shopping. I went through his line and saw his name tag said “Eric”. He had a very clean cut appearance, very neat, and he was also doing his job intensely. I watched him check out the people ahead of me.
At surface level… I could tell he was almost a little geeky, probably shy, but he exuded intelligence too. By looking at him, I knew he was a good student, had made his parents proud, and was probably intimidated by girls. It sounds egotistical but I can spot them right away.
I watched Eric. I noticed his hands, rather larger, his finger nice and long. I daydreamed a little about how they’d feel inside me. I looked back to his face… he had pretty blue eyes with long lashes but he avoided eye contact with the customers. He was there physically; just not mentally,… he was also lost in his own little daydreams. Just like I usually am.
When I got up to the register, he made very quick eye contact with me and proceeded to do his job. I leered in at him, almost concentrating on making him feel me staring. Does that work? I sure as hell don’t know, but it I felt like it did. He looked a little younger than I first thought up close, kind of a baby face. I know he’s not experienced someone like me before.
How can I explain it to you? It was his awkwardness that I found arousing. Assuming he had no more than moderate sexual experience with women, I decided I was going to have to teach him some new tricks. That’s how it began, just simply due to my “mood” while shopping on a Saturday afternoon. Poor Eric had no idea what he was in store for.
To Be Continued Soon!
I like younger men, but I am only in my late 20’s, so while I am an older woman than the guys I like… I’m not the cougar type… yet anyway. I guess will be someday lol. What I like about younger men is “inexperience” and even their awkwardness in regard to the way they deal with me. There is something very arousing about a young 21-year old who is totally nervous in my presence. It’s a compliment to me, it is even a shy guy’s way of flirting, if you know what I mean. It means they find me attractive, that their minds are working overtime about me. Considering men of all ages think every few minutes about sex…. I know what is on their mind. And again, considering that I try to make myself obvious as a tease… I work on every movement I make.
That’s right, I wonder how many men actually realize this. Every time I accidentally bump him, touch his arm or pick fuzz off his shirt… it’s totally intentional. The way I prop my head when I’m listening to him speak, every time I shift my body, or move closer to him… is a complete plan in action. I was born with a gift…. of intuitively knowing how to capture men. It’s my superhero power… and my superhero cape says, “The Seductress”. I guess I am technically a villain, though, because I am out for myself, to bed some guy for my own pleasure, to totally get his attention, I want him to lust after me, and then I like to walk away before it gets sticky… in a different way.
I like all kinds of men, so an appearance is much less important to me than you think. I watch body language… and there are sometimes very subtle things about men that can turn me on. I love to watch someone doing something very mundane when they do not know I’m watching them. I usually set my sights on a guy, and in my perverted head… I start thinking about his face between my legs. Then I know… it’s time to release my super villain powers.
The idea of this blog was always to share some of my stories. These are stories that I don’t tell my girlfriends or anyone else that I know. I never wanted my image out on the net, I imagine that can be very hot… but my job is important to me and I actually don’t want my two worlds to collide. I like them separate, I like keeping secrets… but confessing them to total strangers turns me on!
More often than not… after I post…. I do end up masturbating and cumming hard. As I write the message to post I get very wet and tingly. Sometimes as I write… I end up removing my pants, panties or whatever else might be blocking my pussy from being diddled with. 9 out of 10 times when I masturbate I do use a vibrator. Whoever invented them is a genius and I do need it both on my clit and punched deep inside my hole too. I have fucked myself so hard with it before that I have been sore after.
I have no idea how many men read this blog, and there have been times where I have gotten quite literally too busy to write in it. I have a new seduction of a much younger man to share and will be posting it in several parts. I hope it can make some readers jerk off for me. It is a shame that I use my super powers for naughtiness.
My job often affords me the ability to work from home. I go through periods of time where I am able to work from my home office for months on end. At other times, obviously, I have to report to my office and perform my job from there. I hate those times, even though I love my job. Being at home and working from there allows me more time to masturbate. Today I was lucky enough to get to be home again after many months of being on the road or in the stuffy office. I missed out so much on having the time to play. My arousal took over pretty early this morning. I decided to work at my desk with naked today. I know that probably sounds so phony to read it in some stranger’s blog… but I assure it that it is true.
