A naughty girls confession

[be****]

Where shall I start? At the beginning? At the end? Perhaps in the middle?

34 is my body count. 37 if I count the 3 before my adventures began. 16 years with a body count of 3. And in a year and a half I shot that number up to 37.

My ex husband. My first. We had fun. I've told others that our marriage was vanilla. It wasn't always. When we were together in the beginning I once put ice cream on his dick and sucked it off. Baskin Robbins Wild and Reckless Sherbert. Fitting name for a gal like me. We used toys for a time. We bought a strap on so he could dp me. Until the day came when I felt condemnation for being so wild and reckless. Not conviction, condemnation. I became overly religious. It was terrible for my mind and soul. It was bad. I was bad, in my mind at least, to act so promiscuous. I threw everything away. Then years of the vanilla lifestyle. Towards the end, though. We had put a rope up hanging from the ceiling in our room. It was above our bed. I asked my ex to tie my hands behind me with it, and fuck me like that. He did. But his demeanor afterwards....I don't think he liked it. I loved it.

There was Matt before I got married. And then Leon after my separation. Both fun, but still vanilla.

Now, to the other 34. 29 alone in 2025. 6, in 2026. Of The 29 in '25, four of them I don't remember their names, 11, were J names. I don't know why I find that funny. So many J names.

One was a girl, for a threesome. The only one I've ever done. We started in the living room then moved to the bedroom. Every time I was touched by either of them I gushed. Dripping in sweet pleasure. Sucking on her luscious tits, feeling the inside of her with my fingers and tongue. The sensation of giving another girl pleasure was intoxicating. Various vibrators and dildos were used. Him going back and forth between her and I. Bliss.

One of them was married. The married guy was supposed to be a threesome with his wife, but we never got that far. We met up multiple times. He'd pick me up in his SUV, drive to a secluded area where he would play with me until I could no longer bare it. Then he'd fuck me until he'd pull out and cum all over my ass or stomach. Once, we pulled off the side of the highway. A small dirt parking lot that overlooked a wildlife reserve. The idea of being so close to the road. So many people driving by, completely unaware of us being so risky and naughty. Another time, late at night at a closed park. Twice I met him at his home. His wife knowing what we were doing. The first time at the back part of his property. A cool, clear night. A big bon fire raging near his parked truck. High and in heaven, we played and fucked in the bed of his truck. The second time in his home. In their bed. He used a pussy pump on me. The sensation of that was...invigorating. He would tell me how he wanted to tie his wife up while she watched him with me. Make her beg to be used and involved in our play.

Two of them I referred to as daddy. Daddy 2.0 and Daddy 3.0. The daddy kink grew in me.

Three of them I met up with more than once. The rest were one night stands. All but one were found on Tinder. One was on Fet, and the only one I genuinely felt an ick with during and afterwards.

I took a break after him. Spiritual cleansing is important to me. The exchanging of energy, especially after a bad experience is necessary. No body wants to hold onto negative energy.

Top three experiences were the threesome, married guy, and Bon3z (nickname). Daddy 2.0.

Bon3z was by far my favorite of them all. There was genuine chemistry with him. No toys were necessary. That man knew exactly what he was doing when it came to foreplay. Our first time together we got a hotel. I sat on his face while he ate me out and fingered me. I soaked that bed. Soaked his face and chest in my juices. Thank goodness there were two beds, so we could at least sleep on a dry bed. I had high hopes that he'd be my forever daddy, but it was not to be.

Now, I see how it could be confusing how I could have 29 last year and 6 this year, with a body count of 34.

For this year, one was a repeat from last year. Threesome guy. Just him though. His girl was no longer in the picture. I rejoined Fet to seek out playmates for us. He desires another threesome and also for me to watch him get used by another guy. That fizzled out before long, though. Life circumstances have made it impossible for anything to happen anytime soon.

Of the remaining five...one was found on Facebook dating; another married guy. There's something about married men I find...interesting. Fulfilling their desire to be with someone who isn't their spouse. I always aim to please.

One was found at a cub. Three were found on Fet. Facebook guy and club guy were disappointing. No foreplay, no fun, just quick sex and a deeply unsatisfied me. I had taken a 6 month hiatus from guys after icky Fet guy. Again, with the conviction of my religious mindset. Bad, bad girl. So promiscuous and naughty. After 6 months I craved to be touched again. Conviction...condemnation be damned. I needed sex. I needed to be desired. I needed to release. Release the beast of sexual gratification.
The three remaining Fet guys...one talked a big game and had zero follow through. Two I called daddy. Do I have daddy issues... most definitely. I just love being a sweet, naughty girl for a dominant daddy. Daddy 4.0 and Daddy 5.0. So very different from one another, but both so very fun. Toys, bondage, impact play, sensory play. Both obsessed with my ass. Ass play has always felt very taboo to me. Probably because proper foreplay was never done before. I've come to enjoy it quite a bit now.

There are 13 others, no physical contact was ever made. Cyber fun. Distance was the main factor. And some just never made it past talking, phone sex, even though proximity wasn't an issue. Role play and race play. Naked combat, the first to make the other cum wins. A fantasy that included a secret finishing foot move. Kinky. Wildly kinky. Conversations that played out like a best selling erotica novel. I could probably write a whole book with the exchanges I have saved. One, I had met on Tinder, early 2025. I call him Daddy 1.0. Although we would like to meet, it's never worked out. He's married, has kids, a respectable full time job that allows him the opportunity to travel for work seminars. Which is where he gets most of his desires met. His wife is well aware how much of a dirty, dick loving, cum whore that he is. We share of all our individual experiences with another. We get off on comparing ourselves and our sexcapades. Who's the bigger cum slut. Him, by far.

Am I whore? A bonefide little cum slut? Likely, by some standard, yes. Sex isn't just sex to me, though. It's an exchange of energy. A joining of life ***, raw, "reckless and wild." A lifetime of repressing my innermost desires and feeling shame for having those desires. I love sex. I enjoyed my single female encounter, but I love the male body. Not just what he can do for me. The structure of his muscles. The slant of his collar bone. The sharpness of his shoulder blades. The bouncy jiggle of his bum. The body hair across his chest and down his legs. His full, beautiful beard if he has one. The thickness of the hair on his head. Running my fingers through it. His soft, tender lips. The roughness of his hands in mine. The color of his eyes. Those eyes that hold a life of stories and desire behind them. Triumph and defeat. Love and loss. They are a whole and complete person. And for however long I am given the privilege to know them, to see them, I cherish it. I bask in the radiance that is them. The fullness of their masculinity that compliments the fullness of my femininity. Each of them a wonderful experience that I got to have.

I hold them each inside my being. In my mind, I slowly take a quirk or characteristic of each and create for myself a perfect match. I put my wish out into the void and manifest for myself, my ultimate dominant daddy. My perfect dominant daddy. He's out there. The one who will fulfill all my desires. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, and piritually as well. I'm waiting for him. For us to find one another.

[Da****]

That was lovely. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Every part. I’m not the daddy you’re looking for unfortunately because I am not religious. I’m a spiritual man but it’s a limited thing. I’d still love to meet you. Also as a writer I can tell you that you are talented.

[aT****]

WOW! That has got to be the most beautifully detailed (and lengthy) recounting of one's kinky, sexual awakening and blossoming that I've ever read! Thanks for that. Hope you find you daddy

[St****]

U cant just erase 3 ppl from ur body count dumbass

[be****]

18 minutes ago, Sterben69 said:

U cant just erase 3 ppl from ur body count dumbass

They're not erased. Lol. Just minor after thoughts. I mere mistype. 😝