back in the day of craigslist personals, i met a man through a want ad who quickly had me under his spell. a bit younger than my father but more than twice my age and as hottt as hell, he was my dream dom and entered my life at the perfect time — my ex had just asked for a divorce and there was nothing i needed more than a firm, guiding hand on my neck.
i’m a mentally ill, creative intelligent empath and for some men… i am something that never even seemed accessible to them before, i almost perfectly embody that nineties stereotype of your manic pixie dream girl but with curves in all the right places, and i could and would fuck all night long.
he took me to heights i had only dreamed possible before, where i devotedly served him as we watched his deviant machinations unfold. he showed me what is possible when you put in the hard work and effort for something that you really want. one friday evening well past a year after we met, i found myself naked in his marital bed and he was about to fuck me raw for the first time. before this moment he had never even fucked me in my pussy because he made it clear that i wasn’t deserving of his dick in me like that. he had reduced me to be an object that he could use, whenever and however he wanted, and i worshipped him for knowing how to treat me properly, like the true slut that i am.
this man, who held my hand while i was blindfolded through an entire evening of being gangbanged and creampied by an endless train of anonymous men… he had finally decided i was worthwhile enough to be fucked by him. i was ecstatic, i had worked hard to get to that point — fucking over fifty men within the course of six months to prove my value… that i was, without a doubt, the whore he was looking for.
i had earned his dick and there was nothing more that i wanted than to finally get railed by him — i deserved it. but we had barely been naked in bed for five minutes or so when we suddenly heard movement in the apartment. we looked at each other and froze, his hands already four fingers deep inside me. shit, he figured it out and jumped out of bed, pulled on some clothes, and shoved my naked ass into the closet before trying to beat his sixteen year old stepson to the living room, where we had previously discarded my purse, lavender satin dress, and heels.
i could hear the relief in his voice that he was able to successfully hide my presence as he greeted his eighteen year old stepson with surprise. the poor teenager (who is on the autism spectrum) had conflict with his biodad, stormed out of that house, and walked clear across town to interrupt our happy fuckfest on his mom’s bed. it was a completely understandable moment and i felt bad for the poor kid, but that didn’t make me any less disappointed when i was hastily handed my clothes by my dom when he came back to the bedroom to grab his wallet and keys so that he could drive his neurodivergent teenage stepson back to his biodad’s home.
i sadly slipped back into my dress and heels before letting myself out of the empty apartment and dejectedly headed straight over to another man’s home to sit on his dick. a slut has her needs, you know?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vw7br4/that_time_his_eighteen_year_old_stepson