My Life As A Slut

I was born into a farming family in West Virginia. I am one of seven children. We were poor but never lacked food or love. When I was in high school my father won a lottery, over a million dollars. All of a sudden we had a new house, new car, we went on a vacation to Florida. In Florida I got drunk and woke up in another hotel room with a man. I was 17, I was more afraid of my father than I was with this man. He had made love to me.

Everyone watched over me for the next few weeks until my period came. The incident, as it was called, was behind me. Lesson learned. Because of the money I went to college, I did well, graduated on time and got a good job. In college I had several sexual incidents. More than a few. I liked having sex with off campus guys, not knowing the guy was part of it, I was open to anything, including degrading sex, the more the better. I managed to keep those incidents secret from my college friends.

During my early years working I had two lives, one was the nice girl, my other life was hanging out at pool halls and blue collar bars on weekends. Sometimes I got paid, I wanted the sex not the money. I woke up in several trailers, shared rooms, behind dumpsters. For five years I whored around, I got STDs, I got picked up by cops but never arrested because I didn't do it for the money. I kept it secret from the people I worked with.

And one day I stopped. I have scars, I'm sterile. Why I became such a slut I don't know. I liked it. I liked that first time in Florida. I don't miss it. But I liked it.