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If I Didn't Have A Boyfriend I Think I'd Like To Be A Slut

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based on a photo by glamcanyon

I fell in love with a girl in a photo once.  She had a platinum-blonde bob, thick black-framed glasses, and an aquamarine dress with black stars on it.  The best thing about this dress, is that it was strapless, and barely contained her large breasts.  They pressed out on either side, and created two deep, comforting mounds in the centre of her chest.  She looked like she was having fun.  She looked like she’d be fun.  She looked like the kind of girl other, more demurely dressed females would stare askance at and whisper “slut”.

I am jealous of that girl.  I would like to be that girl, or better yet press my face between those fabulous breasts and then take her home.  Because I am sure that if she saw a man or woman she liked, she would have no hesitation in asking just that, as she is a slut. I don’t think being a slut is at all a terrible thing.  There is much that can be learnt from sluts.

One of the sexiest things is a girl who believes with all her being that she is the most fabulous thing in the room.  (There is a fine line between delusional vanity and self-confidence, however.)  This belief can come from wearing clothes that make you feel good, not whatever society says is appropriate.  It can come from knowing that if you are turned down by the girl or boy you have sexy-eyes for, you know it is not about you but about them, and you don’t cry about it.  (You just move on to the next pretty person.)  It can come from knowing that at the end of the night, you will have safe and sober sex – there’s not much fun in being too drunk or coked up to even remember what happened, nor in waking up the next morning with a burny itch down there.  Not to mention not being able to fit into your latex corset in three months time.  And it can come from knowing that even if the sex is pretty terrible, you will learn from it, even if it is just learning what you really don’t like.

It’s not that I don’t love my boyfriend, and I truly don’t want to break up with him for any reason, even to become a slut.  But before I began a serious relationship it would have been interesting to meet a few girls who embraced their sluttiness and were willing to share their knowledge.

(although my boyfriend says he wouldn’t mind if I did, as long as I shared this knowledge with him afterwards.)

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3 comments to If I Didn’t Have A Boyfriend I Think I’d Like To Be A Slut

  • haha this was adorable and hawt! :D i’m bisexual so i feel your pain… there is something intoxicating about a woman who exudes confidence like that despite what society may think of her. she is a secret role model for most women i think, despite what they say.

  • @mermaid – You’re probably the only person who has actually ‘got’ this :) I guess this sort of woman is the target of jealousy – she knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to get it, and I don’t think that only applies to sex. I know I’d love to have that confidence!

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