I’m finally here. I’m finally free.
It’s been tickling the back of my brain for what feels like forever. This fantasy running through my mind that I can never seem to forget. Believe me, I’ve tried.
I step out, bare and free. I let the first man I see have me. I let the second use me. I let the third and the fourth and the fifth.
And I know this is crazy, giving myself up freely like this. I know that this is wrong but maybe that’s why it feels so very right to me.
Because the moment I step into this life is the moment I start to feel alive. The moment their hands are on me and their interest is undeniable, that’s when I feel like I can do anything.
It’s almost too much to handle. It’s certainly impossible to ignore.
I’m free to be used today, so don’t you dare hold back.
Excerpt
I wanted to do what I wanted to do, and right now I wanted him.
He was leaning against the corner of a doorway idly flicking through his phone. Lean and rugged and handsome, big in the bulky kind of way that guys I knew back home tended to be but his bulk was a little softer than them, a little bit more designer than built off the back of hard labor.
But he had a square jaw and broad shoulders. He had a chest that looked like it’d be fun to dig my nails in and eyes that were warm and brown and inviting and he had a cock that was big enough soft that it’d be more than enough for my first time hard.
And more to the point he did look a little like them. He looked a little like all the guys from home and that felt a little bit to me like a fuck you aimed at them. Fuck you. I won’t fuck you. But I’ll fuck someone who is almost you.
When I stopped in front of him my heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as his eyes rolled up from his phone and found mine. Slowly he raised one eyebrow, not asking the question yet but making sure instead that he had my full attention before he turned those eyes of his up and down my body.
Slow and appraising. Taking in every last inch of me and weighing it out for the benefit of it. Watching me, watching all of me, and making sure that I knew that he was doing it before his eyes moved back to mine and he opened his mouth to speak.
“I want to suck your cock.”
My words. My voice. Me interrupting him and taking the lead. Me making the choice almost without even being consciously aware that I was deciding it and thus taking me by surprise along the way but then it all made sense. It all made sense.
I remembered how she started, the girl in the park. I remember how she ended, covered in his cum. I remember the look of absolute lust and satisfaction on her face and while I was sure that I wanted all of it, wanted some man to pump his hard cock into my virgin slit and take me for one shuddering instant, I knew at the same time that I was going to take even more than that today.
I wasn’t going to stop at this man. I wasn’t going to stop at all. It would take an act of God to satisfy me today.
My first dance partner of the day seemed a little like he was at a loss for words. That made a bit of sense, I guess. Here I was a bonafide innocent country girl, clearly in out of her depth and clearly in the big city for the first time. Being bold and being in charge was the last thing that you’d expect from me and the poor guy probably was half thinking this was a prank. Time to convince him, I guess.