First time posting. Recently went through a breakup and I’ve had a few wild rebound nights lately. Been thinking about them a lot and I found this community so I wanted to share. I was visiting my parents for my mother’s bday and I got stuck here because of the virus situation. My boss has banned me from getting on a plane and is making everyone work remotely. So, I’m sitting in my old bedroom, horny and I really needed to tell somebody, anybody, what a slut I am.
Anyway, I’m new around here (hello!), but not new to being a slut. At the impressionable age of fourteen I talked some shit, got in trouble, ended up on my knees, and wrapped my lips around the first real cock I’d ever seen. I was instantly hooked. The rush of letting go. The power of one good lick. It was intoxicating, and I fell right off the deep end. Right away, I loved the mix of emotions; the feeling of willingly submitting to a man solely for his pleasure, being looked down on as a toy, talked down to, used…all while being in complete control. I was the one on my knees, but they were the ones begging. I was the one with hands in my hair, being grabbed and groped…but they were the ones who couldn’t live without. It was nirvana, and I sure as hell took advantage. Many, many cocks have found their way to the back of my throat.