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So I'm not so slutty after all  

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5/4/2015 6:29 am
So I'm not so slutty after all

So I was trolling my social networks including Craigslist. I wanted to be fucked like a fuck toy, with the same level of compassion and feeling. I wanted to be used and abused. I wanted to not be in control, because I needed to see what it felt like and if I liked it.

I'd had fantasies before, but no one ever wanted to do me without compassion or feeling, but with primal sexual force. Today, I found someone who wanted to fulfill my bucket list item. He had a friend, so it was us 3 in a room.

Started out the same way all my encounters with strangers do, porn on the computer, and eventually a cock comes out, and what do you do with one of those? I am proud to say, I don't really dig guys, but when I commit to a blow job, I put in effort and work. Everyone has told me I had skills, and females tell me I handle girlie parts well too.

Anyways, I had mentioned liking the idea of being tied up. so eventually my feet and hands were bound. Clothes pins were on each nipple. A make shift towel was used as a blind fold. One would force his member inside my mouth testing my gag reflexes, the other would<b> whip me </font></b>with a towel. A towel to a clothes pin on your nipple hurts like hell. They are still sore.

I was frankly bored, and wondered if all I was there was to wet a penis. Eventually, the idea of being inside me was brought up. I craved it like nothing else. I think I begged for it. I was forced to douche, and shower, for cleanliness.

I was told to kneel on the bed, with my head down on the bed. As always my fantasy didnt come true, but I was teased with a toy. I made vocal sounds, and when it was firmly pushed, I screamed more more more. A little Billy Idol for you.

While, playing with the toy, he fucked the other guy. The other guy gets up, and here we go. My so called fantasy was really happening. It felt odd to have someone inside me. Thrusting harder and harder. I tried to moan with pleasure, then the panic came in. What was I doing? Why did I need this experience? I felt lost, and afraid, and despite having all attention on me, isolated. There's something else there, a bad thing, that I can't see, but I cried out for it to end, and stop. Just as I felt ooey gooey all inside me. I laid in silence, pondering what happened, why it happened, what did I learn, did I learn anything.

I did. I really don't like guys, but when I am in attention mode attention knows no gender roles. I am not a cum slut like I thought I would be, but I might possibly be a candidate for a nice femdom female with a strap-on. Who knows. All I know is I am laying here, after this experience and trying to make sense of it all. I have to find better ways of finding attention, and seriously stop messing with guys, unless that's something my significant other (female) wants us to try maybe.

So while I am attention heteroflexible still, I no longer need to feel a living thing inside my body anymore. Been there done that, and its not my bag baby. Why am I sharing this with you? Because, fuck it, I am an open book, and maybe someone reading this may pay me more attention.

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