Slut

The Joy of......


I think I'm going to write more joyful posts.....

The Joy of being Poly.....
The Joy of being a Slut...
The Joy of being a slave...
The Joy of......whatever is making me happy that day. 

I love this idea. 

For today.....i have 2. 

The Joy of being Poly and the joy of being a slut....pokemon. 

How can I write about the Joy of being poly and the joy of being a slut and the story be focused around Pokemon? Simple. The boyfriend. 

We couldn't meet on our usual Wednesday night because his wife had just gotten back from a trip and he wanted to spend time with her. So, we went out last night instead. We talked and talked about past relationships. He let me talk about the old boyfriend that I just came across again recently. 

And then we went out pokemon hunting. Oddly enough, this is something that I don't share with my husband. He tried it for an hour or so and just didn't get into it. Whereas, I love it and got the boyfriends wife to play and between the two of us, got him interested in playing. So, now we have something we share. So, after dinner, it was off to go hunting. A Joy of Poly. 

Before we left the restaraunt, I made sure to take off my panties. Just in case he was feeling frisky. Needless to say, I was wearing a skirt. It wouldn't make sense to take off panties if I was wearing pants. 

We also talked about what it was like to be a slut. He talked about his slutty past. I talked about my slutty past, which didn't match his for number of partners. Though I've had more kinky encounters. 

So, pokemon hunting in the dark. Downtown of a small town where we had met for dinner. Lots of people. Lots of dark places. After putting a hand on my ass, he realized what I had done to prepare for this time together. He smiled. Not once, not twice, not three times; he gave me the opportunity to push my slutty boundaries. He was great at making sure no one was around, and I could have always said no. But, I liked the feeling of my heart racing, my breath coming out as panting, him taking charge, and him protecting me and us. I was thinking clearly for the most part and made the choice each time to follow through with what he asked. And it was fucking hot! I'm so glad I didn't chicken out. The Joy of being a Slut. 



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I am a slut. What does that mean?

What does being a ‘slut’ mean to me?
 
This is a hard one ….or so I think.
 
It shouldn’t be hard. This is a word/label that I’ve identified as for a very long time. Well, since being with Dan and embracing my sexuality. And that’s what it means to me, embracing my sexuality and being comfortable in my skin. Liking sex. Liking sexual energy. Not feeling shame or guild about my sexuality.
I also believe you can be slutty and not have a partner. I can be slutty with myself…and I usually am.
 
But, I talked with a girl over the weekend from Chicago….someone we have met before, and she self-identifies as a slut. When she described what it meant to her, she used a lot of the same philosophy, but she also threw in the word, ‘quickly’. She ‘quickly’ decides if she wants to have sex with someone, and then does. Dan and I looked at each other across the table and both agreed that even though we self-identify as ‘sluts’, neither of us are quick about it.
 
I love sex. I love most things to do with sex. I embrace the fact that I’m a sexual being. I love sex with different people. A lot of my life is about sex; presentations, workshops, intensives, podcasts, kinkstarter cards, books, etc. Yet, I’m not quick at all. I won’t just fuck anyone. There are many times that I wish I was much quicker with wanting to fuck someone. But, so far that isn’t my track record.
 
After talking to her, I actually found that I was turned off by how quick she says she can decide and follow through with fucking someone. There was a guy at the dinner that she was making plans with for that evening. They had just met. I just don’t work that fast. I love sex, but need to get to know the person first, unless it’s someone that Dan has set me up with.
 
Huh, actually, I take that back. I have met someone before online, gone out to dinner and taken to a hotel room right away. Freaked him out and then he couldn’t perform. He left really quick. So, the one time I decided to follow through with it, it still didn’t happen.
 

So, yes, I self-identify as a slut. I don’t have many sexual hang-ups and I feel sex is a very important part of my life. If I have an issue with how fast I work at hooking up with someone, I just need to work on that. I’m flirting with someone now, and we’ve been on 2 dates with the express purpose of hooking up. I still haven’t put it together. I need to get moving on that, while he’s still willing. 
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