For some of you that have seen me around over the years. I come and go. I've had many a different name over the years, Struggled with my identity in more ways than one.
And by some random chance, what I thought was a catastrophic event, turned out to yet again another birthing of my identity and what I've always been born to be. A Slut. I opened up my box, we both admitted to what we enjoy sexually and that brought us even closer not only in our marriage but also in our love life. The thing that excites me the most is that he encourages me to continue doing what I have always done. Knows that I do things a certain way to protect myself.

Now my Master is pretty tame compared to others out there. I mean his main fetish is smelling worn panties which instead of outsourcing (which I will also continue to encourage as it turns me on as well) he has a "new" main source of supply. And that is what changed me. It was by chance that one of his friends sent him a gift. He had no idea how to bring the subject up, he dreaded it, dreaded my reaction and what I was going to do. What he didn't expect was to rediscover my inner slut that got lost in work the last few years. Since that night, we haven't stopped exploring. Pushing our limits. Finding new ways to enhance our desires.

I love being a Slut, satisfying others, showing off my body and my talents. But most of all, I love being my Master's Slut. putting his needs before my own and making sure he's happy. Keeping myself wet and ready at all times
Who knows maybe in the future, I will find even new ways of Slut self-expression.....

I’m not your average female. Nor would I ever claim to be. I love videos games. I’m a pretty bad ass chef. I’m a mother to an adorable little human. But that’s just what people in my life see. Minus my husband anyway. I met him at the perfect point in my life. I had struggled with my sexuality for years; and if you see my previous post you’ll see that I claimed it for what it is. I’ve accepted that I love many of the ins and outs of sex. My hair pulled, biting, anal, being submissive. But sometimes it’s more then that. Sometimes it’s just that some period of time, where I’m actually able to conjure enough energy and strength just let go. Letting my primal four es take over. Almost taking it to a spiritual level. Sometimes sex is just that. A primal feeling of power, strength, and rejuvenation. And though I’ve always loved the people in this community, there are still those that think they are calling me out because of how I word things or the things I like. Yes I am a slut. I love being one, dressing like one (when it’s appropriate for me). I love sucking cock. I love being my masters fuck toy. But most importantly, I love being able to have my sexual freedom. What ever it might be.

I've come to accept certain parts of my life I tried to hide. Only realizing it's a part of our lives regardless of how others see it.
I can't say that it was because of my up bringing. In our family we've always been open when it comes to most things. As plain as day I can remember the first time my mom said I needed a vibrator because it's better then having a man around. I also remember the first time I watched porn, or anything close to it. Or how I would sleep in the living room just to watch the softcore on showtime super late at night.
I always looked down on myself because of my sexual urges, or what I told myself was a bad thing was actually in turn just another part of me that I've come to accept.
In the grand scheme of all of this, I am now being true to myself and not wavering in my beliefs and feelings because someone believes it's shameful and unspoke of. I am proud of who I am. And I love everyone in this community. Thanks for helping me in more ways then you know!
Xoxo