Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Channeling My Inner WHORE - Part I

I was in my last year of College and I started to notice some serious changes in me. I had suddenly shed an exceptional amount of weight, guys were constantly hitting on me and trying to fuck me, I was still always “dealing” with my ex but now I was always out meeting other guys.

It was this same time that my friends and I started partying very heavily. We were regular club goers and were getting drunk on a weekly basis. Essentially it began as weekends only and then eventually progressed to nightly too.

At this time, I began to experiment with harder drugs which I hadn’t been into in my younger years. When everyone was snorting coke, popping ecstasy and doing bumps of K and Crystal, I was too “scared”. I was in College and I was totally on the straight and narrow. I stopped smoking weed because of a bad experience years prior and it made me much too paranoid and brought back vivid flashbacks which deterred me from being interested. Believe or not, I was actually focused on my studies and my friends were pretty boring. They’d go out for “coffee” and “dessert” on the weekends. Yawn right?
Anyway, as my crowd changed, so did my interests. I was hard partying with anything and everything under the sun. I was getting drunk and high and working out. I was driving fast on highways and staying out all hours of the night. I was working at seedy strips clubs and bars selling shooters and drinks and I loved every fucking minute of it.

I also loved the male attention that all this was brining to me. I had sex with new guys weekly. I was fucking everyone and I was on cloud nine. I had never been physically or sexually connected to the male species like I was now and it was intoxicating. The way that men wanted me was something I had never experienced before and I wanted them just as badly. I was “in love”, “obsessed” and “infatuated” with just about everybody. I would meet them, fall for them, fuck their brains out, have them want me and then I would move on to the next guy I met who I now wanted more than the last. Once I had moved on, it was done. I was never one to go back to something I had once left and as my friends and I coined it, I did not have any interest in “the three R’s”. I was not one to “re-use, reduce or recycle”.

Any time I had interest in a man there was almost always interest in return. In fact, I can’t remember a time when a man I wanted didn’t want me back; at least physically any way. I was so in to these guys that any time I slept with them, I would have orgasm after orgasm and I would fuck them like a porn star. It was never a secret that I loved sex. I was always very sexual with my ex-boyfriend and our sex was never an issue with us. I was passionate, dirty, open, adventurous and I was aggressive too. I was very actively engaged in sex and even quite controlling. I always liked being on top the best and I always came. ALWAYS.

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