So I worked in the raw, and it always feels so good to be nude. Just being without clothes turns me on when it goes beyond the ‘shower”. If nudist were not always promoting that living as a nudist was not sexual…. I’d become one in an instant. For me… it IS sexual.
I am gifted perhaps in the clit department in my opinion. You see… mine pokes out, and is very prominent. Particularly when I am aroused. It usually pops out past my pussy lips, which allows me to often grind it against “something” without other people even knowing it. In today’s case, I got a kitchen chair from my dining room to sit on. The cool hard wood bumping against my hard clitty all morning made it swell, tingle, and throb. I savored that sensation, I waited to masturbate. I felt the chair get wet all morning.
A vibrator sits in my office drawer, and when I could no longer stand it, I got it out. I just leaned back in my kitchen chair right at my desk and put that tingly monster against my clit. I used my fingers to open up the puffy lips and to pull the skin taunt. I pressed that lovely little vibe hard against me and was cumming within minutes.
I left behind a sticky mess that I had to clean up. My poor chair has seen this before. Thank goodness girlie juice doesn’t ruin the finish to wood.
The time just flies when you are having fun, but alas that’s not what I have been up to. I have a regular “straight” job and sometimes I travel for it which is where I have been the last few months. To say I was over-worked and stressed out would be an understatement. I was working many twelve hour days and doing nothing but sleeping in my hotel room. My sex adventures REALLY went on hold for a few months! It sucks, but fortunately I am home again, but just beginning to settle back in to my normal schedule.
I went shopping at the local mall this weekend and I happened to bump into a dear old high school friend… of course he is male. Rarely do I have female friends. Or when I do they tend to be surface level girl friends who really do not know me well. Most women would never understand my sexual urges, most of the casual female friends I have are looking for excuses to quit fucking their husbands. That’s the main reason I do not believe in marriage.
The old male friend I bumped into this weekend is a guy I had a total crush on, and a wild flirtation with. I can’t even recall any longer why we never hooked up. Perhaps it was just a timing thing. I was also a lot more discreet and cautious back then. My slut personality was there, I was just careful in college because one wrong move could really screw up your social life. Now that I am a bit older and not as worried about my social circle I can be more of myself in the right situation.
My old college pal was there chatting to me with his wife and kids in tow. I remember how crazy he used to be, and he was still extremely good looking. The conversation was totally casual but the wife was completely looking me up and down trying to figure out how I knew her husband. I like that. I like making a wife nervous. I knew she’d ask him as soon as I walked away and somehow that becomes an aphrodisiac. It turns me on.
I exchanged numbers with my old friend. I have this feeling from the glimmer in his eye that I will hear from him. I noticed him noticing me up and down just like his wife did. Never married and no kids… I’m in much better shape then his wife. Since we always had a bit of sexual tension – I know he won’t pass up a chance to at least call me.
I have yet to decide what, if anything, I will do. Maybe I will tease him, bait him, trap him. Maybe I will instead let him do all the baiting and just never let him win. I will have to look my old photos from college and think on it.
Scott got himself a little girlfriend shortly after our demise, which has now been nearly a year. And me let say that she is adorable. She is a petite thing, same age as him, and what I would define as a good girl. That’s not to say that I am a bad girl… only behind closed doors. But I do genuinely think she is the right type of girl for him, pretty, sweet, and the kind that will impress his mother. But there is a problem.
Apparently, I fucked Scott all too well. He has continued his relationship with her but he has also continued to send the occasional text message to my cell phone. He sent me a gift at Christmas and while it was just a small token from a 21 year old… it shows he is still thinking of me. I’ve not responded to him…. until today.
