I am a slut.
In every sense of the word
I not only treat it as a noun
but a verb
I like to slut around
as I see fit
And enjoy all the privileges that
come with being enjoyed and being pleased
I enjoy being the flirt and being teased
as well as doing so much more
I enjoy being the self proclaimed whore
that I was designed to be
if you have a problem with that
maybe you should fuck with me.
I’m not intending to hide or deny who I am
I am proud to be a slut
I am proud to be me
I am proud to be a whore
I am proud to do all the things you think are too slutty
but he absolutely loves
he adores nothing more that craving his whore
his slut both in mind and spirit
he enjoys the things I do for him
and others if he sees fit
I enjoy being his slut because
I have risen above the mere word
and enjoyed turning slut into a verb.
“Fuck me like the whore I will be, choke me like the slut I can be, spank me like the bitch I want to be, worship me like the Goddess I am.”
This is a quote that I am known for saying. So today’s topic is going to be the general concept of “promiscuity” in its most abstract sense. Often people use the term slut, whore, bitch, etc as terms of a derogatory nature. More recently, women especially those under the age of 35 are reclaiming these words as a part of their vernacular. They are using them to describe themselves. Many women have embraced the idea of being a “slut” or a “whore,” but overall, it is still not accepted in the general culture.
From Webster’s Online we define the following terms:
composed of all sorts of persons or things
not restricted to one class, sort, or person : indiscriminate
not restricted to one sexual partner
1 chiefly British : a slovenly woman
promiscuous woman; especially : prostitute
saucy girl : minx
a woman who engages in sexual acts for money : prostitute; also : a promiscuous or immoral woman
a male who engages in sexual acts for money
a venal or unscrupulous person
One of the things that one will notice is that both the definition of slut and whore include the word promiscuous and promiscuous has such a broad definition that it can be used in a blanket sense. Many people use it to describe (mainly women) those who are more liberal with their partner choice or sexual activities but often times that same standard is not held for their male counterparts. Even in a society that is considerably more liberal than it was even 40 years ago, America has much farther to go in terms of its views on sexuality. Women are even, in modern times, are expected to still be reserved, demure, and lady like. Women who hold power positions are not looked at with the same set of competencies that men are.
So why write this post? Is this another pro-women’s post? Not necessarily. I am not here to just bash the American culture or to say that we all need to adopt slut and whore as a part of our vernacular. I am a proponent of people being non-judgmental of other people’s sexual preferences, orientations, and habits. I believe that people should open their minds to the fact that just because someone is different from you doesn’t mean what he or she is doing is wrong; it just may not be for you. We should accept people for who they are and not who we want them to be. Whether that includes the shyer, more reserved, church going woman or the sexually liberal, open ended, club going woman. Both are different and neither person is better or worse solely based on their sexual choices.
I am very tired of hearing “lady in the streets, freak in the sheets” or some variation there of. I have learned that men (mainly) want a woman who is sexually liberated and open minded but they don’t want someone who has a lot of sexual partners. To me, that’s like wanting someone who went to school to build cars but has never touched one. Do you really want that person to be your mechanic? I am not saying this to advocate recklessness but to say that people’s experiences are what make them unique and interesting. Even sexually, people should open their minds to the possibility. Well I’m hopping off my soap box for the evening.
She laid before me a Goddess. Her body glistened in the bright sunlight as it shown though the blinds. Full hips, lips, and breasts, I indulged my sights on the sweet wetness that was there for me. I laid between her legs; I was nervous. She caressed my face and I could feel the tension melting away. “Don’t be afraid, little one. I will let you know.” I averted my attention to the task at hand. Her lips full, clit engorged, and the wetness was accumulating. I took my time, inhaled the essence of her womanness.
I indulged my lips on hers. Barely touching her clit I parted my lips and began to take the first taste. She tasted as good as she looked; my taste buds began to dance as I prepared them for another lick. From the entry to the tip I liked the entire length of her womanhood. My tongue gently parted her lips massaged her clit, slowly and methodically. I explored her as her hand rested on the top of my head gently stroking my hair. I finally heard it escape, the first moan. It was like music to my ears. Deep and earthy like she was feeling it in her very soul.
