Slut Diaries Revisited

Summer blooms by Summerhill Lane

Slut Diaries Revisited

Dear loved ones,

Good morning.  The weekend has arrived and for some this is a welcome break from a long work week, but for me it matters not because I usually work on the weekend too.  As it so happens I have today off (Saturday) although someone called me from work and asked me to come in, but I regretfully declined. Smiley face.

I have been thinking a lot about my past behaviour towards men.  What I mean specifically is my slutty behaviour.  I am not ashamed of myself.  It has been marvelous to just do as I please and see who I want and explore my sexuality.  All these things have been denied me my whole life so why not.  I didn’t expect to find the love of my life or a soulmate or a twin flame.  Hell, I didn’t know there was such a thing.

But I did find someone who rocked my world and shook me to my core and made me question my reality.  Was I going crazy?  Telepathy.  Astral sex. Someone pushing all my buttons so that I was a crying heap on the floor.  I also really must have sounded like a lunatic too confessing my undying love and devotion to a person I had just met.  I couldn’t hold back the feelings because I had been swept away with them.  The intensity, my god, was unbelievable. 

Lately I have been praying. Yes, imagine that. Here is how I usually start off. “Dear creator, higher self, angels, spirit guides, ancestors, family, friends, all those who will not harm me or cause harm through me, and only for the highest good, please hear my prayer.”

What have I been praying for?  This is a little embarrassing to share, but here goes:

Please God I have done everything and anything I could to show him that I love him.  I can’t continue pouring out my soul to him when it is not reciprocated.  Why did we even meet?  What was the point?

Dear Creator, please wrap your loving arms around him and support him and take care of him.  Let him be happy and successful and may he have a good life.  Help me to be silent now and leave him alone.   Amen.

Thank you for reading my post today.  I appreciate you all very much and I love you.  Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane

The following will be Slut Diaries Revisited for your amusement and reading pleasure.  Please skip if you are under 18, or if you do not like this sort of thing as not everyone does.  Sometimes I have this same opinion about reading erotica even the stuff I write. Smiley face.  

Slut Diaries #1

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 man child and momma’s boy:

She picked him out of a line up of men in the 45-65 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 was.

To be continued…….  

  #2.

Slut Diaries – part two

Warning explicit sexual language and content 18+

Imogen had to put her ass man in time out, not because of anything he had done wrong, well on second thought, he had done a few things she didn’t like.  He ignored her for days on end and also, he had started asking her for money.  Two big no nos.  Time to get another cock to liven things up.

Back to the line-up, the on-line line-up.  This place was getting to be very popular with her… one for one so far.

Beast and the face fucker

There he was Mr. Magnificent.  Tall, muscular, handsome, sexy, right age, right size, right sex, right everything it looked to her.  They sent text messages back and forth, steamy slutty messages (from both of them as he seemed like a real slut as well).  She didn’t understand how mere words, misspelled words at that, could elicit such emotion and passion from her and cause her cunt to drip and her body to tremble.  It was very unusual and she hadn’t even met him yet. 

He turned out to be a very hard guy to connect with as there always seemed to be something coming up at the last minute and it wasn’t his cock.  Finally, she caught a break in his pattern and they went right for the good stuff. There would be no wasting time on coffee with this dude since they had already had phone sex, text sex, and she had daydream sex and floating on a cloud sex.  She wanted him more than she wanted anyone in her entire life.  Why, she didn’t know.

He was into roll playing and he would be the master and she would be the slut whore cock cum sucker submissive sex toy, you name it but anything that is beneath and below him.  It all started with face fucking which was a very new experience but she thought this was what all sluts do so she was down for it.  Yes, she was on her knees anyway.  Pretty soon she was upside down and bent over backwards and her body was maneuvered in ways she didn’t think possible.  She found out that she was indeed very flexible and a perfect sex toy.  The experience was beyond beyond and her body hurt, her cunt hurt, her ass hurt, her neck hurt, her throat hurt, but she didn’t care about any of that because he was fabulous and she was a slut and a whore after all.  She sure wanted to see him again but maybe in a month or so when the swelling went down (just joking about the swelling). 

Back to the line-up.

To be continued…..

#3.

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? Ha ha.

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.

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

To be continued……

 #4.

