I've always been the quiet girl, but until recently you didn't have to worry about me. sexual awakening story, it's a long one

Senior year of high school, I had classmates asking where I got my nipples pierced (I hadn't, but I did get them done after starting college). I was simply told I "look the type". I always had at least one guy walking with me, but they were truly just my best friends. Always had an after lunch snack because someone had thrown goldfish down my shirt. I'd been called a tease, asked how slutty I was, always getting picked up for hugs. I genuinely thought they were just joking, until that cute little rumor finally made its way to me.

"Did you hear my_garden_of_roses got railed in the stairwell?" No, though I was fingered for a total of 5 seconds before we went elsewhere. That's as far as things ever went with him, but I'm sure that's exactly why word got around as it was. "Tease", I was still a virgin, hadn't even had my first real boyfriend yet.

But then I did, and I was ballsy. I figured if everyone called me a slut already, why not bring some truth to it. We'd fool around any chance we could, once we got to that point in the relationship (6 months maybe?). But the most fun are between a certain local outdoor nature center, and getting away with giving him head in the backseat as his dad drove.

It wasn't meant to be, we had our fun but soon after our first college semester, we broke up. I always joked with him that I would be such a hoe when we did. And I guess there was one night I certainly stuck to my word. I still don't fully know what happened that night.

I was at a house party with my roommate, and ended up tagging along with the DJ and his group when she went home. Managed to make it to another house to keep the party going. I recognized plenty of faces so I felt comfortable, partied on, but the last thing I remember was making out with another woman. Next thing I knew I had woken up on a deflated air mattress, clothes scattered.

Did my thing on tinder for a while, and ended up hooking up with 3 guys I knew (at different times), one guy I'd met through my go-to party house; one when I came back home a guy I knew(ish) from high school. Both got me high and treated me like a lady. The third one though, he blew my mind. He still blows my mind every time we have sex, we're married now 😘.

But my body count continues to rise. Why? Because my husband wants me to be the slut I was always meant to be. His favorite porn star. And while I'm still getting the hang of things, it's been enlightening. While the guys I've slept with since then haven't been amazing, the reclaim sex is still so fucking hot. It might be my favorite part of it all. Watching his eyes light up and cock grow, as he watches the movie I've made for him. It unleashes the feral beast deep inside.

Sometimes he let's me worship his cock while he watches, other times he fucks my throat. Either way he's taking back what's his, and there's nothing hotter. The way he devours me, pins me down and pounds my tight, dripping pussy. Using me as a fleshlight to remind me how lucky I am. And then showering me with love and affection once he's filled me up.

I'm finally becoming who I was always meant to be, a slut.