I choose to do it today because the text from came at a point where I was both bored and horny. Do you know the kind of horny that occurs because you’ve got nothing better to do then masturbate? I was in that mood so I simply answered that things were good. He responded right away to ask what I was up to. So I told him. It went like this:
His text to me: Hope you are ok
My response: Doing good thx
Him: Wot are u up to
Me: Being Horny
Him: I still want u
Me: ur taken now
Him: lets cheat
Me: ok with me just sex
Him: can I call u now
He called me and tried to have some small talk, and even at one point clearly was trying to explain himself with the past disagreement on us having a greater romance. I interrupted him, I didn’t want to hear it. What I wanted was him to hear me… to hear me masturbate. I told him so, and like a good young man he obeyed and shut the fuck up.
I got out my vibrator, the real loud one, so he could hear it. I took off my pants and laid back on my bed with the phone pressed against my ear. He just listened to me cum while he jacked off. It was ultimately pretty fast maybe 10 minutes of lust.
After we came, and got settled… he asked if we could see each other again. I made it clear that we could, as long as it was for sex. He agreed. I asked him how things were with this sweet little girlfriend and he said everything was great.
Me: But you still want to hook up with me even though things are great with her? Him: Yes.
He did not expand on it, and it isn’t really needed. I don’t really care. I just want a hot beef injection from that horny young unstoppable cock. Scott can fuck over and over again, he practically never loses his hard on. I guess I am the perfect “other woman”. I should be ashamed of that, but hell, he is young and it’s likely he isn’t going to marry her right now. So why not?
I am off work today. I got horny. I got wet. I was feeling nasty. I got naked. I am naked right now and as you read this I am playing with myself. Get your cock out and jack it off too.
I am sitting at my desk at home. I took one of my flexible dildos out of it’s hiding place. It’s cock shaped and ridged like a real dick. I placed it in very warm water. I lubed it a little as it is rather thick. I had to scoot down on my office chair and spread my legs opened wide. I slid that mother fucker deep into my cunt. Now I sit here typing with a warm plastic dick inside me.
I’ve not done any thrusting yet. I want it to feel full inside my pussy. If I close my eyes the heated dildo almost… almost… feels real. I wish.
My nipples are hard and puckered. I stop typing to pinch them sometimes. I’m also rubbing them and my fat pussy lips a little.
I remember his cock. The big one. The 22 year old one. I fucked him two weeks ago. Didn’t know his last name. Hardcore.
I love typing this out, it is like really sharing myself at the height of my arousal. I feel like I could be talked into almost anything. I feel WILLING.
I have to stop writing and focus on cumming.
I wonder if other people’s sex lives are normal. One thing that has changed over the years is that more people do let their freak out, and we can expose it more on the internet. Thank Goddess for that!
The freak I discovered that lives in me is that I enjoy younger men. Not that I don’t enjoy the older ones too, but the younger ones are a bit like having a sweet “dessert”. I get the same great rush from fucking a younger man as I do when I cheat on my diet and have a small slice of cake.
I’m not a MILF (aka Mom I’d like to Fuck – in case you don’t know the term) because I don’t have kids and I don’t want them. I am not maternal or the nurturing type, and I don’t want to mother 20 year old guys either. I’m not a cougar, and really I am not that drastically much older then some of the younger men I’ve been with lately. I’m older, but not old for them so luckily I’ve not been turned down.
I’m going to have to come up with some fake names to tell some of these stories since I’ve added a few young lovers to my list. The first intense young lover I had is posted about already in my archives. For a name from now on I am going to call him Scott. That name is so far from his real one so he shouldn’t discover my blog lol. I had toyed around with some other men younger then me, but with him there was a distinct age gap and the fling was intense. I still hear from him actually… I have not decided yet if I feel like returning his messages.
Lately I’ve met a few others and had some one night stands which is always cool with me. Sometimes it’s easier, sometimes the sex is only average. For right now I have been traveling a bit for my job and that’s enough. Now that the new year is coming things will settle a bit, and I can get back to posting some clearer details.
Something that turns me on when I masturbate is to use a very flexible dildo to spank my pussy with. I love to literally smack it on my spread open pussy so it makes a slap slap slap noise. Doing this drives me crazy, makes me tingle, and causes my clit to get VERY swollen. Sometimes spanking my pussy long enough can make me cum too. Of course when a cock is spanking it – it is even better, but I can handle some pretty rough clitty smacks. I love some cock tapping and then the head rubbed on my clit… then back to some tapping. Yesterday I had some hot masturbation by telephone with The fuck buddy and he loves when I spank my pussy for him. I came hard, and more than once!
