I thought I had hit my peak sexually in my teen years, but, looking back now, fifteen years later, I realize I had no clue back then…

When you’re a teen, you are so horny and hot for anything that moves. Any position will do, just anything to get to that triumphant moment. Plus, growing up in the Bible Belt of the South, at least in my family, sex is shamed and only for reproducing, women shouldn’t have pleasure.

That’s why I say that I knew nothing back then. You could say that my sexual life up until recently has been plain vanilla. Always the same, never exciting or passionate. I was always treated as a porcelain doll, to be placed on the shelf, barely played with. And if I was played with, only gentle hands were used, soft words spoken. With this innocent, sweet face, no one could guess how I craved to be treated, craved to be owned and used.….

After years of regretful sex, years of faking orgasms, years of replying, “Yes, it was good for me too,” with a fake grin on my face, I had finally met my match.

I didn’t think Tinder would come through for me the way it did, but boy am I glad I signed up that day. We chatted for a few days and made sure the connection was right. And was it ever! So many things in common… and both of us wanted to explore BDSM, something neither of us has had. We decided to meet up one morning for coffee and see if the connection was as good as it was over the phone. I was so nervous! I hadn’t dated in a while since my divorce and my track record wasn’t the greatest. But I got myself all dolled up for my date. My long brunette hair, wavy and full. Wearing an off-the-shoulder blouse and tight, fitted leggings. I took one last look in the mirror before I left, my bright blue eyes staring back at me..

“Don’t fuck it up, Ava.” I say to my reflection. I grab my purse and leave, not knowing that this date would change my life for good.

Pulling up at the parking garage, I see him, standing outside his truck, waiting for me. He looked just like his pictures, tall, lean, with blue eyes and a beard. I melted just seeing him.

I got out of my car and said, “Well, hi Anthony.”

He walked towards me and replied, “Finally” as he crushed his lips to mine, in one of the most passionate kisses I had ever experienced. The way our mouths moved together, so in sync, it was phenomenal.

He pulled away reluctantly and said, “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t wait for the end of the date for that.”

“I'm glad you didn’t, that was amazing,” I said.

And so he grabbed my hand and we started our walk to the coffee shop, stopping every few feet to kiss one another in the middle of the sidewalk. We were absolutely mesmerized by each other. We got lost in time and space together and before you knew it, he asked me to go back to his place. I couldn’t say no, I needed to see if he could deliver all the naughty things he said he could. And so we went.

As soon as the door slammed slut behind us, he had me in his arms, kissing my mouth, my neck, and my shoulders. We scrambled to take off each other's clothes until finally, we were both naked. I stepped back to look at him, his chiseled chest, the delicious V down to his hips, to the biggest cock I had ever seen. At nine inches, it was thick too, I knew I had to taste it.

I dropped to my knees right there and grabbed his thick cock in my small hands and licked at the tip.

I looked up at him and begged him, “Can I please put it in my mouth?”

For a reply, he put his hand on the back of my head and plunged his dick right into my mouth. He fucked my face like I had been craving, he used my mouth for pleasure.

“Take it all, slut”, Anthony growled at me.

My pussy flooded upon hearing that. Just how I’d always wanted. I took his cock as deep as I could, gagging and choking myself on it. Making it nice and sloppy, strings of my slobber, falling down to my tits and stomach. Until he got his fill, grabbed me under my arms to pull me up, and tossed me onto his bed. I was finally being manhandled and tossed around like a rag doll. I was in heaven. I laid back where he threw me and opened my legs for him. I played with my big DD tits, enticing him to come and join me. He was watching me at the edge of the bed, stroking his hardness for me. It was when I gently, oh so gently, stroked my clit and moaned, he couldn’t take it any longer and buried his face between my legs. He was very talented with that tongue, he even shoved a couple of fingers inside me and made me squirt. His beard was covered in my wetness, he came up and kissed me, letting me taste myself. His cock was hard and ready to get inside, he didn’t even have to guide it in. He stretched my pussy with that big cock so good, I had never felt anything like it. He made me cum more times than I had ever before with another person.

That night, we fucked for six hours, he made me squirt four times (not something I do often), so many positions too. It was the best sex I had ever experienced in my life. I was hooked. Not only did we connect emotionally and mentally but physically as well. Something I’ve never experienced all at once. I couldn’t let him get away and he felt the same for me. So we married, less than a year later. Although this happened years ago, that date feels like yesterday to me, it started a whole new life with someone who gets me on all levels. And encourages me to explore and wants to explore with me.

This is my story, the born-again slut.