A change in direction.
I have a fascination with, and an appreciation for, the slut. Particularly the self aware feminist version who has given her promiscuity and sexuality a degree of thought that goes beyond the negative connotations. In part, because I find the self aware feminist slut attractive, I can safely say that they find me attractive. We tend to like people who like us, after all.
As a threshold issue, I'd like to pontificate on the word itself, and the connotations associated with it. Slut is, by commonly held measures, a derogatory label. Sexual promiscuity is generally frowned upon for women. The matter is well considered, commonly discussed and frequently derided. It's also not what I'm talking about in this little series of mine. I think it sufficient to say that I do not view sexual promiscuity in women as a negative, but I do understand that the negative connotations of being a slut are frequently part of, well, being a slut. In some instances the slut enjoys the negative connotations. There is an erotic pleasure in rebellion, in being dirty, naughty or..slutty. It's not infrequently part of the slut's thrill. Often, the negativity is part of the guilty pleasure.
Despite that fact that I have known more than a few woman who fall into the slut category of my particular interest, the slut is not really susceptible to gross generalization. Neither have I noticed any specific commonalities, other than the obvious - A woman who fucks a lot with numerous partners. Many years ago a slut I was involved in explained that her behavior was the result of “a hungry pussy.” In subsequent conversations, other sluts I've been involved with readily agree that they, too, have a hungry pussy. Body part conflated with libido and discussed almost in the 3rd person. Frequently sluts I've known claim that they often couldn't help themselves. Their desires were simply too much for them to control. They'll discus fucking someone they didn't want to fuck because “I couldn't control my pussy.” An interesting commonality, it seems to me.
What is not agreed upon is what that hungry pussy is hungry for. It's not, in my view, merely the obvious. The hungry pussy's need for a stiff sausage seems to be just one small serving for a hungry pussy's truly balanced meal (feel free to insert kudos for this metaphor in the comment section). In this, my first entry in many years, I will share in discursive fashion, my thoughts on sluts and the hungry pussy. Some are my own. Most were shared by sluts in my life. How do I know these things? Simple...I ask. I should also say that quotes are not necessarily exact, but close enough to capture the truth of the comments.
I have no idea how many women are tempted by rampant sexuality, but it seems that only a small percentage really act on it and embrace it. I'm further fascinated by the odd mix of sex positive thought with the sexual thrill that comes from doing “shameful” things. A few of my favorite sluts were frequently motivated by the the thrill that comes from being secretly naughty, and not getting caught. Getting “away with it” while appearing innocent to their parents, boyfriends, friends, or general community. The woman from whom I borrow the phrase hungry pussy fell into this category. She's also a perfect example of how omnivorous the hungry pussy can be. Her ravenous pussy fed on being naughty, giving pleasure and getting pleasure. She used sex to connect and control as much as she used it for pleasure. Like many sluts she became sexually active earlier than her peers. In her case, at age 14 with a classmate who lived down the block. They were childhood friends and she talked him into “letting” her give him a blow job.
She'd only done it once before. With an older boy during the previous summer vacation. She gave him a hand job at his insistence. Fascinated, the next day she sucked his cock briefly, but was too “afraid” to swallow and brought him to completion with her hand once again. Curious about what she missed, she talked her friend into “letting” her do it. It took a few days before he finally consented. He pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees sat on the edge of her bed, her stuffed animals still in abundance. She knelt in front of him (an awkward position it seems to me), and sucked his cock as “best I could. I was kinda nervous”. He didn't last long, of course, and barely gave her enough time to actually suck cock before he “sighed and came” in her mouth. She swallowed it all and said she “felt powerful” when he came for her. In a not uncommon twist, he only grabbed her head after he came, to still her movements because he was sensitive. They composed themselves quickly, both somewhat embarrassed. He turned away from her to pull up his pants, and left before her parents got home. She told me about the thrill she felt at dinner with her parents that night, knowing that she's had a cock in her mouth and his cum was in her stomach, She squirmed in her seat because she was “so horny from getting away with it.” That night she masturbated herself to orgasm “more times” than she could count. The next day she and her friend both rushed home from the bus stop so she could do it again.
