A Whore For Manwhores

I’ve always been an unusual girl. I don’t sit on the sidelines cheering on the boys, I am in the game, but not as an opponent – I am on the same team.

Manwhores are the company I keep. They are my buddies, my defenders, and my lovers. We compare notes, brag and often try to outdo each other. It’s a thrill for them to know a girl that is more fucked up than they are. I’m their female doppelgänger – they admire my sexuality, sense of freedom and openness, and share my philosophy. We have the same outlook on life – to “live fast, die young, be wild and have fun.” I get them and they get me, and together we find comfort in our acceptance and friendship. Manwhores are my people.

As the promiscuous girl I am, I’m in the peculiar position of having a collection of manwhores to call upon. I often travel to their city or we just happen to be attending the same event in another country. I send out word that I’m in town. I’m not expectant, but of course my manwhores are happy to oblige… and even though they don’t like to admit it, they know they are owned.

At times I might have a manwhore standing-by during my stay in a city so when a play partner drops out, is a no-show or doesn’t fulfil my need… I call upon my manwhore to finish the job. I have a wonderful manwhore who will come to me whenever I need, even at 3AM after I have said goodbye to my last sub for the night just because I need that little bit extra to finish off a kinky weekend.

With one particular manwhore, we quite often meet up at a BDSM club – not to hang out or be exclusive as if on a date – we are there to play with others. I enjoy watching him flirt and fuck, putting on a show for me like a ringmaster in a circus… while I do my kinky shit with others too. When we pass each other in the rooms we naturally have a feel up or snog before we move on to our next prey. But at the end of the night we find each other to go back to my hotel where the party really begins.

A manwhore knows not to take his sweet-ass time getting back to me. He knows I’m legit, and if he snoozes, he looses. “Too late,” – I chuckle… – “I came, I fucked, I conquered” – …rubbing it in even further. Manwhores aren’t used to being teased, and when they realise that I am doing just that, they are charmed. I don’t think anyone can truly tease a manwhore into jelly except a whore herself.

 

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