this story actually takes place a little later in time than my title may lead one to believe, after many advancements in modern telecommunications gifted the world the wondrous craigslist personals.
i roamed those wild bulletin boards for a very brief time, just after i was divorced and before they were shut down – when the company tried to signal through their empty actions that they actually cared about the proliferation of sex trafficking online, but did nothing of real substance to truly tackle the issue.
during my brief interlude there i met a man, someone i lovingly called “sir.” he was everything i hadn’t realized i wanted before and he helped me define and find my heart’s true desires. we would spend hours wrapped up in each other’s minds and bodies, meticulously setting all the machinations in place for some truly deviant ideas to come alive. he showed me the heights one could reach when they put in all of the hard work and planning to get there and he gave me the single hotttest night of my life, i’ll tell that story soon.
anytime sir could find to get away from his wife and his personal projects, we would meet up to talk for hours and fuck for days; and there was one project in particular that i’ve found myself returning to lately, a collaboration that i’m starting to think of fondly as “dial-a-slut.”
craigslist personals were such a unique destination back in the day, it was very much a place teeming with pleasure, deviancy, sex work, creepers, curious people, and endless amounts of trouble. it was a place where your words were important, where visuals had to be painted through prose, and everyone was always looking for something sexy. and you could definitely find many strange things for the right price.
sir was a master of his craft and gangbangs were his thing. he cultivated a diverse and devoted groups of dicks all around town, mostly married men who were there for the epic gangbangs we’d organize on the regular. he found all of these men, and nurtured all of these relationships, through craigslist. i’d often hang out on the periphery at our group events as i always held a special place in his heart and didn’t just serve as one of the usual gangbang girls. i was his creative muse, the woman who understood art and could appreciate the beauty of his craft, in addition to enjoying the very specific flavor of sexual submission that he demanded from me.
a few months into our relationship, after he’d fully earned my servitude, he brought up an idea he had… a way he wanted to use me. he came to me with a craigslist ad he had drafted for my “services,” which was actually one of the sweetest things that a man has ever written about me. he intimately knew all of the hangs up i have about my body, but he also completely understood my value as a sexual being. he knew exactly how skilled i am when it comes to sex – i take the art of fucking very seriously and have a vast repertoire of experience to draw upon when it comes down to touching a man’s dick. having tasted at that fountain, he understood exactly how to sell my strange brew of hypersexuality in the most loving way.
i was enamored, yet taken aback, by what he had written. it was loose enough in the language, in order to comply with the craigslist landscape, but it was clearly an ad selling my body for sex. i was confused because this immediately touched on something deeply personal that has always been very important to my identity – i am a slut who loves sex, i am not a whore who sells her body… if i’m fucking someone, it’s because i want to fuck them. no other reason, ever.
i looked up at sir, a smile on my lips but questions in my eyes. he met my gaze and told me he wanted me to be his good little slut that he can send out to get fucked by men who were willing to pay for my body. he explained how we would collaborate on posting the ad he had written, carefully combing through responses to find the perfect kind of men he knew would be thrilled to fuck me, who would appreciate my body, and who would be completely pumped by the fact that sir planned on showing up with me on his arm to surprise our selected marks with the fact that they actually get to fuck me for free, however they wanted. sir would be there to keep me safe and to watch, if the guy was comfortable with that.
as i slowly understood what he was saying, what he wanted… i became so incredibly turned on by the idea of what he was asking of me, how he wanted to use me. holy fucking shit, it was a level of deviancy i had never even dreamed of before and i couldn’t wait to give him exactly what he wanted, as soon as i could. so we posted the ad to craigstlist personals that night and thus began a very sexy adventure.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w06qny/dialaslut_fm