Slut Diaries

Warning explicit sexual language and content 18+

The healer by Summerhill Lane

Slut Diaries

Warning sexual language and content 18+

Imogen had been called a slut and a whore almost her whole life, well that is not exactly true, she had been called those names and a few other choice ones also along the same derogatory lines for the past 20 years plus.  Who would dare utter such explicatives about this natural and empathic person?   She would tell you quickly enough that it was her second and last husband, last in the sense that she didn’t want to be married again or at least that was her thinking as of the moment.  Twice bitten three times shy.   

Once having escaped this narc she wondered what to do with herself.  She began thinking that maybe she indeed was a slut and a whore and that others (her ex) could see it in her and she just didn’t know herself that well.  So, a plan was hatched to initiate the life of a slut. 

She had not had sex or an intimate relationship with anyone for over 10 years even though she was married to the above-mentioned narc. 

Was she sex starved? Yes.

 Was she loved starved? Yes.

Was she experience starved? Yes.

 Was she ready for action? Oh yes.

 Her juices were flowing and her heart was pumping and never had she felt so alive. 

The ass man:

She picked him out of a line up of men in the 45-60 range (a dating site in case you were thinking this was a pre-prison line up), and he was on the younger side of the scale, but he looked handsome with piercing blue eyes, black hair, and he also liked her profile and photos.  They matched.  His photos liked her photos.  Kind of a funny way to meet someone.  He phoned her right away and his voice was manly and she liked that, arrangements were made to meet for coffee.  This was getting off to a very good start because she didn’t like texting that much (not her strong suit), eye to eye, hand to hand, lips to lips …. you get the sequence.  They did meet for coffee one afternoon and she put her hand in his as they left the restaurant and walked to his parked vehicle.  In front of the subway terminal where he was dropping her, he pulled her in close for a kiss.  His lips were soft and he gave her a little tongue.  Wow, she hadn’t kissed anyone in such a long time. So sensual.  While kissing her he reached down the front of her blue jeans and felt her wetness.  He moaned and asked if she was sure she had to go to work.  She wished she didn’t, but let him wait a little while what’s the big rush.  Truthfully, she was in a bit of a rush because it had been so very long. 

It was left up to her to do all the traveling and she was the one without a vehicle.  She liked it this way.  Their first rendezvous was on a Friday evening and each subsequent meet up was also almost always on Friday, so she began to refer to him in her mind as FNF.  We will leave it up to you to figure out the acronym’s meaning.

Imogen thought that their first sexual union was exciting, and maybe for him it was only an ordinary fuck, but for her it felt electric.  First time in 120 months, just think about that for a moment!  Afterwards they lay on the couch together to watch a scary movie.  She cuddled in close as much to get away from the movie as to get close to him.  Pretty soon he wasn’t watching the movie either and she could feel that his cock was once again growing in size as it was pressed up tight against her pussy.  He says, “I’m an ass man”.  She had to ask in her ignorance what that was exactly.  “Come here and I’ll show you”.  Putting his hands on her shoulders he directs her back to the bedroom and pushes her over the side of the bed.  “Take a breath in and relax, this may feel uncomfortable at first”.  It did feel very uncomfortable but she just breathed in and relaxed as best she could and soon – oh la la, so good.  He got a good rhythm going by holding on to her hips and soon a low guttural moan comes all the way up from his toes and he collapses on top of her on the bed.  She thinks she will like this ass fucking from her ass man.  It also amazed her that she could cum too with his cock in her ass.  This ass fucking became a very big part of their continued interaction and she was really starting to feel a link between her sweet innocent self and this slut whore she was becoming.  She needed to expand her horizons further on this downward spiral into slutdom – yes, she needed to introduce a second cock into the mix.  What a whore, she called herself and smiled.

To be continued…….  

Published by summerhilllane

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7 thoughts on “Slut Diaries

  1. Summerhill, that piece of art… I’m a very visual person, so the fact that you include these pieces makes me very very happy! And your story has some subtle, understated humour there that I like a lot. Even the use of the word ‘slut’ gives me pause. I read that there are more and more women who are reclaiming that word, and recontextualising it. In essence, they’re saying, “Yes, I like sex. So what? If that makes me a slut then I’m proud to be one.” I like that there are more and more women who refuse to take on the shaming that society tries to thrust on them in this way. (Not that I’m suggesting that you are feeling shame. It’s just that your story made me think of this.)

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