He said: “Wear something YOU think is slutty next week.”
I said: “Well, what would you like me to wear?
He smiled and said: “Oh, no, you misunderstand. I don’t want to tell you what I think is slutty. I want you to pick out a dress that YOU think is slutty. I want you to wear something that when you look in a mirror with it on you say: “Yeah, I’d fuck me!”
Well, that posed a bit of a challenge to me. Until I met my lover, I never felt sexually desirable or sexually free. He has permanently changed me, to realize that I’m deeply, inherently sexual and desirable to both men and women. That’s a revelation with which I’m still coming to grips.
Now, with that change, I can confidently say that I’m pro-slut. Not to suggest that I’ve quite settled the issue of the word’s redeemability, because I haven’t. But my hunch is that, if we’re to defuse tyrannical words like “slut,” the groups to which those words typically refer, namely, women, should consider reappropriating them. At the risk of laboring a well-known point, “reappropriating,” here, is synonymous with “recycling”—recycling hateful, self-referential words to give them positive, empowering vibrations.
I define a slut as someone who loves to have sex. I think both men and women can be sluts and being a slut isn't necessarily a bad thing. It's made out to be a bad thing by many, particularly men, and it is often used to control women’s sexuality.
For much of my adult life, I wore a uniform, namely, loose fitting clothing, dark or muted colors which displayed as little of my body as possible. I never felt sexy or desirable and was never comfortable with the notion of abandoning myself to wanton, kinky sexual pleasure. I had many secret fantasies, which I never shared with anyone. I married, and the man I married had no concept of my sexuality or how to pleasure me as I wanted to be pleasured. He used me for his pleasure, and my pleasure was irrelevant.
Since meeting my lover, I dress in vibrant colors, and in a way that displays my body and my desirability. I indulge and have indulged all of my most slutty, wanton sexual impulses, and my lover pleasures me in a way that leaves me breathless and limp with satiation, and yet hungering for more.
He picked me up to go to lunch, and in the car I removed the conservative dress I was wearing, displaying the very short, glittering black dress underneath. I showed him that I was wearing matching black thigh high stockings and no panties, and as we drove to lunch, I played with my pussy in the car, periodically stopping to slip my wet fingers into his mouth to taste my arousal.
We arrived at the restaurant, a charming French bistro, and when the valet opened my car door, I made a point of spreading my legs and allowing my dress to ride up as I exited the car, giving the valet what I am certain was a very satisfying view of my already glistening pussy.
We went into the bistro and my lover asked for a table in the corner, with a view of the entire restaurant. We shared a cocktail, and he ordered for us. I took a few sips of my cocktail, called “Midnight in Paris”, and as the liquor warmed me, I pulled my dress up at our table and urged my lover to caress me between my legs behind the crisp white tablecloth. My eyes closed, and I sat there, basking in pleasure, both at being touched and being touched in such a public place.
In due course, I arose to go to the restroom, and as I stood, I pulled my already short dress higher, ensuring that everyone in the restaurant got a very good view of the top of my thigh highs and the curve of my ass.
I could feel all of the men’s eyes on me, as I left, and as I returned to our table, and other couples stole glances at us, slyly smiling, throughout our lunch and the glasses that we shared of an extraordinarily good Champagne.
As we left, I repeated my slutty display to the valet as I entered the car, and gave him a sly, slightly wanton smile as he closed the door.
We arrived at our hotel, and as soon as we were in, my lover pushed me down on the bed, rapidly disrobed, and stood at the end of the bed, his erect, twitching, oozing cock in his hand, eyes glowing with lust. I happily spread my legs, anticipating that he was going to immediately mount me, thrust his hard cock deep inside and fuck me like a wild animal. As usual, he surprised, and tightly gripping my ass, licked my dripping pussy to orgasm. As my hips rose from the bed and I screamed in pleasure, he pushed me down, and roughly thrust his cock inside, grunting as he forcefully fucked my orgasm and deposited what I knew would be the first of multiple deposits of his hot cum inside me.
We lay there, happily panting in the aftermath of our pleasure, but I wanted more. I touched my now swollen, cum drenched pussy, and started rubbing myself to another orgasm. My lover towered over me, stroking his swollen, slippery cock in front of me, groaning in pleasure. As my arousal increased, he noted with evident satisfaction that some of his cum was starting to squirt out of me, and I could feel the streams of his liquid running from me down to my ass. He reached down and harvested some of his cum, hot from being in my body, and lasciviously licked it from his fingers. Before I knew it, I felt myself losing control, and another orgasm took me, and I felt him thrust his cock deep inside, forcing my spasming pussy open with his erection so that we shared our orgasms.
Our afternoon continued in much the same way, drinking cocktails while naked, and periodically joining our bodies together multiple times to share our pleasures.
I didn’t want the afternoon to end. I wanted to keep fucking, kissing, drinking, cumming…yes, indulging my inner slut.
18 comments
Beautiful apparel.
Yes I’d fuck you….naughty lady….superb pics showing what you describe so erotically wantonly….your lunch and sex must not end till dark mmm haha x
If at all!
@RedGingerSnaps you’ll be setting up home next ?????
Slut!
And proud of it!
Cheers
That's a lovely dress!
Thanks!
He is a Lucky Man!
He knows it!
That’s my girl! Perfect!