Hello. I'm Barbara, I'm a 43 year old slut and proud of it. Not that I publish my name, phone and pictures, or engage in any of the misogynistic fantasies men seem to have - but I'm a mature woman who enjoys sex. On my terms, by the way. I think about it constantly. I am always ready for it. Some of my boy friends complain that I want sex more than they do. Well, too fucking bad for them! The good news is that if they aren't up for it, or able to get it up, I have a pretty long list of substitutes. And when I'm feeling adventurous, I know the clubs downtown where it's easiest to hook up and find a fuck buddy for the night.
Let's get something addressed right up front, okay? Just because I enjoy sex with whomever and whenever I want doesn't mean anything more than that. I'm not a hooker, a whore, or some subservient cunt you might find in a porno file. I'm a grown women who glories in getting physical. I don't get off on being spanked. I usually prefer to get my cum internally - although, as you will see, I'm not opposed to bukkake. I don't hold with societal standards; I don't pay attention to what others might think of me. If they are surprised by my behavior, then that's on them. Mostly that goes for women, since too many have been conditioned to a very limiting view of female sexuality.
I don't hide myself from sex - I don't give it away, either. My body isn't something to hide from others - it's a temple and I love when they worship it! I don't hold that having and enjoying sex of all sorts means anything about who I am as a person. My entry into "that imaginary land that is supposed to exist after we die" isn't dependent on whether or not I used my body for pleasure for just one man or many - like I said, it's imaginary anyway! And if it's an actual place, spreading love is more likely to gain me entry than spreading gossip, hate, or hoarding my money. I live my life for now - not in fear of some imaginary future.
One of the things that might actually gain me entry into whatever glory land there may be is the work I do with younger women to free them up from the oppression of our culture. No, I don't go on a campaign to turn them into nymphomaniacs (as if they actually existed - but that's another issue for another time) - I just work with them to sort out the mythology they've had thrown at them from the reality of being a healthy, self-expressed sexual woman. They no longer live in fear of being called names by strangers (mostly men, as you can imagine), and some of them have come up with some great comebacks that have left those men speechless. We're actually working on a book of Snappy Comebacks To Sexual Insults. The working subtitle is "shut them up in ten words or less". Again, something for another time.
This, after all, is Literotica, and for the most part, what you find here is mostly designed to arouse the reader and provide good masturbation material. That is, after all, why I started coming to this site, and it's what keeps me going to the search feature and exploring. I mean, come on - some folks have not only got wild imaginations, but they write it and it gets me wet. My guy friends and I have been known to compare the stuff they like with what I like. To tell you the truth, if the writing's good, I can get off on all kinds of sex stories! Can't you?
So, let's see. What can I tell you about life as a slut that will get you off, and at the same time not degrade myself or anyone else? Maybe I can just share some of my favorite escapades. After all, we are aiming for a very visceral result (a hard cock or a wet 'pussy that leads to orgasms) and not a philosophical resolution of man's inhumanity to man. Right?
I'd love to tell you all about how I discovered the world of sex, including my body and men's bodies, but unfortunately, you'll have to use your imagination since I started when I was waaay below the age of consent. As in, I never heard the term. Let alone knew what it meant until long after I was not only consenting but I was inviting! And Literotica won't deal with that. So you'll either have to email me and beg me, or buy the book I think I ought to write about growing up with sex in America.
Given that, then let me tell you about my eighteenth birthday party, because it still gets me wet to think about it - let alone talk about it! One thing that deserves to be said here concerns my parents. They were extraordinarily special people. Way ahead of their time, and very free thinkers. I was six when Mom first mentioned orgasms - and then explained them when I asked her what they were. As for Dad, well, after my period party (we celebrate in our family when a woman gets her first), he sat down with me and began a long conversation - long, as in it was still going on when he died thirty years later - about boys, men, cocks, sex, love, pleasure, bodies. He and Mom set the stage for my attitudes. My point? That party wasn't a "secret" thing, where it was about doing things and hiding them from others. Especially from my parents.
No, my folks made sure that every person who showed up knew that there were rules. Like, if you don't want your parents to know, then you have to be on your best behavior. Get out of line - as in, don't take no for an answer, or get abusive - and your folks would find out very quickly. After that, they made sure everyone knew their way about the house, and they all knew that the bowls in every room that were filled with condoms (!) were to be used. Then they said "have fun" and left for the weekend!
My friends almost shit their pants when the door closed! They were amazed and jealous - my folks were not only okay with me having sex, they were fine about letting anyone have sex in their home when they weren't there! I became somewhat of a celebrity after that. And a very sexually satisfied hostess as well.
"Okay, everyone. Those of you who are shocked - get over it! They know that at least some of us - most especially their daughter - are going to have sex tonight. Since sex is a good thing in our house, they are trusting us all to behave in such a way that the outside world doesn't come running. No drunks! No drugs! And before you start moaning and groaning, let me remind you of something." I reached behind me and pulled the zipper down on my dress. It fell to the floor, revealing my 38d boobs with their big nipples, as well as my shaved pussy and my ass.
"Sex is a better high than any drug! Now, which of you men has the biggest dick? I want to see it!" I dropped to my knees and waited.
That brought cheers and laughter. And a flurry of movement as clothes came off throughout the place. Soon I was joined on the floor with a line of girls, all of us on our knees, naked, and in a couple of cases, horny enough to be playing with either their puss or their boobs.
Facing us, equally naked but in varying states of erection, were the young men who were attending. (Everyone was over 18, but some of them were in their twenties.)
"Here's how this works. Men, when you get to me, I'm going to actually measure you. And write it down. Then all of us here will forever know what size dick you have and end the mystery, okay? Now, along the way, my sisters are here to perform other forms of evaluation. From there, we will then confer and determine the first of tonight's awards."
"Awards?" "What?" and more were the murmurs from the room. But at the same time, all the dicks seemed to have deflated a bit. So I changed plans. Just a little.
"Check that. Since what I said seems to have a rather deflating affect on some of you, in order to make sure I measure at the longest point, you men will FIRST go down the line and get to me last. You must control yourselves until the very end. After I complete my measure, I want you to come on me. I want to be covered in everyone's cum to start off the night. Until I get my first cock, I will call out the time to change. Eventually, when I get busy, I'll use my phone timer to make a sound once a minute so you know to change."
So we had 6 women, naked and on their knees, starting with Hettie, a tiny woman of Middle Eastern descent - and a disproportionately large set of tits. Large, firm and ending in dark areolae and nipples the size of a pencil eraser - I was very jealous. And, of course, they seemed even bigger due to her small size.
