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My first year of college I was so bored with all the boys who’d maybe choke me a little, maybe tie me up, maybe call me a bitch when I told them they could be rough with me.  I finally got so horny and so frustrated that on a whim one day, I answered a stupid ad on Craigslist looking for a hookup.  Was it mind blowing sex with the master of my dreams?  No.  It was average sex with an average guy who legit just pumped into my cunt for like five minutes before he blew his load and then acted like he was the best lover in the world.  And I let him.  And while the sex hadn’t turned me on, the memory of pleasuring him did.  So I did it again.  And then I did it again.

I posted my own ad with a picture of my tits where I was using an actual pants hanger as nipple clamps and said I was submissive and into serving men sexually, any age as long as he was over 18, any race, any size, it didn’t matter, I just wanted to be treated like a fucktoy.  And most of the guys assumed I was a hooker or a liar or trying to trick them into something, some just wanted to talk without ever meeting up, some were freaked out when they realized I was serious.  But some of them took me up on it.  Some of the sex felt good and some of it hurt and some of it was boring.  Some was uncomfortable or awkward.  Some of it was weird.  Some of the guys were actually dominant and some were just pretending and some were just trying it out to see if they liked it.  None of that was the point, though.  The point was that I wanted to be a fuckhole for men to use, so I went out and became one.  It didn’t just come to me.  No handsome, rich master saw me at work one day and fell instantly in love and made me his sex slave.  That doesn’t actually happen in the real world.

There are a lot of messages women get in this world trying to scare them away from going after what they want sexually.  Most women are shamed for even trying to figure out what they enjoy, whether or not they even do anything about it.  The idea that you can just go out and ask for what you want is something the whole world doesn’t want you to know.  But the truth is, you can do what you want.  You can go after your fantasies.  It won’t be perfect every time and that’s okay.  Maybe you’ll regret it, but so what?  You regretted trying to dye your hair ash blonde, too, but regret’s not going to kill you.  Maybe some guy will hurt you, oh, they tell you that all the time.  Don’t you dare meet a man you meet on the evil interwebs or he’ll rape and murder you.  Mostly, no, he won’t.  Mostly, the guys you meet will just be average guys who are horny or lonely or curious.  Mostly the guys you meet won’t be right for you, or you won’t be right for them.  So what?  If you want to get fucked, go out and get fucked.  It’s not the end of the world.  You can have no strings attached sex and the world won’t end.  You can go out and explicitly look for men to treat you like you’re worthless, and you can wake up the next morning with your self esteem intact.