Slutty

S is for Slutty but also socks!

I love socks. Striped, patterned, plain back, knee high, thigh high, ankle, I adore a good pair of socks. They brighten up any day and most importantly of all they make for warm happy feet. My circulation is not the best and I tend to get very cold hands and feet so socks make me and my feet a lot happier.

Did you know it is easier for you to orgasm if you feet are warm? See, socks are sexy!

I am a slut.

I am more than happy to claim that as a label. It fits me perfectly and I am comfortable in my sluttery. One of the hardest things about monogamy for me was having to stifle some of my slutty urges. My partner was happy with me being utterly slutty with him and other women but not with anyone else who had a penis and those issues even extended to flirting.

As a result I shut that side of myself away. I was very careful not to flirt with other men because it made him uncomfortable and that made me feel terrible. For a long time I was OK with being monogamous. Or at least I convinced myself I was but eventually I wasn’t and whilst it was not the reason we separated it had definitely become and issue between us.

Monogamy doesn’t work for me. It is not how I am wired. Does that make me a slut? In some stupid people’s eyes I am sure it does but that is not what makes me a slut. What makes me a slut is finding someone I want to be an absolute filthy slut with. Just because I am a slutty slut does not mean I want to sleep with anyone and everyone. I am a discerning and fairly picky slut it seems and I like it that way.