I’ve accepted that I’m a slut, and honestly, I thrive on it. There’s nothing hotter than being completely taken, knowing I’m just there to be used and pleased.
The other night, I went to a party dressed in the shortest skirt and no panties, just to see how long I could last before someone noticed. It didn’t take long. One guy whispered in my ear, asking if I was really that much of a tease. I just smirked and let him feel for himself. Minutes later, I was in an empty room on my knees, looking up at him while he pulled me closer. The way he handled me, the way he groaned about how easy was, only made me want it more. When he was done, I wiped my mouth, adjusted my skirt, and went right back to the party like nothing happened.
I didn’t even make it an hour before I found someone else to play with.
