Prologue
Whoredom is usually defined as illicit sexual indulgence; prostitution, fornication, adultery. A deviation from acceptable religious practice. In a literal, physical sense, whoredom is making oneself available for affairs with many partners...Jezebel, "the ancient whore" became known for depravity and her "wickedness" has been portrayed in sermons, songs, movies, and prose. As such she epitomized the most sinful of women.
Since the genesis of society, female sexuality has been demonized and policed by men and women alike. Both repression and expression of female sexuality negatively categorize women in ways that are used to oppress them. Yet another iteration of this policing is the Madonna--whore complex, which is painfully evident in American society and abroad.
To men, the Madonna is the only type of woman who is worthy of respect and romantic pursuit. Even if a woman who was once regarded as a Madonna begins to express sexuality, she becomes degraded and is moved to the category of whore. When women are considered sluts for wanting sex and men are simply considered normal for the same desires, there's something very wrong with that picture.
Whoredom beckons
This story, indeed, part of a memoir is about a prominent, respectable, sophisticated GILF's experiences in whoredom. The romance in this memoir is unapologetic. This is about advocacy. It's about choice. With wit, insight, and honesty. Camilla Essex takes us behind the scenes of her journey into the sexual world of whoredom, along with the thrills and revelations. Her story is mind-blowing and, revealing because it's real.
I am Camilla Essex, I am 54 years old but look and feel like 40. I have a gorgeous mane of silvery hair, that makes me look distinguished, elegant; a shapely well-toned womanly body, round bubble ass nice breasts and hazel eyes. My resemblance to my late English mother is truly uncanny. I am separated from my husband and, I'm a well-known liberal public figure. I'm very outspoken on social issues. I had been mostly celibate since my husband abandoned me. But as my close friend Lynda always said:
"If you wanna be a virgin or celibate, you are welcome. But if you wanna be a whore, it's your fucking right to be so." Lynda is a foremost advocate of unfettered sexuality for women. She encouraged me to engage in real sex talk, to use four-letter words like fuck dick, cock, shit, suck and cunt.
Indeed, it has always been my fantasy to become a whore, at least for a spell...Women fantasize about sex. Probably more than you realize. In fact, a lot more than you realize. And what they're fantasizing about may shock you. Sexual fantasies, of course, are a normal part of life. In our minds, we can engage in risky behavior without consequences and indulge our inner freak without judgment...One of my major fantasies is not only to explore the sacred domain of whoredom, but also to reclaim it for myself and the sisterhood, then go public with my story.
Lynda who is also 54 years old, is a very worldly single woman with a touch of foreignness. A passionate, radical feminist, bisexual, tough, with good breeding... She is a new woman, fervid, luxuriously obscene, rotten with decadence. And very happy. She is much more experienced sexually than I am. Everything about her is so poignant...Lynda claims to be addicted to Black dick. To the massive dick experience.
"I feel overwhelmed with desire when I see such dicks jut out proudly at me, throbbing and bulging with huge veins so beautiful I want to cry for want of it, my cunt aching like a bruise. And by the way, I have a well-used and very happy cunt that needs attention constantly." She confided.
"When my hand wraps around a massive cock, and my fingertips can only just barely touch, my pussy pulses and my heart quickens. I cannot help my physical response to a massive cock on a super stud who can fuck for hours -- I simply cannot -- and it feels good, oh so good. Just the response, and I'm not even talking about how it feels in my cunt, the awesome tight fucking grip; the hardness, thickness, all 12 or more inches, balls deep in my cunt."
"The Mandingo-male fantasy, is the refrain among white women. The black monster phallus of Osiris, the ancient Black Egyptian God, is what some of us worship," she said with equanimity...I was totally sold. By Jove, she never told me all that stuff before.
Lynda started me off on my odyssey by connecting me with a Black lady in her late forties called Sonia, who runs a stud and escort service...Apparently, Lynda is a client of hers. Three days later after much anticipation, Sonia sent a young, big muscular man called Jax the Cannon over. He seemed to be half my age. His very good looks, suave and urbane manner melted me and my arousal became intensified; my panties flooded with juice...After a few drinks and a joint, Jax undressed for me, and let me fondle his cock. His erect dick looked like a log and felt like granite.!
"OMG will that fit my cunt?" I gasped.
"Trust me it will dear lady, your pussy can expand enough to swallow a whole locomotive" chuckled Jax the Cannon, stroking my dripping pussy.
"Hey, I'm just checking since my cunt is on the small side," I said.