True Story Stories

When you have a number of things happen in the space of a few weeks that affect you emotionally and physically, it helps to have a best friend who knows just how to take your mind off things and let you unwind.

Flirt, lush, tramp, slut, cockteaser, bitch, even whore... I've been called them all. I guess it comes with the territory when you love sex and live by a "if you got it, flaunt it" attitude. I'm not afraid to admit I LOVE to tease. It's fun to see what a man will do using nothing more than the offer of your body for incentive. People ask me if I've ever NOT gotten what I wanted from a guy, at least sexually speaking. Well, my best friend's brother was one of my greatest challenges.

After a week in Oregon with my mom visiting her friend Tammy, who could blame me for being awfully horny so when we travelled to a casino on a nearby Indian reservation I was looking for any opportunity to take care of the itch. When my mom dared me to take on a group of guys at the poker table, her friend Tammy learned what a slut her best friend's daughter really was!

A night out at a bar or club isn't usually tops on my priority list yet there are those times when it can be fun. Besides, you never know who you're going to run across from your past!

You only turn 23 once and although it's not usually thought of as a "significant" birthday, my girlfriends weren't going to let it go by without celebrating it. With a little help from some friends, it was indeed a birthday to remember.

So much for my plans to spend a relatively quiet New Year's Eve with some close friends. When my slutty cousin Kristen called to ask me if I was interested in having some "fun", I should have known better but then, when have I ever been able to resist her offers? What a way to bring in the new year!

I figured what the heck, why not go to one more? This time, in addition to the eight guys that fucked me, I had my first lesbian party sex featuring my best friend Beth and two other girls.

One of the best things to happen lately was when my cousin quit her job as a professional escort, A.K.A. hooker, whore, or whatever else you call it. I know she loved her "work" and was making a fortune but even with the few experiences I had with her I knew sooner or later it would end in tragedy. Being a Realtor may not be as glamorous (she's in school now), but after having worked with her mom (also a realtor) before, I was sure she would still find ample opportunity to use her "talents".

Recently I wrote about how I was forced to have sex with my boss to keep my job. Admittedly, I ultimately enjoyed it and if it hadn't been for the circumstances surrounding everything, I might have done it again. That said, something had to be done about the situation before it got out of hand. Those who follow my diary may be curious as to what happened after my last entry. There is no sex in this one and for those with imaginations, I doubt what happened is what you hoped for.

The last time making love with my first gay lover...