The thrill of sucking cock wasn't enough to satisfy her hungry pussy for very long, but please keep the connection in mind. For now, just consider that after about a week of sucking cock afters school she was talking him into sex. Prior insertions included a the narrow end of a beer bottle, hair brush handle and the occasional carrot - “just to see what it was like. It didn't really feel good,” she said.
Now she wanted cock. He was resistant. She persisted. Eventually she got cock, and in full scale tribute to failed sex education. On the floor of her bedroom. He was on top, she helped him inside of her with little discomfort, and after a few pumps he came inside of her - entirely unprotected. After he left, she masturbated using the slickness of his cum, and was afraid her mother would see that she was flushed, or smell the sex in the room. The fear thrilled her even more.
Her motivations at this point were relatively simple. She was curious and thrill seeking. If her motivation had been sexual pleasure she could have just masturbated, but her pussy wasn't hungry for mere orgasm. It's also of interest that she wasn't talked into sex by a horny boy as many girls are - giving into sex as much as experiencing for their own part. She was in control, though in later years she would explore submissive sexuality.
One can only wonder at why our shared sex drive develops so differently among us. No doubt the biological desire to breed is a compelling force in sexuality, but obviously not the sole force. It's also a force that is kept in check by social taboos and personal fears. Going to hell, getting pregnant, catching something. The slut no doubt confronts a hodge podge of fears before overcoming them. I don't have an particular insight into this. I'm merely aware that fears are overcome.....so back to the slut.
They repeated their risky behavior on a daily basis for the next several months. His quick pump and dump turned into longer and better fucking. Different positions. Better sex. She enjoyed fucking, but it didn't make her cum. The pleasure she derived from fucking him wasn't from her orgasm. Her hungry pussy was fed, in large part, by his orgasm. Sometimes, if they missed a day, he'd “still be fast.” She liked that, she confessed. It gave her a sense of power. The same power she felt sucking cock.
She also said it was a “miracle” she didn't get pregnant. Miracle indeed. After several months of fucking unprotected she managed to acquire the birth control pill because she convinced her mother that her cramps were painful. Personally, I think it's more likely that her mother managed to let her think that's why she was on the pill, but that's another digression. She still thrilled at squirming in her chair at dinner with mom and dad, slick with cum, and now free of pregnancy fears.
She didn't get pregnant, but a slut was soon to be born. She continued fucking her friend down the block until prom time, and she acquired a boyfriend. An eligible for prom junior who fucked her in the back seat of his car on Friday and Saturday night dates. At first, she cut off the friend from down the block. He, of course, was jealous and hurt and almost certainly missing his daily fuck. Their friendship of many years was in jeopardy. One day, hanging out after school, knowing he was hurt and angry, she “felt sorry for him,” and her pussy was hungry from missing its daily fuck. So....she “let him” fuck her. It had been a few weeks, and he was desperate, and grateful, and fast, and she liked it. It made her feel powerful.
And it made her feel powerful the next day, and the next. Then it was Friday, and she had a date, and she didn't want to hurt her friend from down the block. She thought about just sucking his cock, but the idea of fucking them both excited her, so she fucked them both. The boy from down the block after school, and her date a few hours later in the back seat of his car. And it excited her. She loved the thrill of the secret, and of being secretly slutty. At a certain point, the friend down the block got a girlfriend of his own. Sex was infrequent. Once at a party they hooked up in a bathroom. The boyfriend was suspicious. Fight. Break up. A few hook ups. A few boyfriends. Soon enough high school was over and college began. By the end of college she's fucked “over 50” guys, one girl, and most of them behind a boyfriend's back. Two boyfriends, really. Some of her “cheating” happened with 1 night stands. Others were regular. White, not from the South, but going to school in the South she developed a fetish for black men, in part because she knew her mother would disapprove.
She was 24 when we met. We fucked, she “cheated”, we moved on. She was neither my first slut, nor my last. She was, however, the slut that gave me my current perspective and understanding. For those keeping track at home, I'm going to code this (intended) series of posts as I relate stories about these women. The lady just discussed shall be Elise. The next, who was my first, I'll call Emma. I don't now much about Emma. We never discussed her sluttiness. All I can do is relate first hand accounts, and rumours that went around school. So next up.....Emma, an unlikely fuck in my senior year in High School.
