Slut Diaries – part three

Sunflower heart by Summerhill Lane

Warning explicit sexual language and content 18+

Slut Diaries – part three

After Imogen recovered physically from the Beast (she didn’t think she would ever get over the attachment), and she wasn’t ready to let the Ass Man out of his time out, this left her with an empty dance card.  Not a good situation for an up and coming slut and whore.  The remedy was someone new, of course, but who.  Trying something different instead of the tried and true dating application she resorted to contacting a friend of a friend.  She felt like a hunter after prey and she didn’t exactly like this feeling but still she balled up and went for it.  Turned out this is exactly what she got – prey.

Girly man and finger fucker

He picked her up at a designated subway stop and he gushed and flattered her about her beauty and physicality.  Surprisingly Imogen really didn’t like all this attention to her person.  He didn’t know her yet so how could he say such things and really mean it.  They walked in a nearby park and talked and kissed.  The kissing was very nice if a bit on the slobbery side and he bit her bottom lip a little too much so that it hurt her and caused a swelling.  Who needs Botox for big puffy lips? Haha.

He was tall, handsome in an exotic way, muscular and very masculine.  She began to think of him as girly only later when the constant texting began, but I digress.

They had a lot of fun that afternoon and they played and laughed and ran in the park and went for ice-cream.  He carried her over a puddle like she weighed a feather (she did), and they made up story lines for a new tv show that she had invented called “Let’s Ask”, where you cross paths with a stranger and make up some shit story about them, then shout  “Let’s Ask”.  They didn’t end up asking any strangers if what they had made up was true, but they did laugh their heads off all the same. 

Stopping to rest themselves on a park bench which was secluded and private the kissing and biting started again.  Getting emboldened he reaches up under her light summer dress, pushes aside her tiny pink sheer panties, inserts first one then two of his long digits into her wet cunt he begins a steady rhythm of finger fucking her.    Oh, my she came hard and couldn’t stop herself.  It wasn’t her first experience with being finger fucked but it was the first time with a stranger in a park in the open air where people could walk by at any moment and discover them.  Oh, this was slut heaven. 

She was really liking this finger fucker.  It was later that she changed her mind about him.  The texting messages began in earnest later that evening after the day’s fun was over.  He was in love with her, can we be exclusive, I don’t want you to see anyone else, I want you to move in with me, I want to see you every day from now on, how can you turn down someone who loves you so much, isn’t that what everyone is looking for someone to love and adore them forever and never put anyone above them, you want to see other people other men, I’m not good with that….

Then the girly behaviour from him started (sorry ladies)…. You have hurt me terribly, I’ll never get over this, how could you reject me when it is obvious we are made for each other, I want only you forever, please reconsider, you can see other men as long as you see me too but don’t let me know about it, I won’t control you or tie you down like you were before, please don’t hurt me…….

Finally, she blocked him.  Goodbye girly man finger fucker. 

That did not go well and our slut was having second thoughts about how much of a slut she really was because she did not like or want to hurt anyone’s feelings or play with their emotions.  Time to reassess before her next adventure.

Note to self: never practice the above behaviour with any man no matter how attached and in love she felt she was. Trouble with Imogen is she didn’t always (or ever) look at her notes to self.

Back to the line-up, and at least here men were men (all emotions buried way down very deep).

To be continued……

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11 thoughts on “Slut Diaries – part three

  1. Even sluts have feelings, so it’s understandable that she would worry about ‘finger guy’s’ feelings too… even though there wasn’t really any chemistry between them. Magic fingers don’t always make up for that, I’m afraid. This was an interesting insight into Imogen, I think.
    (Love the image as always. They say that sunflowers are weeds. I’ve never understood why. How can something that brings so much pleasure be little more than a weed?)

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    1. Sunflowers are big, expansive, colourful and enduring just like someone’s heart, weed or not.
      Thank you for your insights into our slutty heroine’s feelings and that she had some. Really appreciate your comments as always. ❤️

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    1. Hi Knightsreich, thank you for the honest comment. Our finger fucker fell in love with our slut immediately, but our slut was on a mission to find herself and the freedom she had been missing. She hated to hurt him is true.

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      1. Of course, lovely erotic thoughts!!!
        I am so glad you left religion behind and decided to spread your legs 💦💦💦 I am going to keep checking your writings out. The greatest compliment I pay to you is the stiffness in my pants, and the drip, drip of pre cum from my cock as I savor your lovely horny thoughts

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