Confessions of a C*m Sl*t: Part 1

Transcript

A while ago, I read that keeping a diary can help you set and achieve your goals. Apparently, it can also help relieve stress, boost your memory, and inspire creativity. Well, these are all things that I would like to do.

So I started a diary. I didn't continue the diary though, making time to write these things down, the things I wanted to talk about. It was just, I don't know.

I didn't enjoy it. And that's what I want to talk about. Something I enjoy.

Then I found Audio Erotica. Talk about enjoying something. You people make the most delicious noises.

So I thought, why not record my diary and share it with everyone online? Now it won't be a true diary, it won't be daily entries, and it won't be about my general life. No.

This is a very specific diary for a very specific part of my life. It's, well, it's kind of a confessional, really. This is going to be where I can share openly and without shame that I have become a cum slut.

It feels so fucking good to say that out loud. Cum slut. Cum slut.

Cum slut. I am just a slut for cum. Just saying it.

What a relief. So here's the deal. I don't have the kind of people in my life that would understand.

I mean, I have wonderful friends, I love my friends, but my friends are not the people that I can talk to about discovering kinks. And my mom, no, absolutely not. So I have you, all of you, you are all now my confessional, my therapy group, or whatever you want to think of yourself as.

I'm going to record the stories of how I became a cum slut. You're going to listen to those stories, and maybe you'll all share in the joy of cum with me by also cumming, maybe, if you want to. I mean, you don't have to.

All I really need here is to talk about it, to free my mind from thinking about it. Because to be honest, I think about it so much, just so much. Just thinking about all the hot cum that I've taken on my tits, on my face, fuck, okay, I got distracted.

So let me get started by telling you how this all started. Wait, no, let me get started by telling you about what I was like before this all started. I guess I should explain.

I, I was, I kind of hate to say that I was a good girl, but that's the term people use, right? Which is bullshit. Being a slut is not a bad thing.

Enjoying cum is not a bad thing, but I used to think it was. And that's the point I'm trying to make. I used to think that I was a good girl.

I only had sex with people I was in committed relationships with and I was never kinky. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't a prude.

I suck dick. I took it from behind sometimes, but well, that was it really. And that seemed like enough for me.

And here's the big reveal, ready? I was totally repulsed by cum. Yep.

Me, the woman who just proudly called herself a cum slut. I was so grossed out by it. So grossed out.

And the reality is, I don't know why I had no real experience with it. All the men I had sex with used condoms, literally all of them. So I just, you know, I had this idea that it was gross, but I can't tell you why.

And it came up. Of course it did. A boyfriend or two asked if they could cum in my mouth.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

One guy. Oh, that poor guy. I was sucking his dick and he asked, well, he begged, really, to cum on my face.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

Absolutely not. I just could not imagine it. And I was not willing to try.

No matter how much a guy begged. And that guy, well, he got a little whiny about it, honestly. Let that be a lesson to you fellas.

Don't whine. No one will let you cum on their face if you whine about it. So that's how it was for me.

Sex was simple. Sex was fine. Sex was nothing too adventurous.

And sex was clean. Hmm. I guess I hadn't really thought about it like that until I just said it.

But yeah, sex was something that was clean. I would shower after sex. I would usually shower before too.

It wasn't really an OCD thing. It was just a safety thing, really. At some point I got it in my head that in order to prevent UTIs or whatever, I had to keep things pretty clean.

So I did. I kept things clean. Until that first time.

Obviously. Oh, that first time. I should explain.

Or explain a little more. You know what I mean. So the first time you should know is that I was in a relationship the night I started my cum slut journey.

The next thing you should know is that I did not start this journey with the man I was in a relationship with. So let me just clear the air about that. Yeah.

I cheated. Yeah, cheating is wrong. And yeah, I felt guilty about it.

I mean, I still feel guilty about it, honestly. And a lot of factors led to it all happening and you can decide for yourself if I was justified or not. Or you could just stop listening now.

I get it. I do. I get it.

But I still need to talk about it. So I'm just going to keep recording. So my boyfriend at the time, we'd been dating for like six months.

Things were serious, but not like serious, serious, you know? No talk of moving in together or anything like that. But I did have a toothbrush at his place and he had one at mine.

It was like that kind of serious, but not like serious, serious. And things were fine between us. Which was the problem, I think.

Things were just fine. There was a connection, kind of, but there was no. ..

Thrill is the wrong word. There was no motivation. There was no aspirations.

The point I'm trying to make is that our relationship felt like it had already run its course in like six months. Like we had already done everything we were going to do and we could either just keep doing that or one of us could end it and find something else. But ending it for like no reason felt wrong, I guess, for me anyway.

It felt like I would be ending it because I was getting bored. And that just felt wrong. In hindsight, I understand that feeling bored meant that I wasn't having my needs fulfilled, but those are the things we learned in therapy, right?

But at the time I was frustrated and I didn't know how to express it or what to do about it. And of course, there was Adam. No, Adam's not his real name, but like, it's just my little joke for myself because he was the quote unquote first man in my life as a cum slut, cum slut, cum slut, cum slut.