As a threshold issue, I'd like to pontificate on the word itself, and the connotations associated with it. Slut is, by commonly held measures, a derogatory label. Sexual promiscuity is generally frowned upon for women. The matter is well considered, commonly discussed and frequently derided. It's also not what I'm talking about in this little series of mine. I think it sufficient to say that I do not view sexual promiscuity in women as a negative, but I do understand that the negative connotations of being a slut are frequently part of, well, being a slut. In some instances the slut enjoys the negative connotations. There is an erotic pleasure in rebellion, in being dirty, naughty or..slutty. It's not infrequently part of the slut's thrill. Often, the negativity is part of the guilty pleasure.
Despite that fact that I have known more than a few woman who fall into the slut category of my particular interest, the slut is not really susceptible to gross generalization. Neither have I noticed any specific commonalities, other than the obvious - A woman who fucks a lot with numerous partners. Many years ago a slut I was involved in explained that her behavior was the result of “a hungry pussy.” In subsequent conversations, other sluts I've been involved with readily agree that they, too, have a hungry pussy. Body part conflated with libido and discussed almost in the 3rd person. Frequently sluts I've known claim that they often couldn't help themselves. Their desires were simply too much for them to control. They'll discus fucking someone they didn't want to fuck because “I couldn't control my pussy.” An interesting commonality, it seems to me.
What is not agreed upon is what that hungry pussy is hungry for. It's not, in my view, merely the obvious. The hungry pussy's need for a stiff sausage seems to be just one small serving for a hungry pussy's truly balanced meal (feel free to insert kudos for this metaphor in the comment section). In this, my first entry in many years, I will share in discursive fashion, my thoughts on sluts and the hungry pussy. Some are my own. Most were shared by sluts in my life. How do I know these things? Simple...I ask. I should also say that quotes are not necessarily exact, but close enough to capture the truth of the comments.
I have no idea how many women are tempted by rampant sexuality, but it seems that only a small percentage really act on it and embrace it. I'm further fascinated by the odd mix of sex positive thought with the sexual thrill that comes from doing “shameful” things. A few of my favorite sluts were frequently motivated by the the thrill that comes from being secretly naughty, and not getting caught. Getting “away with it” while appearing innocent to their parents, boyfriends, friends, or general community. The woman from whom I borrow the phrase hungry pussy fell into this category. She's also a perfect example of how omnivorous the hungry pussy can be. Her ravenous pussy fed on being naughty, giving pleasure and getting pleasure. She used sex to connect and control as much as she used it for pleasure. Like many sluts she became sexually active earlier than her peers. In her case, at age 14 with a classmate who lived down the block. They were childhood friends and she talked him into “letting” her give him a blow job.
She'd only done it once before. With an older boy during the previous summer vacation. She gave him a hand job at his insistence. Fascinated, the next day she sucked his cock briefly, but was too “afraid” to swallow and brought him to completion with her hand once again. Curious about what she missed, she talked her friend into “letting” her do it. It took a few days before he finally consented. He pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees sat on the edge of her bed, her stuffed animals still in abundance. She knelt in front of him (an awkward position it seems to me), and sucked his cock as “best I could. I was kinda nervous”. He didn't last long, of course, and barely gave her enough time to actually suck cock before he “sighed and came” in her mouth. She swallowed it all and said she “felt powerful” when he came for her. In a not uncommon twist, he only grabbed her head after he came, to still her movements because he was sensitive. They composed themselves quickly, both somewhat embarrassed. He turned away from her to pull up his pants, and left before her parents got home. She told me about the thrill she felt at dinner with her parents that night, knowing that she's had a cock in her mouth and his cum was in her stomach, She squirmed in her seat because she was “so horny from getting away with it.” That night she masturbated herself to orgasm “more times” than she could count. The next day she and her friend both rushed home from the bus stop so she could do it again.