Slut Diaries – part four

Warning sexual language and content 18+

Our tender-hearted slut Imogen took some time to herself after the last three men, it was not like she had just used them and then tossed them away, but maybe that is exactly what she had done.  Was she just a player, a slutty player?  All this self reflection was giving her a headache.  She just wanted to be free to enjoy her life and to enjoy those that came to her or she attracted or chased after.  What’s wrong with that? 

She wouldn’t think of this today, she would think of it tomorrow, just like Scarlett Ohara in Gone with the Wind.

Giving herself a good shove in the right direction she opened her computer and was back to strolling through the “beauties” presenting themselves for her inspection.  What a selection: dominates, Mr. & Mrs. (couple looking for a playmate for both), boy toys, men looking for a sugar momma (she had already found one of those), married but looking for fun on the side (of course no face photos just shirtless torsos and a little further down), no strings attached erotic play and of course the imposters and thieves looking to take advantage of naïve women of a certain age (and she had already made his acquaintance).    Finally, looking for friendship and more if the connection is good.  Maybe she should tone herself down a notch and stop sharing all her good stuff right off the bat.  Make him work for it a little. 

Mister too big to satisfy

He was lovely to look at, tall, put together nicely, well dressed, graceful in a manly way, black, an open and friendly face, large sensual lips (she started drooling when she saw his lips).  Imogen knew she had found a friend.  Her slut whore persona evaporated and there she stood innocent, naïve, lovely, kind and sincere, which was her everyday self.  It was a relief for her to just be the “real Imogen” and later introduce him to the cock cum sucking slut whore if their relationship went beyond the friend stage. 

True to just friends’ status, they hung together and went for lunches, breakfasts, dinners, movies, she helped him shop for shoes and jackets and he came with her to the art supply store.  It was a very nice arrangement and Imogen liked having a man as a friend who wasn’t her brother.  It surprised her that she wasn’t feeling the least bit sluttish towards him, her juices were still flowing but not for him.  He had other ideas about her though and wanted to move things up a notch towards that big bulge always noticeable in his pants.  Of course, Imogen had noticed the bulge, it was hard to miss.   

One day, I guess he had had enough of this friendship arrangement and asked her straight out, will you accept me, will you get down with me”.  It was an interesting way to ask her to fuck him, but the meaning was crystal clear. 

She brought him home with her one afternoon when her roommates were elsewhere, and they had all the privacy that was needed and necessary for the occasion.  He was nervous she could tell and she wasn’t.  Interested but not nervous. Let the action begin and let her finally see what he has hiding in those pants.  To her it seemed more funny than serious, but she didn’t laugh because, well, a slut doesn’t laugh, she moans.

He was out of his clothes and laying stretched out on her small bed before she had removed her tank top.  His cock took center stag, it was the largest cock she had ever seen in real life and it was in her bed wanting her to play with it.  No wonder he had a big bulge all the time, it was just him in a non aroused state.

He did nothing to warm her up, no kissing, no fondling, no biting, no sweet sexy words, nothing.  Maybe he thought the visual of his cock standing larger than life was all the foreplay needed and Imogen would just swoon and pierce herself on his manhood.  She would be pierced for sure and surely die from the injury.  She could tell that he was in a bad way and needed a release as his balls were rock hard and the skin on them was stretched tight.  Licking and sucking was a good option to start and she licked from the base to the crown in one continuous stroke imaging she was licking a foot-long ice-cream cone.  His pre-cum was quite delicious and it gave her incentive to keep going.   She got his balls wet with spit and put the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked (that is all that would fit). 

Baby, sorry but you are going to have to masturbate and cum on my cunt or on my tits or in my mouth. 

Imogen was not satisfied, stimulated and aroused but with no release.  He on the other hand came and came and came all over her body and some actually found its way into her mouth. Tasty.  He was happy and relaxed now the nervous tension gone and there he was again, her friend.

A kind hearted slut just helping out a friend.  Guess there is something to be said for that. 

The end.

Published by summerhilllane

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19 thoughts on “Slut Diaries Revisited

  1. It’s so hard when you have totally fallen for someone and they don’t seem to comprehend that you would do anything for them.

    I wrote a post about the man who inspired “Simon”, the perfect man (for me anyway) and how gutted I was that even though he was attracted to me, he did not seem willing to give up the polygamous ways he was enjoying. I called him a splendid hummingbird….wanting to wander from flower to flower. Sigh. Sob Sob.

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      1. You did for and struck a balance, I think it shows how much we feel shame on ourselves in self discovery and societal norms are engrained in us… You were pretty outgoing and brave.
        Always welcome ♥️

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