SLUT
About Me
I love the word SLUT. Say it out loud right now: SLUT! Doesn't it have a nice ring to it? Like FUCK, it just sort of jumps off your tongue and into the world.
As with any reclaimed word, some people find it uncool when I use it to describe myself.But to me there's nothing negative about being a slut. Sluts are FUN! Sluts do whatever they want, whenever they want, and they don't regret anything. Sluts dive as voraciously into sex as they do their other many passions. Sluts like their own bodies, and other people's too. Sluts are enthusiastic! Sluts will do a lot for a good story.
Sluts are confident and have great shoes. Sluts are pretty. Sluts find something to love about all different kinds of people. Sluts are brave. Sluts laugh a lot. Sluts challenge gender roles. Sluts are fearless. Sluts love adventure! Sluts will try new things without worrying about looking stupid. Sluts high-five after sex.
I call myself a slut because I love sex and I've had lots of it and I love talking about sex and weird sex and sex and sexual attention and more sex! And while I understand that the word has traditionally been used a perjorative, the actual textbook definition -- a promiscuous woman -- is actually not an insult in my book. I mean, can you actually answer the question, "What's wrong with being a slut?" without saying something that sets women's equality back like 100 years? Slut power!
I love the word SLUT. Say it out loud right now: SLUT! Doesn't it have a nice ring to it? Like FUCK, it just sort of jumps off your tongue and into the world.
As with any reclaimed word, some people find it uncool when I use it to describe myself.But to me there's nothing negative about being a slut. Sluts are FUN! Sluts do whatever they want, whenever they want, and they don't regret anything. Sluts dive as voraciously into sex as they do their other many passions. Sluts like their own bodies, and other people's too. Sluts are enthusiastic! Sluts will do a lot for a good story.
Sluts are confident and have great shoes. Sluts are pretty. Sluts find something to love about all different kinds of people. Sluts are brave. Sluts laugh a lot. Sluts challenge gender roles. Sluts are fearless. Sluts love adventure! Sluts will try new things without worrying about looking stupid. Sluts high-five after sex.
I call myself a slut because I love sex and I've had lots of it and I love talking about sex and weird sex and sex and sexual attention and more sex! And while I understand that the word has traditionally been used a perjorative, the actual textbook definition -- a promiscuous woman -- is actually not an insult in my book. I mean, can you actually answer the question, "What's wrong with being a slut?" without saying something that sets women's equality back like 100 years? Slut power!
10 years ago
--Oh, and keep buying shoes!
Kiss
YOU have the power , joy to us to see it in action
Thanks for being who and what you are
Fuck me good.
I won't mention her name as I do not know where she is and how she turned out, but I will use her real first name of Linda, we were both in junior high school (about 1964) and it was an afternoon algebra class when she first caught my eye. She was thin, not skinny, but thin and her tits were not beyond medium size, perfectly proportioned for her body. She had very pale skin and dark brown shoulder length hair that always looked like she had just gotten out of bed. I mention this because it became part of my fantasy.
She wore her skirts too short and always a white sleeveless cotton blouse, the fabric so thin that you could see right through it. She unbuttoned it to the point that her bra showed in the opening and when she would lean forward her bra (ill fitting) would gap open showing me part of her breast, sadly no nipple.
It seemed to me that she worked hard to get her bra strap to fall down her arm out of her sleeve opening. By that I mean she would wiggle about until it slid down and my little pecker would get so hard looking over at her. Her skirt rode up her thighs and unlike the other girls that always wore hose her bare legs were as milky white as the rest of her and my eyes would follow them up to the hemline of her skirt hoping to get a peek higher up.
Now some may not think that my description up to this point is slutty behavior, but the next is. Instead of crossing her legs like most of the girls with mini-skirts she would part her knees beyond a relaxed position, I know she was giving the guys in rows in front of us a peek up her skirt as some mentioned that they saw "all the way" and of course embellished the story by saying they could see hair poking out of the panties. At the time I believed it, now I am sure it was just talk.
My little pecker was so hard when this scene presented itself and she would suck on the end of her pencil in a very suggestive way and occasionally look over at me with those dark eyes as if she could see into my brain.
At home I would drop my pants and jerk off to fantasies of her setting beside me in the dark movie house, or behind the school in the trees, I imagined her sucking my cock, jerking me off, and yes, I wondered what it would be like to fuck her, not that I had any real idea what it was all about at that young age.
I never really talked to her, I knew she dated older high school guys and the stories were that she would fuck and suck anyone that would pick her up in their car. Damn, the fantasies rolled through my brain then, and still do now. How strange is that? It has been well over 50 years since she set beside me, my fantasies of my hands in her hair as she sucked my little pecker, WOW.
So in my mind she was a slut, and I still fantasize over her, so your comment that a slut has confidence, I agree. I know she knew what she was doing to me.