Time to continue my Rocker story! After a few months of long distance sex we finally met. I described the very first sexual encounter in this former post about blowing him. But don’t you want to know about our first fuck fest? It was later that night after some of the typical ‘courtship” stuff like a romantic dinner and wine.
We kissed and kissed and kissed with deep tongues and wet passion on the couch before we headed upstairs to my bedroom. We hopped on the bed fully dressed and resumed the face sucking.
Kissing is so hot to me. You can discover HOW someone will fuck by paying close attention to the way they kiss. If the guy is a bad kisser… then I am outta there! And the rocker was a good kisser… our mouths fit together perfectly. The motion of our tongues was in perfect sync.
There is also nothing better then a LONG sex session because foreplay is essential, it’s maybe even more then half of the fun. Both the rocker and I are ‘teases” and we love the long slow stuff, but when the time is right you should be fucking like animals. We had rehearsed sex together by telephone numerous times but the anticipation was super high and very drawn out.
He slid his big hand up my shirt and rubbed my titties over my bra. He touched me carefully and deliberately. Finger tips stroking through the material hmmm nice and gentle. Eventually he undid the front clasp and my skin tingled and he touched and fondled my nipples. I pulled off my shirt so he could start sucking and licking my nipples. We continued to slowly undress down to our underwear.
I was wearing lacey black full back bikini panties, and I could feel the damp stain in the crotch just getting larger. All the nipple licking my getting me very moist. My thighs were squirming a little and my sexy rocker singer is very vocal and loves to talk. He asked me if I wanted him to finger my pussy. Of course I said yes.
He slid his hand down inside my panties and lightly teased my treasure trail pubes. He pressed his finger deeper between the lips and found my hot button to rub in circles. Then he pushed further down to the opening and slide a finger in. He told me it was very wet, but he wanted more so he drink up all my juice. He started finger fucking me very slowly like he had done when we met. He told me he wasn’t stopping until it was sloppy and loud.
Slow finger pumping in and out. Hmmm just getting me damp writing about it. We kept kissing and kissing while his finger was speeding up. I was getting wetter; the sound was a bit louder. We were talking about it, getting quiet to listen. He kept his hand inside my panties the whole time saying he wasn’t going to look at it until it was gushing. He slide a second finger in me, I opened my legs more and raised my hips up off the bed so he could go deeper. He was going in rougher now.
He was jamming my cunt now and starting twisting, my panties were being yanked into my ass crack too. I want to point out this was going on for about 20 minutes by this point and I was speaking in grunts and moans when I told him to get my G spot. He curved his long finger in and told me I had to squirt before he was going to let me cum. I was on edge though, it’s not like I was in control.
I could feel how soaked I was, the squishing was loud, my moaning was getting hard. He was slamming those fingers in and then slowing down to stroke my gspot and I squirted some when he pressed on it. I was sweating and not realizing it until it happened…. And then I came HARD. I could feel myself ejaculating too.
The rocker kissed his way down from my tits to my bellybutton and my legs were still squirming now. He kissed the outside of my panties and slowly pulled them down. He made almost a sigh as he gazed into my pussy. He said it was all swollen and shiny. He slid his tongue up the slit before grabbing my fat lips open wide and wiggling that tongue all over my clit. I have posted before about having a puffy pussy and fat cunt lips. The rocker started sucking it all. He was lapping up the wet mess he made.
My pussy was still internally trembling, but he was putting attention on my clit now. It felt good and he was being sure to be a loud cunt lapper too. Very nasty and very hot. He was an aggressive pussy eater and I LOVE that. I came again. I was practically exhausted.
But the rocker wasn’t done; he hadn’t cum yet this time. So he opened his pants and just pushed it into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and let him fuck me. His cock was long and thick. I could feel how swollen my clit was since each thrust was rubbing it just right. His moans in my ear and his breath against my neck felt so good. Since he is a singer, he had incredible pipes moaning loud enough to shake the walls. We fucked another good 20 minutes straight before he finally came.