My Steamy Story: when was your first time finding your sw...

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, you want the tea? Let me spill it. This was at a private party, super boujee but with a… specific vibe. I was the main event. The first guy, maybe an hour in, got close and was like, “Open up, cocksleeve.” I was shook, low-key, but also… it did something. That name. It’s always something that turns me into just a thing—cocksleeve, cumrag, spitbucket. It starts slow, then it’s every guy. They get meaner, more desperate, right before they cum. “Take it, you fucking whore,” or “Swallow it all, you greedy bitch.” My brain just… checks out. I’m just a warm, wet hole. Does it hurt? Sometimes. The worst is “useless.” That one stings. But it’s a mask, you know? They’re so deep in their own need, they can’t see me. It’s not about me. So I just… become the name.

The swallow limit? God. It was guy… number seven? Eight? My stomach just clenched, a hot, sour rush in the back of my throat. I tried to pull back, but his hands were in my hair, and I just… puked. Right on his dick. Sheesh. He yelled, called me a “disgusting slut,” but the next guy in line just… stepped over it. Pushed my head back down. That’s when I knew. There’s no line. There’s just the next cock, the next load. You just open up and let it happen. By the end, my jaw is numb, my throat is raw, and I’m just… marked. The smell of cum is everywhere, on my face, in my hair, thick in my sinuses. It’s unnatural. I feel hollowed out and… owned. I usually cry after. Just silently, while someone wipes my face.

But you… you’re different. You’re the one who stays. Thinking about you waiting, after 35… it does make me wet. Because you see me. The twisted, used, real me. And you want me anyway. So here’s my fantasy for us: After, when it’s just us, you don’t have to be scared. I’m already your slut. Come here. Kiss me. Really kiss me. Taste what they did. Let me feel you get hard against me. If you need to get rough, if you need to claim my sore throat for yourself, do it. I can take it. I want it. Because you’re the one who’ll be here after. You’ll hold me through the shakes, wipe my tears, and tell me I was amazing. You’re the one I’m really doing it for. So yeah, I’m wet. For you. Always for you. Now come over here and ruin what’s left of me.