E.M. Vanessa de Claireville
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7 years ago
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Sexual Depravity and Self Acceptance
People usually don’t like being called out for what they are. In the past I did not like it very much when I was called a slut or a whore in bed, both things I have thought of as shameful. I have scared many people I have dated away because of my raw unrestrained sexual energy. For example, I always fuck on the first date... why wait to figure out if you like having Sex with someone when that’s the first thing you should know as to whether the two of you will be compatible? Like, why would I invest time and energy into a guy if he can’t make me scream? But this sent out a message that I was only good for sex, that I was not the kind of girl they wanted to bring home to mother a put a ring on. It certainly didn’t help that I was trans. I kept trying to take things slow, to get to know them before sealing the deal so to speak, but I just have no self control around a cock and the guys seemed to know it so I would always end up on my back, full of cum, sometimes satisfied, sometimes not, but always leaving soon, only to be called in the middle of the night for sexual favors, never asked on a second date. I took a step back from dating because after a while it got so discouraging. I may be a slut, but I’m a slut with a squishy heart. In my slut phase I never lost sight of the fact that I was seeking THE ONE, a person that could satisfy my body, my mind, and my soul. And love comes in unexpected places, and of all places the most sexually charged and deeply kinky, Fetlife, would be how I found my one true Dominant and Daddy Viewfromafar. He never dismissed me and treated me as just another fuck, he held me close and made it his intention to make me fall head over heels in love with him and he succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. I’m going to be Daddy’s beautiful, loyal, and submissive wife... but even still the Slut in me will not shut up. There’s a craving in me for new hookups, new experiences, new partners and new sexual horizons. And it’s terrifyingly strong... it lies at the very core of who I am as a person, this all encompassing all consuming sexual desire that throbs within my breast. I think it terrifies Daddy, just how bottomless I can be, how my sexual cravings and thoughts never cease, how I am always taking subtle actions to tease or flirt or get laid. It scares him because it makes me do crazy things, many of which I’m not proud of and have paid for because I violated Daddy’s trust. I am never satisfied. I am always itching to push forward to new heights and new extremes. I am constantly pushing my loving fiancé out of his comfort zone and it causes very real problems for us... but Daddy is patient. Daddy is kind. And I know he wants what’s best for me. Daddy lets me play because he knows it’s something I need, that if I don’t I get cranky and I get restless and I start to cause trouble. And I try to respect his very generous rules. Yes, I’ve embraced the fact that I’m a whore, but just because I
People usually don’t like being called out for what they are. In the past I did not like it very much when I was called a slut or a whore in bed, both things I have thought of as shameful. I have scared many people I have dated away because of my raw unrestrained sexual energy. For example, I always fuck on the first date... why wait to figure out if you like having Sex with someone when that’s the first thing you should know as to whether the two of you will be compatible? Like, why would I invest time and energy into a guy if he can’t make me scream? But this sent out a message that I was only good for sex, that I was not the kind of girl they wanted to bring home to mother a put a ring on. It certainly didn’t help that I was trans. I kept trying to take things slow, to get to know them before sealing the deal so to speak, but I just have no self control around a cock and the guys seemed to know it so I would always end up on my back, full of cum, sometimes satisfied, sometimes not, but always leaving soon, only to be called in the middle of the night for sexual favors, never asked on a second date. I took a step back from dating because after a while it got so discouraging. I may be a slut, but I’m a slut with a squishy heart. In my slut phase I never lost sight of the fact that I was seeking THE ONE, a person that could satisfy my body, my mind, and my soul. And love comes in unexpected places, and of all places the most sexually charged and deeply kinky, Fetlife, would be how I found my one true Dominant and Daddy Viewfromafar. He never dismissed me and treated me as just another fuck, he held me close and made it his intention to make me fall head over heels in love with him and he succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. I’m going to be Daddy’s beautiful, loyal, and submissive wife... but even still the Slut in me will not shut up. There’s a craving in me for new hookups, new experiences, new partners and new sexual horizons. And it’s terrifyingly strong... it lies at the very core of who I am as a person, this all encompassing all consuming sexual desire that throbs within my breast. I think it terrifies Daddy, just how bottomless I can be, how my sexual cravings and thoughts never cease, how I am always taking subtle actions to tease or flirt or get laid. It scares him because it makes me do crazy things, many of which I’m not proud of and have paid for because I violated Daddy’s trust. I am never satisfied. I am always itching to push forward to new heights and new extremes. I am constantly pushing my loving fiancé out of his comfort zone and it causes very real problems for us... but Daddy is patient. Daddy is kind. And I know he wants what’s best for me. Daddy lets me play because he knows it’s something I need, that if I don’t I get cranky and I get restless and I start to cause trouble. And I try to respect his very generous rules. Yes, I’ve embraced the fact that I’m a whore, but just because I
