dial-a-slut [FM]

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.

that time his eighteen year old stepson interrupted us [FM]

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.