My Sexual Odyssey Part IV: From Slut to Whore - Sex Stories

My Sexual Odyssey Part IV: From Slut to Whore

The next day as I went to work, I wondered what adventures lay before me. In a sense, it was up to me, in that I just had to put myself out there, not to mention put out. Still, the outcomes are unpredictable: I had no way of knowing ahead of time that a coffee date would turn into such a wild experience. When I arrived home I called Tom, and told him everything that happened the previous day. He seemed pleased for me, and encouraged me to continue with my adventures. I resolved to call another of my admirers from the club, and see what would come of it. As I scanned the remaining scraps of paper, and attempted to decipher the scrawls, I realized I had no idea which name and number belonged with which man. That was off-putting, but there was no alternative other than not calling anyone. I selected one, almost randomly, but chiefly because I could make out the number. I then took a deep breath, and pushed the buttons. After an interval, a man’s voice answered. “Hi, Brad? This is Tracy. From the other night at the club?” “Oh, hi! I’m surprised to hear from you! So many times people say they’ll call, then you never hear from them again.” “I know, and I don’t want to be like that. So....” “Well, anyway, I’m not too sure what to say next. Would you like to get together sometime?” “Yes, of course.” “Great. When’s good for you?” “I work of course, but I’m free at night.” “Me too. So, maybe tomorrow then?” “Okay. What would you like to do?” “That’s a loaded question for a girl to ...

... ask a man!” Nice that he thinks of me as a girl. But then, why not? That’s how I presented myself; that’s how I looked when he met me, and that’s what he was attracted to. “Still, we should decide on where we are going to go, right?” “Of course! How about we go for a drink, then we can talk and get to know each other?” “Sounds good.” “Okay, great, I’ll pick you up. Eight o’clock?” “Okay, let me give you my address.” “Great, thanks.” Then we hung up, and I wondered how much was going to happen on our date. Then it occurred to me that, as a girl, it was always up to me. Therefore, there was nothing to wonder about. Nothing would happen that I didn’t want to happen, and anything I wanted to happen almost certainly would. Consequently, there was no reason to wonder, much less worry, but of course I did anyway. Of course, why were we getting together at all? Obviously for sex. It is not as though we were seeking a platonic relationship, and clearly romance was not the goal. Therefore, there was no other reason for us to meet besides sex. Consequently, there was no point in pretending otherwise, or in wondering what would happen. We were meeting to have sex, if not on the first date, then soon, and since sex was what both of us were after, why not the first date? If the chemistry wasn’t there, it wouldn’t be there on a second date. If the chemistry wasn’t there, there would be no second date. So okay, we were going to fuck. The only question that remained was where. That we would ...