I continued on with my mission. I allowed my tongue to explore her protruding clit more. I fondled it with the tip of my tongue and cupped my lips around it. Gently sucking on it with my top lip I slid the hood back a little further completely exposing it to my warm wet mouth. I flicked it slowly but steadily. She began to moan more. This charged me and inspired me to press on with my mission. I used my top lip to keep her clit exposed while running my tongue back and forth on her clit. Her breathing became labored. Her moans became more frequent and her hand was pushing my head into her sweet wetness. I lapped her up like a puppy to water. I wrapped my arms around her legs. I pushed my face deeper sucking and licking on her clit, feeding myself on the essence of her being. Her legs tensed against my face. Her thighs began to quiver and then I heard the most soul gratifying “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk” known to man as it escaped her lips. Her cum was on my lips. I tasted her essence and I knew I had made her happy.
Whatever your sexuality is; think about it, find it, love it, and shout it to the world.
I notice in talking to women and experiencing life as a woman that there are several levels of sexuality and in this series of writings. I will share my observations, poems, thoughts, and stories.
This is no way an educational thesis to be taken as fact. It is only my point of view as a sexually active black women living in the new millennium in the United States of America
First I’ll introduce to the different types of sexuality.
The Church Girl: She is saving herself for marriage. This young one is doing all the things she was taught in church, by her parents, and society. Sex is not public nor should it be discussed. She is probably not on this website or reading this article.
The Green Girl: she knows some things about sex. She has had one or two lovers and is really waiting for Mr. Right to explore all the sexual things she sees in movies or reads about in books. She may even have a friend or two that is more experienced. She is a little more curious than the church girl.
The Sexual Know It All: This girl has seen every movie, she has read every sexually explicit urban fiction book on the shelf, she is aware of all the new sexual trends and toys all to be ready when Mr. Right arrives. She may even have a maintenance man or a starting lineup… (We will get to those explanations later)
The Sexual Kitten (Flirt): This girl is fully aware of her sex appeal at all times; she knows how to work it to her advantage. This girl is pussy savvy. She knows the power of the pussy and how it can get any man OR woman to give you what you want and or need. This girl does not even have to give it up to get it. She is well on her way to finding pleasure whenever she is ready. She usually lets out that sexy side for her one and only partner.
The Sexually Free Vixen: This is a woman after my own heart. She is a little of each of the others. She has knowledge, flirtatious tendencies, curiosity, and minimal inhibitions on her side. The Vixen has a maintenance man, a starting lineup and is free to do any random person she choosing that she meets along the way. This girl is willing to do anything and everything that is safe, sane, and consensual, in search of ultimate sexual pleasure.
The ALL OUT WHORE: She will do whatever it takes to get a nut. She will do herself, a stranger in the street, any object in the produce section of the grocery store. She will do man woman or child. Her focus is usually on pure physicality of sex or using sex as a means to get something tangible.
As we move along we will learn more about each of these women and how they interact with others and their sexuality. We will see them evolve like butterflies from one to the next. They grow, they change and some even stay the same.
No, it’s not just a cheesy song title. In this period of reflection, I have gone over my previous relationships and realized that everyone has a reason for being there. Whether it’s long or short lived it still matters none the less. There is no reason for me to continue to let the people of the past hurt me because he or she has moved on and is no longer thinking about me. I continue to give him or her power over my life by harboring the guilt of being duped, the pain that they caused, and the fear that it will happen again. Truth of the matter is, I should be thanking him because without that pain, I wouldn’t value what I do have. I would not have been as strong as I am now. Sure there are other ways to teach the lessons of life but each of our lives are customized for us. No matter how many times someone tells you the stove is hot, you didn’t realize it until you were burned, and thus through the pain of being burnt, you learned to avoid heat from the stove. This doesn’t mean that one should go looking for hurt or pain recklessly but that we should appreciate the joys and pains of life. They all serve a purpose. Each person that we come in contact with even those who mean us ill will and harm, serve a purpose in our life.