I'm a Secret Slut

As much as I write about sex and talk about sex, when I actually have sex, it's always a thoughtless exchange. When I'm horny, the little voice in my head is turned off, and I only experience life through desires and urges, which I act upon. When I'm aroused, my ideas never develop into debate.

The words that come out of my mouth during sex are unthinking. The moans and grunts might sometimes resemble words, but I wouldn't know where they come from or who is saying them.

Someone completely new and unknown emerges when I am horny. She is stupid, impulsive and base. My everyday self pretends she doesn't exist, and often scorns her if reminded of her past actions. If a stranger asked me if I like to eat cum, I'd act shocked and offended and pass off the question as rude and insulting, but underneath my ironed clothes, I am crumpled somewhere, splayed out, panting and sweating, with cum on my lips.

I think this is why I find it so fun to write erotica; I am putting into definable words things that I shouldn't. I like to put penises into my mouth. It feels wrong to say that, but I find it so exciting. I love putting penises in my mouth and I love eating cum.

These things should stay within the window where I am wet and my partner is hard-- once he is soft, and I have wiped myself, normal life with normal words should return. I shouldn't put them into permanent words to exist whilst I'm pretending to be mature and serious elsewhere.

I shouldn't write that I love sucking wet and red cocks for strangers on the internet to read.

I shouldn't tell you that this morning, just after nine on the 14th of July 2025, I gave my boyfriend a blowjob after we had finished waking up.

The night before had been hot, so both of us were already undressed to our underwear. I can't remember what we were talking about; it was nothing important, but he must have gotten bored or impatient with what I said because I was interrupted by him pulling his underwear down and showing me his erect penis.

I was a bit irritated, but I also love sucking cock, so I didn't complain much. And of course, he wanted more than a handjob and told me this by pushing my head down.

When I'm studying at university, or just out getting coffee with friends, I wear perfume and like to pretend bad smells don't exist, like everyone else. My pussy smells like roses, obviously. When I have sex, though, I love smelling cocks. It has been very hot recently, and my partner and I were very sweaty, so up close I could really notice his cock scent, which made me crazy.

I could see the tip of his cock wet with precum and sweat. I love the way cocks strain against themselves when they're hard. It almost looks painful and desperate, how they turn purple and red, twitching with little spasms.

I pulled back his foreskin, smelling him even more intensely now, and enveloped his head in my mouth and sucked. With my lips wrapped around the shaft, I circled the tip with my tongue, getting under the ridge and tasting him all over.

Another fun fact about me is that I am pretty good at deepthroating. It's a sort of hidden talent of mine. I wasn't born with this skill, though; I've been trained with all the dicks I've sucked over the years, so now I can force a full seven inches down my throat no problem.

I love hearing my boyfriend groan when I take every inch, and he still presses the back of my head and calls me 'good girl' every time.

I love taking a breath after I take every inch, to admire the newly wet cock, standing up right, covered in saliva and precum. I become rabid, bobbing my head up and down, getting even wetter at the thought of his most intimate and dirty part assaulting my every sense.

Having a cock in your mouth feels so violating in a sexy way. It's all you can taste, smell and feel. If you open your eyes, you just see more cock and the pubes around the base.

Once I had become hot and sweaty with my workout, my boyfriend was ready to cum. We've been fucking a lot, he didn't cum as much as usual, but still the thick warm liquid poured into my mouth and I swallowed like a good girl.

We didn't have time for sex despite my pussy leaking at this point. I suppose you can be grateful because now I'm horny and masturbating writing this story.