I'm sorry. It's still fun for me to just say it. So Adam, Adam was a guy at work.

He was my work crush. I'd been working with Adam for a year and a half and everything about him thrilled me. But at our job, having a relationship with a coworker is a bad idea.

Things can get very messy very quickly. So while I had a crush on Adam, I never once acted on it. Not while I was single and certainly not after I started dating my boyfriend.

And let me be very, very clear. When I say I never acted on it, I mean, I didn't even flirt. Not even like a hint of flirt, not a crumb of a flirt.

If I spoke to Adam, it was 100% business, which maybe made my crush worse, really. Because then I would hear about Adam from other coworkers, guys at work talking about how they went to these great concerts, Adam among them, and I found myself wishing that I was at that concert with Adam, that sort of thing. Anyways, but I kept it all clean, no flirting with Adam and he didn't flirt with me either.

But every so often he'd walk by my office and I'd think, if only for a moment, I would think, what if he just came in here right now and locked the door behind him? What then? And I guess that's how it was until I got the email that changed everything.

The email sent to everyone in our office announcing that there would be a going away party for Adam on Friday night because he was transferring to another office in another state. Yeah, I won't tell you that I spent the entire week thinking about it because the truth is I didn't. I spent most of the week thinking about my work, but every so often Adam would walk by my office and I'd think, he's never just going to come in here and lock the door behind him.

It's never going to happen. Then I would think about how much I wished it would happen and I'd realize that I never felt that way about my boyfriend and well, I'd get like really, really sad because then I knew that I needed to break up with my boyfriend and I couldn't think of the reason why other than I felt like I knew it was time. And that's how the whole week went really, right up until Friday night and Adam's going away party.

It was at a bar a lot of us would go to after hours, usually to celebrate the start or the end of something big at work and Adam was a valued member of the team. He would be missed for sure. And his leaving was absolutely the end of something big.

It felt like the right place to go. And as it turned out, it was the start of something big for me. The party was fun.

There was a room downstairs from the main bar that could be used for private functions. So that's where we were. We all drank a little, talked a lot, laughed a lot.

It was a great time. As people began to empty out, a handful of us went upstairs to the main bar to continue the fun. And at that point, I hadn't seen Adam.

And I assumed that he'd called it a night. No chance for one last daydream for me. Oh well.

I was halfway through my fourth rum and coke when I felt the urge to break the seal. And as I made my way through the crowd to the bathroom, I realized how tipsy I was. Not drunk.

But I wasn't about to see if I could drive in a straight line, for sure. Definitely tipsy and definitely at the point where going home was the right call. I finished up in the bathroom and I was heading back to the bar to settle my tab, which is when I bumped into Adam.

Literally. I literally bumped into him. My head was down, looking in my purse for my phone.

I walked right into him. He apologized to me, which just goes to show you how sweet of a guy he is. I walked into him and he apologized.

He said he needed to use the bathroom, but he wanted to talk to me. I asked if he wanted to meet me back at the bar. He said he'd had enough to drink and asked if maybe we could take a walk to clear our heads a little.

I quickly imagined following him into the bathroom and locking the door behind me. What then? But I agreed to take a walk with him.

So we met outside. We started walking and we started talking. I won't bore you with all of the details, so I'll just skip right to the important bit.

Adam, it turned out, had a crush on me, too. Yeah. He confessed to me that he often heard from our coworkers about me and that I seemed like the kind of woman he'd really like to spend time with, but he knew it would be a problem at work, so he never acted on it.

And now he was moving to another state. Maybe it was the frustration of him admitting the same unrequited crush that I had. Maybe it was the three and a half rum and cokes.

Maybe it was the romantic night walk in the city, maybe. But I looked him in the eyes and I said, Adam, can we go to your place and fuck? And his eyes went wide.

His head nodded yes vigorously. We got a cab. We went to his place.

And honestly, even now, it feels like a blur. All the time. It happened so, so quickly.

We were barely through the door of his apartment before we were trying to take each other's shirts off while sucking on each other's tongues. It was all so primal. It was thrilling.

I wish I could tell you every single detail, because it would mean that I would remember every single detail, but sadly, I do not. Maybe because of the runaway lust, but probably because of the booze. My memory is a little hazy, but here's what I do remember.

I remember his dick. It was so nice. Not huge or anything.

It just had this nice, gentle curve to it. Felt so good in my hand. Felt even better in my pussy.

I remember his dick entering my pussy for the first time. Our clothes were barely off. Some of his might have still been on.

I flopped onto his bed and spread my legs, and he just slid right in. Seriously. He was a really good size.

I was already super turned on. I remember sucking his dick. I remember it because he had already started fucking me a little bit, and I didn't actually want him to stop, but I thought, in my tipsy, lust-hazed brain, that I was supposed to suck his dick before we fucked because that's how things worked?

So I got off the bed and I started sucking his cock.