TreXotica: My Slut, Strong Thing

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Here’s a fantastic new writer joining the 360Fam …her name is Tresor.  Her articles will drop either on Friday or Sunday Nights and she’ll be focusing on relationships, lifestyle and sex. Have fun!!!

In my eleven years of having on and off sex, the best I ever had was with O.

My first was M. And he could have been fucking wood for all the activity I presented. I had read a lot of Mills & Boon by that time so I had myself convinced that I was frigid just because M failed to get my lady juices really flowing. Oh, there was blood (first time and all) but no juice- no passion.

Then I met O and all that changed. I discovered what it means to actually “want” someone; like when the tall-dark-and-handsome dude in the romance novels says to the quivering fair maiden- “I want you“.

I “wantedO. I could hardly think straight for wanting him. I spent all my days pining for him. And it was not because we spent our time together having profound, intellectual discourse or sharing our hopes and dreams. Nope! It was because we were having sex- raw sex!

Looking back now, I tell people, O was a slut and yes, he was. He slept with everything and anything which meant that he could only go one round per person. And that was because in a day he could do like ten chicks.

Of course, I discovered this only after we broke up. But back then, his vast experience made him the slut I loved.

He could do any position and anything you wanted.

He spent his time on foreplay. Oh and do we girls love foreplay! He would nibble, bite even gnaw- all guaranteed to send you almost over the edge even before the p nudges the v.

You didn’t have to convince him to give you head. He went straight for the mound. And if you wanted it from the back, why not? Just pop up that backside. He would finger you and even toe you if that’s how you like it. We would share a bottle of coke by passing the liquid from mouth to mouth. And one time right after I vomited from indigestion, he kissed me to show me he could eat my shit.

Did I mention that it was raw “dirty” sex? I am sure if we had gone on much longer, he would have eaten my ass one day.

Sigh! Those were the days…

And even after things fell apart in the most heart wrenching of ways, I never got over the beautiful sex- I mean, times that O and I shared.

He didn’t love me the best but boy, did he looove me the best!

There has not been a better person after (even before) him. Even now, as I write about him, I am turned on by the memories.

If I had a chance to get my heart broken all over again by him, I would go for it. It’s worth the sex.

Bises

tresor

tresor

Tresor is single and very searchable. She believes in love and sex. Plenty of sex. Follow me >>> http://www.twitter.com/treXotica

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