The thrill of sucking cock wasn't enough to satisfy her hungry pussy for very long, but please keep the connection in mind. For now, just consider that after about a week of sucking cock afters school she was talking him into sex. Prior insertions included a the narrow end of a beer bottle, hair brush handle and the occasional carrot - “just to see what it was like. It didn't really feel good,” she said.
Now she wanted cock. He was resistant. She persisted. Eventually she got cock, and in full scale tribute to failed sex education. On the floor of her bedroom. He was on top, she helped him inside of her with little discomfort, and after a few pumps he came inside of her - entirely unprotected. After he left, she masturbated using the slickness of his cum, and was afraid her mother would see that she was flushed, or smell the sex in the room. The fear thrilled her even more.
Her motivations at this point were relatively simple. She was curious and thrill seeking. If her motivation had been sexual pleasure she could have just masturbated, but her pussy wasn't hungry for mere orgasm. It's also of interest that she wasn't talked into sex by a horny boy as many girls are - giving into sex as much as experiencing for their own part. She was in control, though in later years she would explore submissive sexuality.
One can only wonder at why our shared sex drive develops so differently among us. No doubt the biological desire to breed is a compelling force in sexuality, but obviously not the sole force. It's also a force that is kept in check by social taboos and personal fears. Going to hell, getting pregnant, catching something. The slut no doubt confronts a hodge podge of fears before overcoming them. I don't have an particular insight into this. I'm merely aware that fears are overcome.....so back to the slut.
They repeated their risky behavior on a daily basis for the next several months. His quick pump and dump turned into longer and better fucking. Different positions. Better sex. She enjoyed fucking, but it didn't make her cum. The pleasure she derived from fucking him wasn't from her orgasm. Her hungry pussy was fed, in large part, by his orgasm. Sometimes, if they missed a day, he'd “still be fast.” She liked that, she confessed. It gave her a sense of power. The same power she felt sucking cock.
She also said it was a “miracle” she didn't get pregnant. Miracle indeed. After several months of fucking unprotected she managed to acquire the birth control pill because she convinced her mother that her cramps were painful. Personally, I think it's more likely that her mother managed to let her think that's why she was on the pill, but that's another digression. She still thrilled at squirming in her chair at dinner with mom and dad, slick with cum, and now free of pregnancy fears.
She didn't get pregnant, but a slut was soon to be born. She continued fucking her friend down the block until prom time, and she acquired a boyfriend. An eligible for prom junior who fucked her in the back seat of his car on Friday and Saturday night dates. At first, she cut off the friend from down the block. He, of course, was jealous and hurt and almost certainly missing his daily fuck. Their friendship of many years was in jeopardy. One day, hanging out after school, knowing he was hurt and angry, she “felt sorry for him,” and her pussy was hungry from missing its daily fuck. So....she “let him” fuck her. It had been a few weeks, and he was desperate, and grateful, and fast, and she liked it. It made her feel powerful.
And it made her feel powerful the next day, and the next. Then it was Friday, and she had a date, and she didn't want to hurt her friend from down the block. She thought about just sucking his cock, but the idea of fucking them both excited her, so she fucked them both. The boy from down the block after school, and her date a few hours later in the back seat of his car. And it excited her. She loved the thrill of the secret, and of being secretly slutty. At a certain point, the friend down the block got a girlfriend of his own. Sex was infrequent. Once at a party they hooked up in a bathroom. The boyfriend was suspicious. Fight. Break up. A few hook ups. A few boyfriends. Soon enough high school was over and college began. By the end of college she's fucked “over 50” guys, one girl, and most of them behind a boyfriend's back. Two boyfriends, really. Some of her “cheating” happened with 1 night stands. Others were regular. White, not from the South, but going to school in the South she developed a fetish for black men, in part because she knew her mother would disapprove.
She was 24 when we met. We fucked, she “cheated”, we moved on. She was neither my first slut, nor my last. She was, however, the slut that gave me my current perspective and understanding. For those keeping track at home, I'm going to code this (intended) series of posts as I relate stories about these women. The lady just discussed shall be Elise. The next, who was my first, I'll call Emma. I don't now much about Emma. We never discussed her sluttiness. All I can do is relate first hand accounts, and rumours that went around school. So next up.....Emma, an unlikely fuck in my senior year in High School.