Confessions From a Craigslist Slut - Sex Stories

Confessions From a Craigslist Slut

... Something Good Tonight'. The text of the ad went on to describe how he had the worst week of his life and was just looking for something good to happen. He was a forty-five year old man which at that time I would never had gone for, but I suppose misery loves company and I kind of felt sorry for him. We corresponded back and forth a bit through email. I’ve learnt that this part is a bit of a game where you learn how serious someone is about actually hooking up. A lot of people just don’t follow through. We didn’t exchange pictures as neither of us were comfortable doing that. It was lucky that we lived in close neighbourhoods but neither of us wanted to use our houses. I also told him that this was my first time on Craigslist and I didn’t think I could have sex but I would give him a blowjob. In reality I really did want sex but I wasn’t yet ready to start fucking strangers. I think it was really just the intimacy that I was looking for that night. He was happy with a blowjob and we agreed to meet at a nearby coffee house. After the last email we agreed to meet in 30 minutes and I remember panic setting in. What the hell was I doing? Was I really going to go? Was I meeting with a psychopath who was going to kill me? I changed out of my pyjamas and put on jeans and a shirt. It was late and I didn’t have the time for anything fancy. I don’t believe I’ve yet described myself for you. Basically I am tiny and I am short. I’m a half-inch over five-foot-two. And yes that half-inch ...

... is very important! I weigh in at about 105 pounds. I have blue eyes with long blonde hair and what many have called a cute button nose face. My breasts are on the smaller side so we don’t need to go into detail about those. When I gave myself the final look over in the mirror I thought I looked pretty damn hot. I don’t have a car so I walked to the coffee house that night. It took me about fifteen minutes and my heart felt like it was beating a million times a minute the whole way there and my senses were on high alert. There is an adrenaline rush I get from doing something dangerous or doing something I know I shouldn’t. I definitely had that rush going that night. It was a huge contrast from the loneliness and depression that I had been in for the months prior. Maybe the rush is the reason I became addicted to doing this, maybe it was the feeling of basking in sunlight after being stuck in darkness for so long that got me hooked, or maybe just maybe I really am a slut and like hooking up with strange men. I got to the coffee house and there were only two tables with people at them. One of them was an older guy with a red baseball cap and a blue jacket. Just like he said he would be wearing. It is an odd feeling to both want and not want something so much at the same time. The fact that he was there was absolutely thrilling to me. And the fact that he was there was absolutely terrifying. I sat at his table and we exchanged awkward pleasantries as we checked each other out. He ...