Once a Slut Always a Slut

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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.

 

 

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The Way I Plan My Seduction

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I Like the Seduction of Younger and Shy Men

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. But I am picky and very selective. Usually, I look for them wherever I go. I also seek innocence and I have a radar that reads men very well and easily.

 

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. So 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.

 

I Plotted my Seduction of Him

 

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!

Seduction Powers Activated

 

Seduction to Me is a kinky Sex Game

 

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. But I want him to lust after me, and then I like to walk away before it gets sticky… in a different way.

 

I Love Seduction and To Seduce Men

 

I like all kinds of men, so an appearance is much less important to me than you think. What I do is watch body language… and there are sometimes very subtle things about men that can turn me on. Often 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. Actually, 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.

Old Friends Possible Fuck Buddy

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Anybody Can Be My Fuck Buddy

 

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. However, I am just beginning to settle back into 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.

 

I Wonder If He’ll Become My Fuck Buddy

 

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 than 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.

 

 

I Am Mastubating Right Now

 

We Should Both Be Masturbating Right Now

 

 

I am off work today. I got horny, I got wet, and I was feeling nasty. So 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. We should both be masturbating right now, together.

 

Pause.

 

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. Then 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.

 

Pause.

 

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.

 

Pause.

 

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.

 

Pause.

 

I remember his cock. The big one. The 22-year-old one. I fucked him two weeks ago. I didn’t even know his last name, nor did I care. Hardcore.

 

Pause.

 

I love typing this out, it is like really sharing myself at the height of my arousal. And I feel like I could be talked into almost anything. I feel so WILLING.

 

Pause.

 

I have to stop writing and focus on cumming.