The number of men and women I have had sex with over the years is higher than the number of years that I have been alive on this big blue planet called Earth. I’m thirty years old. In the past year alone, I have had a lot of sex with my fuck buddy, Damien, sex with an occasional lover who knows how to use her tongue, oral sex with someone that has knuckled my pussy into bruises, multiple orgasms in adult films, group sex in a public dungeon, and a few nights of some filthy fingering fun with a couple of acquaintances in a pool at a party.

I like sex. No, I LOVE sex.

Society tells me that I am a slut. I don’t care. I fucking love sex!

Society doesn’t care that sex is ethical and healthy, that safety precautions are taken, that I am a healthy, well-adjusted woman who is quite capable of making decisions like who I want to fuck, when I want to fuck, and how I want to fuck. Whatever! I love sex! Society thinks I should repress my sexual appetite feel ashamed for wanting to fuck as much as I do. The other day a woman called me a slut at the grocery store for giving my friend a kiss good-bye. Seriously, bitch, for a kiss good-bye. Too bad you didn’t see what happened behind closed doors a few hours before. I want to share sexual energy with different people. I want to enjoy life, love, finger, dicks, pussies, tongues, toys, orgasms, ect.

I love sex. I love to fuck! Why is that a problem with some people? And I’m not a slut. I’m a whore. My mother once told me that sluts give it away for free and whores at least get something out of it. I’ve always gotten dinner, or drinks, and amazing orgasms! So yes, I’m a whore, not a slut.

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