July 1:Sluttiest Day Ever

It happened.  The sluttiest day in the history of my life.  Mark your calendars.  Here's how it went down:


Let me give you a little history between me and my history making man.  This young man and I exchange glances every time we see one another.  He's a "regular" at work.  I wanted him and I could tell he wanted me to.  Our comments and conversations were getting more and more flirtatious with each passing day.  He said he wanted to hang out.  I didn't want to hang out, but I wanted to fuck.  I think they meant the same thing.  So when the opportunity presented itself, I gave him my number.  I was so nervous, I was shaking.  I couldn't speak.  He gave me a knowing smile and within' minutes he was texting.  I learned his name.  Within 2 hours I would see him naked.

He came over after work for a quickie.  He walked in and we kissed.  We got to know each other a little between the kissing and stripping.  We screwed.  It was hot, both literally and figuratively.  He got up, got dressed and was on his way.  It was a crazy, fun experience.  I didn't get off.  But still laugh about it to this day.  What a slut.

Puny Penis rule still applies.

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