Longtime lurker, longtime closeted slut. Yet, to my friends, I’m pretty chill! I gave off signs of course, being open with sexuality, wearing skirts and hoses, flirty and jokey, but not, “I NEED to get cock or I’ll implode” kinda gal. Well that changed, for at least one of my friends. The hot one of course!
But first, context!
Was a date. A “we’re singles with jobs on Valentine’s day” Friday date. Already, sparks are flying around as we shared solidarity of being relationship inept fucks in a cute coffee cafe.
So, before the cafe burns down, I spilled beans.
“I want to be a slut!” Not out loud, public place!
“Aren’t you already a slut, hoe?” Shit, he said it in such a cute mocking tone!
No dipshit! I had to explain to him what I truly meant, even showed him this subreddit’s little doctrine!
But alas, he asked me why him of all people to be first to know. And me shifting my legs sure as fuck didn’t help. Secrets out! And his hand? On my skirt! Thumb on the crease, fingers grabbing the ends! Did I tell you that I strategically sat on the same side as him? This 6 foot hunk of a man versus a petite yet stacked little like me?