It always struck me as odd that men take the blame for slut shaming in today's society. I honest to God can't remember ever using the word slut in the context of shaming, and yeah, sure, there are a few immature younger guys that toss this word around the first time they have a drunken one night stand, but men as a whole I feel judge sluttery on an entirely different level. For me personally, I'll never think a girl is a slut until she proves herself to be one.

A one night stand? For fuck's sake, this happens so often I'd have to swear off the entire human race as sluts if this was my metric. A woman cheating on her husband? Nah, it's gonna take more than this. A girl that wants to get double teamed? I guess we are getting closer to slut territory, but still, it's a pretty fucking reasonable fantasy to have, and I'm not dumb enough to think that women aren't just as human as everyone else, just as sexual as everyone else, and fantasize about nasty shit just like everyone else. If you want to know what a slut really is, then I've got the story for you...

It was just another night on the town. I hadn't been going out much at the time and honestly was just lookin forward to meeting a few of my bros, zero expectations for the night. I arrived first, made small talk with some ladies while I waited for my bros to get there. After my lumberjack resembling broseph arrived, we shot the shit for a few minutes of fun light-hearted banter. As we cracked a few laughs I caught her glance from the corner of my eye. The stare that lasts a split second longer than a meaningless glance would. With my spider senses on high alert I made the approach. It started with the typical hey nice to meet you chit chat, high energy banter has never really been my thing.

After grabbing a drink we moved to a sofa in the corner and continued our get to know you chit chat. "So, what do you do for fun?" The words left my mouth with little meaning or expectation, auto-pilot mode had commenced. I half expected to hear about how she loves Gossip Girl, shopping, and is a boring little good girl that deserves everything but does absolutely nothing... The answer however, took me by surprise.

"Well, you know, shopping, drinking, dancing... fucking..." Hmmm, this was an interesting twist, even in my vast experience I had yet to encounter a woman so willing to lay it on the table. After my obligatory "I can't believe you just said that lol" face drifted back to normal, it was obviously time to escalate, this would not be the most difficult lay in my books, I'm quite certain even a drunk vicodin snorting heroin hazed hippy could land the ship with runway lights this bright.

So after fifteen minutes and one drink, there I am, sitting on a couch making out with a woman almost half my age. Directly to boner town here we come, do not pass go, do not collect two-hundred dollars. I grab her by the hand and walk out the door, I'm not the type of guy who bones chicks in public bathrooms (I've got standards you know) so I find a suitable stairwell that looks like it won't be used for at least a few minutes. She gets on her knees pulls my cock out and immediately goes to town. Even with all the notches on my belt I'm in disbelief that an 18 year old who just graduated from high school a week ago is sucking my cock like her life depends on it. Enough foreplay, I bend her over, pull those panties off and pound that shaved wet pussy into the ground. She has perfect form and technique, a league of her own if you will, she oozed cock-crazed hunger that could put a worldclass anal gangbang porn star to shame. "Don't worry I'm on the pill, fill my pussy with cum." Oh my, how can a gentleman like myself resist such sweet words of temptation, to deny her would be yet another blow to women's rights, so I must do my service to ease the suffering of this young woman.

We finish up and went back to the venue, I actually did want to chat with my bros but this one caught me off guard. We grabbed another drink and sat back down, her hand immediately started inching towards my cock. "I want more..." she whispered in my ear. Obviously, I wasn't going to accomplish anything else at the venue in terms of conversation with the bros, so we downed this last drink swiftly and made our way swiftly out of the venue.

Arriving at my apartment, she immediately gets on her knees for another round of smoke the sausage, but I need to take a piss... I couldn't stand the thought of her suffering another minute without being in the presence a cock, so I pull her into the bathroom with me, I tell her to get in the tub and take off her clothes, she does and immediately opens her mouth as wide as possible... "I'm thirsty..." Due to the half-boner, it takes me a minute before the golden shower commences, but once it did her eyes lit up as if she'd just witnessed a glorious breathtaking aurora. She gladly drank it, begging for more, barely able to contain herself, and refusing to let even a single drop go to waste.

We moved back to the bedroom, and I slapped on R.Kelly's "Ignition," as nothing less would have been appropriate. She starts giving the extra sloppy blowjob, the only kind to give before you fuck a girl in her asshole. Which of course, I once again could not deny from her, I honestly don't think she would have survived another day without a cock rotating every hole she has available, it would have been cruel to leave her in suffering. And I, being a modern man, am firmly against any form of cruelty against women.

Before finishing the second time, I let my professions of love slip from my toungue in a moment of weakness: "Girl's like you make me wish I had three dicks, so I could cum in your mouth pussy and asshole all at the same time." She wass gleefully smitten about having her third and final orifice filled with my bodily fluids, but slightly dismayed that I don't actually have three cocks. "I really want to try a gangbang sometime..." By this point nothing surprising can come out of my fair maiden's mouth, I wouldn't be surprised if she was hiding someone else's cock in there. But I was curious, "How many guys and: black white or asian?" "Hmmm, well... I guess about ten would be good, and I don't care as long as they have big cocks, fuck me hard, and treat me like a dirty slut."

This was the moment that I finally understood what the term slut is supposed to describe. No, it's not the girl from a drunken one night stand. All women, slutty or not, are fully capable of this. No, it's not the woman cheating on her husband with the mailman. The cheating wife is simply too common place this day and age. No, it's not the girl who fucked the star quarterback at a frat party. A true slut is on a different level, and the most ironic part was that I respected her so much more than all these other "non-slutty" women.

The reason for it was very simple, she is the only one of the bunch that was capable of true honesty. She loves dick and made it very clear. There was no "I'm a good girl bullshit," no shit testing, no feigned last minute resistance in effort to cover up her desires and feelings of sexual shame. She knew what she wanted and she was honest about it, a level of honesty that I wish more women were capable of. It made me think that slut is almost a useless word this day and age, because the only ones using it are women, and the only reason they use it is because they truly hate the idea of honest sexuality. Because honest sexuality is a quick path to lowering the value she can command with her vagina, she feels oppressed in her duty as a woman to hide her sexuality, because she wants to get paid for her pussy, but also she wants to go out and get stuffed with cocks at the same time. It's a conflicting emotion that causes her distress when confronting her true desires, with an easy scape goat to channel her self-loathing towards: men. Slut is simply a term with little meaning to me anymore, and in a twist of irony, it's used more as a word to oppress men as "slut-shamers" than it is used as a word to oppress women for their sexuality. Which truly leaves the mind baffled in contemplation as to how we as men found ourselves in such a situation, and begs the question: "Will women ever be happy? Or will they just keep demanding more and more and more until we have nothing left to give."

[Tokyo Pickup - Chronicles Of A Nymphomaniac]