I already posted this but it was removed because I didn’t use the right tag. Hopefully it works now.
Settle in, this is a long one.
I’ve made a few posts on r/SluttyConfessions and I have a plan to “do the alphabet” so there will be more to come. But for now I thought I’d delve into my past. This is super slutty (I think so anyway – 6 guys in this episode) so you might think it’s more suitable to the aforementioned sub, but apparently it’s not for “general tendencies” and I don’t want to outstay my welcome over there. Plus I figure this will hit more people.
When I was 18 (I’m 22 now) I became single after a relationship that was 18 months long. An eternity for a teenager. High school had finished but I hadn’t yet drifted from my friends. I used to hang out with one in particular a lot because we lived around the corner from each other. Let’s call him Tom. One day, I don’t know how, we started making out. At one point he said “are we just making out or…” I thought he was going to say “are we going to fuck?” So I said “we’re just making out” because at that point I believed, that for me at least, sex was for relationships. I found out much later that he was going to ask “Or are we together?”