This story is pretty long, so skip to the break if you just want the sex part lol.
Now I’m not as much of a slut anymore, but a few years ago I was in college and exploring my newfound freedom by having a lot of casual sex. I tended to find hookups on dating apps, and though I was swiping on a lot of women I found that the men were easier to arrange a quick fuck with. All I had to do was lead with some aggressive flirting and they would clear their schedule for me. So I had been at this for a while, fucking maybe one new guy a week, and I was starting to get a bit of an ego about it. It was almost like a game to me to a certain extent; I loved all the back-and-forth that led up to them coming over to my apartment. I liked sending them snaps of what (little) I was wearing, or messaging them a fragment of a fantasy of mine, just enough to tease and get them thinking. I really liked watching them try to be gentlemanly with me when they were obviously horny as hell. The best ones didn’t even bother and started undressing me as soon as I let them in.