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Resolution to Evolution
Two days after the Christmas sabbatical my sexual remission lapsed. My needs and thirst became unquenchable, my lust uncontrollable and my desperate need actionable. I posted ads on 7 sites…a cock junkie begging for a fix. My wait was short in duration.
The inquiry was not unique, the requests, queries and desires not unusual…but nonetheless the specificity of need paramount…the catalyst for my 27 year addiction…fulfill every request…exceed every expectation, and earn the words “you are the best”. I never have been ashamed and have relished the title of slut. …Always encouraged by an open and confident husband who recognized that my purpose was to offer myself completely and without shame or limitation.
I arrived at his hotel; dressed as he had requested, with fragrance of his choosing and with my hair as mandated. He was an average man, in his 50s, a few extra pounds, and a bit shy, but tonite he was in charge, in control and dictated the dance. I was his and I loved it.
I served him without limitation, denied him nothing and honored his darkest needs, craving each moment. As we approached the finality, our bodies locked, his bare cock as deep as he could thrust in me, I held him close and whispered the words that every man craves…I met every thrust and was shuttering and shaking as his cocked jerked and pulsed, spraying his warm sperm into me, for a short period as intimate as two people can be.
We lay motionless our sweating bodies at rest for a brief period until his now flaccid cock withdrew and his semen dripped from my open hole…and then I was graciously excused, my purpose fulfilled.
There was nothing special or unique about our time…except he was number 10,000. The event I had imagined and dreamed of for over 25 years..,nothing like I envisioned, no balloons from the ceiling, no confetti, no brass band playing John Philip Sousa marches…just me in a strange and lonely retrospect..an empty abyss, an anti-climatic haze of men, encounters, exposure and emptiness.
A quiet few days offered a vision of clarity…a chapter had closed, a goal fulfilled, a journal full of experiences undeniable and mine for ever…but continuing in the same vein seemed trite and unsatisfying…10,100…10,200…just numbers…the benchmark achieved.
Nothing in the above lessens the sheer joy, excitement, anxiousness, lust and intoxicating risk I experienced down the path. While it’s doubtful there will be any entries in the annals of history, I’m proud of the achievement. It required unyielding commitment, a supportive husband and of course thousands of willing men…I’m so fortunate to have experienced each.
I’m equally proud of the darker pursuits,, enslavement, the BBC groups, the endless gang bangs..
Yet my sexual needs had not been extinguished or sated. A reflection over the past 27 years revealed clear memories of two situations…the hard, intense, and challenging, and the intimacy for those where a mental bond formed. Everything else merely a non recallable entry in a lengthy journal.
Older now with a preference for single malt scotch over jello-shots, the mature and interesting rather than the young and empty and a fear of age relegating me to a tawdry caricature of a washed up …evolution is inescapable and it’s coming.
Over the coming days the evolution with be orchestrated, implemented and realized. Stay tuned!
Finally a special thanks to the many friends who accepted me, were always close by with a warm hello, words of encouragement and pushed me to be better. All the best, Jenn.
Travel Schedule: I’ll be making my way back to Florida later in the week and will be making stops as I head south
Atlanta 29, 30, Oct 1
Openings late night Oct 1, early AM Oct 2
Avalon Hotel Alpharetta
Private Dates available
A bit about me....for those who could give a damn...
I was born with the gift or the curse of insatiable sexual hunger...perhaps an unknown gene, psychological disorder or hormone imbalance. In school I was the bad . I sucked my first cock at , and soon was in high demand. I liked the attention, the feeling and the reputation. In high school I fucked the football team and was soon sleeping with of my teachers. I liked everything about it.
After high school I had a series of entry level jobs in Manhattan. A with a broom closet apartment in the big city. I had already learned my first lesson in marketing, and merchandised myself as fun, flirty, and promiscuous. I was confident in my desirability and aggressive in my approach. Of the 5 jobs held , I was fucking 4 of the bosses within 2 weeks. I sucked off on my interview setting the tone of my employment and work skills.
As the smarter and more studious girls were working overtime on paperwork, I was in the Hamptons, on the corporate jet or sailing. It seemed so simple and logical...
I subsequently entered college, and funded 7 years of education by monetizing my body...working as nude dancer, lingerie model, girl, , and street worker. About 1800 men used me...and I used them...a perfect exchange, but fair as my reputation grew with repeats and referrals. The experience taught me much about pleasing, and serving as well as understanding a mans body. I was never ashamed, but proud in the pleasure I offered.
After college, a combination of luck, skill, work ethic, and some wonderful mentoring launched a successful business. I was driven, exploited my niche, but remembered my other side. My initial contracts were based upon solid business proposals, closed by sexual use by my . It worked.
The business prospered and I soon was running a 65 employee firm. I developed into the classic “boss cunt”...brutal, demanding and non compromising. I spent my days chopping off the balls of men who got in my way and rigorously protected my brand.
During this period, financial success proved stressful, and I needed a release...the bi-polar Jenn emerged. Almost as penance for my daytime behaviors, I entered the world of submission, degradation and depravity...a therapy to create balance. I sought the darkest of experiences, the complete destruction of my ego, the reduction to a mindless sexual toy. It was my addiction. I enjoyed the unknown, the risk, the complete sexual objectification. It was to become the ongoing “Side B”
While in Palm Beach I met an older man, quiet, cerebral, and mysterious.
Our casual conversations soon lead to our first official date. We enjoyed a refined evening of dinner, conversation and exploration. I expected an evening of sex, but was unprepared for his brutal attack.
He refused to enter my pussy, instead fucking my ass brutally, he face fucked me , with an hour of ATM...me ultimately puking and covering his clock and balls. He continued until his sperm pulsed from his cock deep into my throat...me choking. He ordered me keep his cock in my mouth as he slowly softened. Soon the first drops of his urine flowed from his cock into my mouth....”don’t lose a drop bitch” as he emptied his full bladder full stream. I swallowed multiple time fulfilling command...and then collapsed in tears.
Eventually we were married in a unique, unconventional bond of total communication, coupled with sexual depravity. He had me bred in an intense day interracial breeding ritual resulting in a beautiful .
Which bring us to the present...a , slut, toilet slave.
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