It would come as no surprise to anyone who knew me once upon I time, that I am a slut... Probably a whore, although I suppose whores take money, I always gave it away for free, which maybe makes me more of one because I don't charge?
But I digress, I am not here to debate the merits of whether I am one or the other (or both!). But I changed. I grew up, got married, had a family and changed my slutty ways.
By and large, people in my world think of me as the neighbourhood soccer Mom. I don't have a minivan (and my kids don't actually play soccer) but I am the mom who volunteers at the school, the mom who makes the homemade birthday cakes and plans elaborate holiday celebrations. The mom all the moms hate and the mom all the kids wish they had.
But I have a secret.
Maybe this PTA Mom isn't all sugar and spice... Well, maybe a bit of spice.
When I am left alone, without someone to keep me in line, I have a propensity to find trouble. I like to think trouble finds me but I seek out trouble, like a cougar stalks its prey, I lurk in shadow, waiting and searching out just the right meal.
I stalk chat rooms. Not often saying much but I'm there, watching, waiting, for the right person, the right moment. It starts with a quip, a funny remark that usually gains attention. I can be very quick and moderately calculating and before I know it, I'm getting private messages.
Which is what I want. I act innocent, demure but typically, most see through my façade and start making demands of me. And I am all too eager to obey... This one was out of nowhere. I still have no idea where he found me. It was DM that just showed up, no context, no previously message.
Him: Hey
Me: Hey.
Him: What are you doing?
I like to give a smart ass answers but this guy sent me a picture of himself, with clothes. The second was a picture of him showing his muscles, which he captions "Me taking a shit". Which cracked me up and turned me off. So in typical whore fashion, I pursued.
Me: Touching myself (I wasn't)
Him: Woah. Really? That's hot. Can I see a picture?
I send him one. Mostly tits, obscured face.
The next 20 minutes were exchanges of me sending and telling him what I was doing to myself. He gave the odd suggestion, things he wanted to see me do. I sent it all. And then he vanished. Stopped answering me. I figure he got off and walked out. Whatever. Loser... Onto bigger and better. Back into the chat rooms...
Him2 was the only other person in the room (it was late). Beggars can't be choosers. It started out more typical of my usual exchanges...
Him2: So let me see your naked body, slut.
Obediently, I send a naked picture. Sometimes it is a fresh new one, sometimes, it's one I've taken before.
Him2: I see you're a BBW, that's fine, embrace it.
Me: Oh, I have no issues with my body. I suck like a whore and fuck like a slut. Men have always wanted me because of it. That sounds egotistical but I'm a whore and I'm easy. I'm pretty too so men like that in a girl (women too).
Him2: Are you wet?
Me: Well, I am a whore so we both know I'm wet.
On occasion, my candor surprises even me.
I find it interesting how often I am not asked anything about who I am or what I seek. I suppose it proves a few theories I've had over the years. It also lends to the fact that online; anyone can be your everything. The anonymity is intoxicating. It goes both ways, sometimes through profile pictures, I have an idea. More often than not, their profile pictures are a series of cock shots. I can share with great certainty, cock shots do nothing for me, unless you have a truly spectacular penis.
Very few men do.
However, that never deters my inner whore. She'll adapt, she'll create a narrative that fits what I happen to need at that moment. This particular night, it was the need to be used, degraded and discarded by several different men simultaneously. See? I said I could make my own kind of trouble.
Conversation three sort of took me by surprise. We'd been bantering back and forth in a room. He was local - usually my targets are safely out of range. That way I stay virtuous. I was surprised to get the DM from him. He had shared a sound only video of his partner orgasming.
