The Little Slut I Hide Behind My Innocent Face

Hello. This is the first time I’ve dared to write something like this and, to be honest, doing it has me trembling with heat. I’d been wanting to for months, opening the page and closing it again without daring to go through with it, I’m not quite sure why. But today I made up my mind, partly because I’ve been wet since I got up and I needed to channel it somewhere other than the usual place.

I’m not going to say my real name. Here I’m Sienna, which is what I call that part of me that loves turning men on, being watched, desired, touched with their eyes before their hands. Everything I’m going to tell is real; I only change the names in case one of my lovers ever reads me. And the reason I hide is simple: it excites me too much to lead a kind of double life.

In the real world, most people suspect I’m a little slut because of the way I act and dress. But I don’t confirm anything. I don’t like talking about my private life with people who don’t matter to me, so I let them imagine. Let them slap labels on me. Let them look at me sideways in the supermarket. And meanwhile, having someone read my adventures anonymously turns me on like nothing else.

Now that that’s clear, let me introduce myself. Sienna, or Sie if you prefer, though if you call me little slut or whore I like it even more. I’m Mexican and I just turned twenty-three. People consider me pretty; they let me know that pretty often, for reasons I don’t understand. I have big eyes that make my gaze ridiculously sweet, and I love using it exactly when I’ve got a man in my mouth. My nose is small and my lips, while not full, draw attention. They’ve told me that a thousand times.

I already know what they really want me to describe is my body. What stands out most aren’t my tits: they’re small, though I have light brown nipples that men love to suck. What really catches the eye is my ass. Wide hips, thick thighs that could choke you without effort. I’m what they call chubby, a little fat but well proportioned, with a defined waist. There was a time when I didn’t like my body, and even so I always liked showing it off.

I dress in short skirts that show the curve of my ass when I bend over, low-cut tops with no bra so my nipples show. I’m a goth with a big ass, that’s how I define myself, though sometimes I wear light-colored clothes to give off an innocent vibe that contradicts everything else. That contradiction is exactly what I like provoking.

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My real sex life started once I was already an adult, although by then I’d already been getting to know myself alone for years. Since I was young I remember strange tingles between my legs that I didn’t know how to name. The first time I masturbated was because of stories like this one: I started feeling really good, slid my hand inside my panties, found my clit without even knowing what it was called, and when I rubbed it something so intense came over me that I thought I’d peed myself from how wet I got. From that day on I never stopped.

My first time with someone else was late compared to what my friends say, and the truth is I didn’t even enjoy it. I didn’t feel comfortable, there was no trust, and I was left with the feeling that this wasn’t for me. I went a long time without trying again. Then the pandemic came, lockdown, screens, and I discovered something that changed me: I was fascinated by sending nude photos to whoever interested me, and even more fascinated by being told they masturbated while looking at them.

One of my first intense experiences was with a guy I was chatting with back then. He was twenty-five, I was twenty-two, and although he ended up breaking my heart because I was naive, we had an incredible time talking. He sent me dick pics that, back then, seemed huge because I’d barely seen any others. He sent me videos of him jerking off, finishing on the screen with my photos open. I returned the favor: first in underwear, then naked, in every position, even videos of me slowly fingering myself while asking him to tell me what he’d do to me.

After him I had a boyfriend with whom I experienced some really delicious things. At first we were both inexperienced and I didn’t quite like him as a partner, but in bed we understood each other perfectly. We did everything except anal, and that’s still pending: even with lube it hurts me too much and I’ve never fully dared. With him I learned to ask for what I wanted out loud, and that opened up a whole world for me.

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Then I went to university and met several guys. By then I had already broken up with my boyfriend, and I admit it: I broke up with him because I cheated on him. I get off on cheating too much, so much that one of my recurring fantasies is having a partner who lets me be unfaithful to him, who feels humiliated and still forgives me. I’m not proud of it, but I’m not going to deny it here either, where nobody knows who I am.

Back then I was still seeing my ex, so with the other guys I didn’t feel the need to go all the way. They gave me some delicious groping and I sucked them off, but that was it. That changed the day one of the ones I liked most broke my heart. That’s when what I call my addiction to men began. I started fucking more, and especially with strangers. I was the typical girl who, on the first date, was already giving it up, though of course before meeting them I always asked for a photo to see whether I liked the look of them.

I realized that what really drives me crazy is feeling desired. To this day I can’t go very long without a good macho man giving me a proper fucking. Like I said, people are already saying I’m a little slut; I heard rumors that some think I charge. I deny everything, because the truth is I don’t charge. I like being fucked and I don’t do it for money, though I am curious to try it someday with someone I’m really attracted to. Sometimes I play innocent with the men I’m with, and almost nobody buys it.

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As for my preferences, I love men and their dicks, but women’s bodies turn me on too. I like busty women with big nipples. I’ve never been with one, but if it ever happened I’d love it to be with a woman who dominated me, who made me feel small for once.

With men I have a weird weakness: they always tell me I like the ugliest ones, and that may be true, but they’re the ones with the best dick and the ones who put in the most effort. Lately Black men turn me on a lot too. I haven’t been with one either, and just thinking about one pounding me slowly leaves me soaking wet.

Something I want to confess is that I almost always like being submissive in bed. I get turned on by rough sex, by being choked, slapped, and forced a little within the game. It depends on the guy: with some I bring out my dominant side, but most of the time what I want is for them to be rough, to insult me, telling me how slutty I am, to shout at me how much I turn them on. To spit on me, to record me. I almost always end up with bruises on my knees, hickeys on my tits, and red ass cheeks, and the next day I touch myself remembering it.

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My strongest fantasies right now are several, and I’m putting them down here because I get off on leaving them written out. Fucking an older man who treats me like a spoiled little girl. A threesome with two men, specifically two of my ex-lovers who don’t even know each other. Another threesome, but with a couple of strangers who use me both at once. Being tied up, unable to move, until I beg them.

There are more, and the dirtiest ones make me dizzy. My partner lending me to another man and watching while it happens. Selling my body once, not out of need but for the thrill of doing it. Being a secret porn actress, or selling nude photos without anyone around me knowing. Getting knocked up and then still being fucked while pregnant. Getting my tits done and making them so big they look like melons, just to show them off. Those are the ones that come to mind right now, while I’m fingering myself really nicely and sliding in my biggest dildo, thinking about who might be reading me.

I’ll leave it here for today. Later on I’ll keep telling you about my adventures, one by one, and I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed living them. If you’re a man, kisses on that dick I’d love to feel finishing on my face or on my ass. If you’re a woman, kisses on those tits I’d love to see bouncing up close. Signed, your trusted goth with a big ass, the little slut nobody knows exists.