When you can’t be a slut, chat.

(One IM conversation I had yesterday. I was home all day and could not be as “promiscuous” for Boobquake as my slutty side wanted to be.
But I still had friends online to keep me company…)
 

ME:        happy boobquake day. still gotta pick a shirt to wear


MY FRIEND: you are so funny with your “holidays”


ME:        not my holiday


MY FRIEND: I know


MY FRIEND: still funny


ME:        i just think its the funniest “scientific” experiment i have heard in a while, plus it will piss of some old iranian cleric who thinks women cause all the problems


ME:        you know my holidays would be MORE interesting…


ME:        “suck a guy off in a parking lot day”


MY FRIEND: LOL true


MY FRIEND: or “get on your knees on a local park trail day”


ME:        “get fucked in an alley day (or night)”


MY FRIEND: did we do that?


ME:        no. just good memories


ME:        cobblestones are cold…


MY FRIEND: sounded like england


MY FRIEND: a lot of alley sex there near pubs


ME:        nope. i didn’t do it outside in england…


ME:        almost did in a cemetery in dover


ME:        my favorite alley memory now is being damn near raped by a (now) friend of mine, then left there alone lying on the stones. i had to walk a very long way back alone. i was pissed at the time, but later realized it made me feel totally trashy.


MY FRIEND: was that feeling a good thing at the time or a bad thing?


ME:        i masturbated to it a lot after…


MY FRIEND: LOL


MY FRIEND: true to your nature


ME:        but i was pissed right then


MY FRIEND: i wonder about now?


ME:        ?


ME:        no. he is a good friend, and i have told him how hot it actually made me feel. he had to get back to pick his wife. we took a bit longer than planned.


MY FRIEND: no i meant i wonder how you would feel now about the ‘rape’


MY FRIEND: if it happened now


ME:        LOL! How do you think i would feel about it now?


ME:        another time i got pulled into a warehouse (at night, but left open) by another friend and fucked hard on the concrete with no regard to the fact that my shoulder was being jammed  repeatedly into the rough edge of a splintered pallet… and again left there… i had to call yet another friend to help me back to the ship. then fucked him too…


ME:        concrete burn is so much worse than carpet burn…


ME:        my shoulder was fucked up, and my senior chief slapped me on that shoulder the next day. screamed and fell out of my chair… but wouldn’t tell why i was hurt


ME:        (that subby masochistic side has always been there…)


MY FRIEND: yes i def see that. the slut side has been too!


MY FRIEND: the “fuck my cunt” side


MY FRIEND: the cram your cock in me and use me side


MY FRIEND: in as many holes as possible


ME:        *happy sigh* yup!


MY FRIEND: and make it rough please


ME:        pretty please


MY FRIEND: maybe a little pain on the side if you don’t mind?


ME:        back then, the pain was accidental, but a turn on


MY FRIEND: and for icing on the top… take it, don’t make me give it to you


ME:        then just walk away…


MY FRIEND: ok


ME:        lol


ME:        no thank you necessary


MY FRIEND: many things are not necessary


MY FRIEND: in fact, the best things are not necessary


MY FRIEND: but at certain times can seem very desirable


MY FRIEND: i mean i dont really need to fuck anyone besides my wife


MY FRIEND: but it sure can be fun


ME:        it depends on which part of my brain is in control at the time what “necessary” is


MY FRIEND: yes i know what you mean


MY FRIEND: definitions have a way of shifting with the context


ME:        and NEED is subjective


ME:        i need a cock


MY FRIEND: that would look weird


ME:        you know what i mean


MY FRIEND: what would you do with one if you had it?


MY FRIEND: whatever he wants i suppose lol


ME:        you know me so well


MY FRIEND: it would have you more than you would have it


MY FRIEND: you need a cock to have you


ME:        phrased so much better that way


MY FRIEND: say it


ME:        i NEED a cock to take me


MY FRIEND: do you need a cock in your mouth?


MY FRIEND: say it


ME:        i NEED to feel a cock in my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat…


ME:        i NEED my hair pulled, and to be told that i am a nasty slut


MY FRIEND: maybe you need your hair pulled and a cock up your ass and be told you are a nasty slut


ME:        i need to be used.


MY FRIEND: you love to be used


ME:        the sooner the better


MY FRIEND: your master should punish you


ME:        for this conversation?


MY FRIEND: if only he knew


MY FRIEND: and dont give me that “he’s not my master” shit


ME:        he is. i know he is.


MY FRIEND: he has tamed you


MY FRIEND: subdued you


MY FRIEND: dominated you


ME:        tamed me, yes… but ironically made me wilder than anyone ever has


MY FRIEND: of course


ME:        you would not even recognize me if you saw me with him.


ME:        the brain goes out the window… no smart-assed comments… no arguing…


ME:        eyes to the ground… drop straight to my knees submissive…


MY FRIEND: i’m not sure i would like that as much


MY FRIEND: i’m fairly sure i would not


MY FRIEND: for several probably contradictory reasons


ME:        it is my choice.


MY FRIEND: that stirs strange emotions that i dont think i need to analyze


ME:        did not mean to compare. just to emphasize i dont think i can still say “no” to Him.


MY FRIEND: yes


MY FRIEND: whatever amount of “alpha male” in me responds to it and i choose to not deal with that response


ME:        understood…


MY FRIEND: no male with any alpha in him, likes for another male to be “more alpha” LOL


ME:        ‘deep thoughts’ on a monday at work? not allowed…
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