Slut-Admiration

I have always fallen for women the polite world calls sluts. Maybe the word is crude, but it matches the fever that took hold the day I watched Jan B make her cuckold drink another man’s cum straight from her pussy. She smiled, he swallowed, and my cock got harder than it had any right to be. Ever since, I measure desire by how brazenly a woman flaunts the power of her body.

There is nothing hotter than a woman who knows she is irresistible and wields that fact without apology. Some of them announce it; others dress the part of “respectable,” but the way they walk, the curve of their grin, always betrays them. I crave that unashamed energy because it mirrors what I wish I could be—unfiltered, indulgent, impossible to ignore.