Super Slut
I've never really thought of myself as a slut. Ok, I have a tendency to go all the way a little too quickly with the guys I date, but I'm working on fixing that problem. This lust for men is a bad addiction, and the only way I found that I could get some sort of a handle on it is to overdose myself. I know it sounds like a weird cure, but what I do is use the Adult Friend Finder dating service for swingers to meet about 4-5 different men a week for casual sex. Having that much sex allows me to sit back with a real date and not jump him the first chance I get. Often what I do is have a guy from Adult Friend Finder come over to my house about 2 hours before my real date arrives for the evening. Like last night, I had this older married man come by my pace at 4pm, knowing I was going out on a real first date with a nice young medical student at 6pm for dinner and a movie. The married guy showed up a little late, and when he got there I just let him in and told him to go sit on my futon. Then I pounced. He was real cute and without even talking to each other we started to rip out cloths off. Within moments of him arriving I was sucking his cock, and moments after that I was getting the shit fucked out of me by this guy that I had just met and let into my house. We tried several positions and humped for the better part of an hour before I looked up at the clock and realized that my real date would be there any moment. I told my fuck friend that my real date was coming soon and I sucked him off till he came in my mouth and all over my face. Then we cleaned up and just as my fuck-friend was leaving didn't my real date show up at the door. I panicked, as a medical student is a real nice catch for marrying material and I didn't want to scare him away. I took a stab in the dark and said goodbye, calling him my uncle and I think my real date bought it. The stranger left, and I went out for dinner and a movie with my real date. He put his arm around me at the movie and I pretended like it was a little too forward that soon, playing the game nicely not letting him know my real intentions. I only gave him a little peck of a kiss goodnight when he dropped me off at home. If only he knew what I had just done moments before he came to pick me up. Now he thinks I'm a good girl not knowing that I really lead a double life. I suppose what you could call me is a super-slut, much like a super hero that has the cover of a dull boring life. Now all I need is my own comic book, hehe.
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