The Whore In Me

At 38 I’ve been married for 12 years, no kids, and my hubby and I have occasionally dabbled in swinging for the last 6. The variety is nice, and I love attention from multiple men, or me giving them attention. And I love anonymous sex, just for the sake of hard, pounding, mindless sex.

But there was something missing. I wanted to be a whore. Some might say I already am. I do. But I don’t mean a slut, I mean a whore. I wanted to be paid. It’s the technicality of it. I’m already I slut, and like being one. But a whore is paid to fuck…paid to suck…paid to be a cum-dump.

So I did it. When hubby travels on business, I post on a few sites for sex. But once I connect with someone and get comfortable, I let them know it’ll be $25. That’s part of it too, I’m a very cheap whore. I let them know the whore thing is a need, an obsession, a kink. Some of them get into it and call me a dirty whore while they fuck my c**t or make me deepthroat them or shove their cock up my ass. Some don’t care, they just want to get off. If I can ever line up a few men, one after another, getting paid each time, turning tricks…..it deeply satisfies me in some part of my brain. Hubby doesn’t know and doesn’t need to. This is for me. I’m now, finally, a whore and love it!