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One of the most - no, perhaps THE most arousing, erotic things I have ever seen in my life was a particular couple at one of the clubs I occasionally go to.

Here's the scenario: T and I were in the couples' lounge, taking a rest break and cuddling, when the other couple entered the room. We watched as they made themselves comfortable on the bed next to us.

It was obvious they had been together for a while as he knew all the places where she liked to be kissed, and she knew exactly how he wanted his cock stoked while she sucked his balls.

This couple was in their own world as they made love and fucked, then made love again. She climbed on top of him and rode him cowboy and I could feel T's cock hardening against my thigh as she loudly came.

We watched as they got up from the bed. He gently guided her over to the spanking bench, and when he turned to grab a towel for her to lean on, I saw it.

Confident, Comfortable, and Bare-Ass Naked

Over on my public side, I mentioned my beaus, and how they helped me to recognize that I'm in an emotionally abusive marriage.

That's only part of what they have done for me.

Before all of this, I had been a timid, shy, overweight, cautious girl who was overly concerned about what other people thought of her. I hid myself in dark baggy clothes, I never spoke up, and was very good at blending in. I hid behind masks, I hid behind self-undermining language. I hid from life.

MJ was my first extramarital beau, and he blew the doors of my hiding place when he introduced me to the world of voyeurism and exhibitionism. He was very nice and gentle about it, letting me call the shots and letting me decide if and when we should leave. He just saw something in me that was begging to be free... and released her to the world.

For that I will be forever grateful to him.

 

Ever since I came out of hiding, my subsequent beaus have been treated to a confident BBW woman who is comfortable in her own skin. They all love it. 

As the only naked person at the clothing optional hot springs:

Me - "Should I put my suit back on?"

B - "No."

Me - "I'm the only naked person here. I don't want to make the others feel uncomfortable."

B - "Keep it off."

My first time with T, when he stripped off my clothes with all the lights on:

T - "Look at you look at you look at you! I want to eat you up!"

My first time with K; he was hot-looking and before he knew it I was stripped completely naked. 

K  - "Uh, wow! Stay there for a minute. I want to look at you. All of you."

At a sex club:

Him - "Let's expose your breasts as soon as we walk in the door so I can suck on them whenever I want."

Later, of course, I'm totally naked and fucking in the group room, etc

Me, at home:

Shades up & lights on when changing for bed, masturbating, dressing in the dark winter morning.. 

(There is a 55+ high rise across the street from my window.)

Camping with B:

Roadside blowjobs, parking lot sex outside the car, stripping down to change into my swimsuit wherever we happen to be...

Now that this part of me has been allowed to overtly exist, I can't imagine being any other way.

call me your slut

"Will you talk dirty to me? Tell me I'm your slut."
"Slut? Really? You're ok with me calling you that?"

He was very sweet, making sure he didn't insult me or hurt my feelings.

To be honest, I love being called a slut. It's what I am. When one of my guys calls me his slut, it makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.

Why oh why would an intelligent woman like me not only allow someone to call me a slut without smacking them into the next room, but want to be called a slut? Because don't see it as a negative word.

Even in college, when it was said that so-and-so is a slut, I was envious of her. She allows herself to be free. She allows herself to have fun. She spits in the eye of the double standard where men are seen as conquerors when they sleep around but women who do are immoral. She is confident enough to be true to herself.

Damn, I want to be like that.
(Ironically, she probably was just the unfortunate subject of gossip and hadn't been sleeping around at all.)

So why and how can I possibly see this as a positive term? A term of endearment?
Evil Slutopia says it best:

"In most of the world, 'slut' is a highly offensive term, used to describe a woman whose sexuality is voracious, indiscriminate, and shameful. It’s interesting to note that the analogous word “stud,” used to describe a highly sexual man, is often a term of approval and envy. If you ask about a man’s morals, you will probably hear about his honesty, loyalty, integrity, and high principles. When you ask about a woman’s morals, you are more likely to hear about whom she shares sex with, and under what conditions. We have a problem with this.

So we are proud to reclaim the word 'slut' as a term of approval, even endearment. To us, a slut is a person of any gender who celebrates sexuality according to the radical proposition that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you. Sluts may choose to have solo sex or to get cozy with the Fifth Fleet. They may be heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual, radical activists or peaceful suburbanites.

Our approach to a sex-positive language is to reclaim the original English words and, by using them as positive descriptors, wash them clean. Hence our adoption of the word 'slut.'”

The UrbanDictionary.com top definition says it second best:

"Slut: a woman with the morals of a man"

I don't see any problem here.

(BTW, he did talk dirty to me, growling in my ear that I was his dirty slut as I rode him hard. Hearing this filled me with incredible joy and passion. The night ended with one of the biggest orgasms I'd ever had.)


photo credit Dirty Grrrl