Why am I such a nasty slut?

That’s a fine question, innit?

Part of the appeal of being used as a #slut comes from the knowledge that most often I am the other woman. I really seem to get off knowing that I’m no more than a dirty secret with highly appealing holes, a particular sexual skill set, and few limits (with the right guy). Some of us know our role in life, though not all accept it. Since I am really bad at having a boyfriend, I know that my role is the role of the slut. I can do that standing on my head – and I have – but doing relationshippy stuff? Nope, that is not my thing. I find it puzzling because I don’t know what the point is of a relationship. I don’t want to get married or have kids, so why bother with the relationship stuff? I don’t need a man to support me financially. Just give me that fat dick. I truly am better on my own.

keep-calm-get-dick

Most often, when I initiate contact with PG, I do so on a Sunday, practically guaranteeing that he’ll be with his girl. It is a sublime high to know that he is with her and that I have piqued his interest enough to text me back even though they are together. I know for certain that he once texted me (he initiated contact this particular time) while he was in the bathtub and she was sitting on the bathroom floor next to him with his dog. I know this because I saw a post on his Instagram showing me exactly that at practically the exact same time he texted me. I guess my secretness is part of my appeal to him, no?

I need to make it clear (again) that I have no intention of making trouble for their relationship. This is something that I cannot stress enough. I just want to fuck him and his Majestic Peen™ for as long as circumstances permit. Yes, we’ve both said (texted, too) to one another on numerous occasions (in person and on the phone) that we will fuck one another “forever” as long as I promise not to make any trouble for him and his girl. Despite that promise, however, I know that “forever” is just something that one says. There is no such thing as forever and once they move in together and he wifes her up, that’ll be the death knell of my time with PG. That will be a miserable time and for me, it will be worse than a break-up with a boyfriend.

I have said it before, but losing a sexual partner with whom you’re so deeply connected is beyond difficult. It is so rare to find someone who is your sexual equal…someone who does not judge you for the sickest fantasies that you share…someone with whom you have no limits. PG knew of my extreme slutdom from our first conversation and that didn’t make him turn away as it does with many men. He was not intimidated by me at all. That is hot as fuck, frankly. What I’ll have to do to get through losing Plane Guy will be to convince myself that he’ll be back – eventually. Delusional slut, party of one? That is why every single time I fuck him, I give it my all because each time could be the last time. I mean, I do that with every guy I fuck, TBH.

Ugh. Enough.

I’m off to Vegas (#AriaSkySuites) on Wednesday and will see Man Bun on Wednesday evening. Master is visiting on Friday. Thursday is my day of rest – unless, that is, I find a quick hookup with a Tinder dude (seems unlikely given my Tinder experience two weeks ago) or a random guy that I stumble upon there. We’ll see whether Eros comes through for me on this trip!

…and always remember: Ho is life, y’all!

Sluttily yours,
Honeytoes
#notesfromaslut #honeytoes #hoislife

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s