I’ve been thinking about ‘slutty origin stories’ lately. Reading about your experiences has given me some inspiration. I wondered at what moment I became the kind of proud slut I am today and I keep circling back to a simple kind but slutty act: saying thank you with my mouth.
The first of these came when I was 19 in college. I mostly just fucked guys I dated. I was a nursing student, but struggled mightily with biochem. Another guy in my class offered to help me out. He was cute, Indian, very sweet, but decidedly not my type. I wouldn’t have passed the class without his help. I knew I was taking advantage of him. He had a crush on me even if he tried to hide it. At the end of the semester, before we all went our separate ways, I asked him if I could thank him in any way. I played it coyly, “Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?” with big doe eyes. He wouldn’t bite, so I put my hand on his crotch and asked again. He didn’t really say anything. He was nervous. But I whipped out his dick and went to work. It didn’t take long.