I’m a slut.
I wasn’t one before. Yes, I have had slept with a few men before too, but they all were men I was in love with. Sex to me was an act of love. Now it’s more than just love. It’s a necessity. I’m a nymphomaniac.
As part of a dare, which unto itself is a very juvenile thing and has an equally juvenile reason, I was asked by my friend to fuck a stranger of his choice, and as an incentive to take up this challenge, I was offered his monthly bonus (we both work in the same firm). And as a woman who loves sex and money and a good thrill of adventure, especially since I know that I’ll be married to someone soon, and I want to experience the lust of being alive, I said, ‘I do’ to the dare.