Red Hot: Chapter One - Sex Stories

Red Hot: Chapter One

... infrequently, moonlighted as a cam girl, but that was only when she wanted to get off and didn’t feel like going out to find somebody to fuck. Miss Ardmore didn’t care about the money; she just liked being watched. She also ran a sex advice blog that was slightly popular and even picked up as a feature by a few websites.

Most of her days, however, were spent in pursuit of personal interests and getting stoned. Other than sex, which topped every one of Gwen’s lists, getting lit on some fine, green herb was her second passion. The sultry vixen loved the tingling, euphoric effects, and, of course, getting high made her horny as fuck, so the two pursuits went hand-in-hand, or, rather, finger-in-cunt. To her, smoking the ganja aligned with her rebellious self-image. Society deemed her to be a slut, so she dressed and acted like it. Popular opinion saw her as an attention whore; she adorned her body with insubordinate ink and heavy makeup, dressing to attract other’s focus. Other than everyone thinking that she was a nympho slut, she loved her life, her lavish but small two-bedroom home, and her multitude of pursuits. She also loved “playing the field” to get hot, kinky, wild sex.

Her nights were often spent in pursuit of sexual pleasure. Despite her vehement denials, once Gwen got into a sexual mood, she turned into the insatiable, nasty slut everyone assumed she was. Deep within her subconscious, she knew this, even reveled in it, but she had fooled herself into pretending ...

... that she was simply a sex-positive young woman. Gwen avoided the reality that everything got her into a sexual mood, though.

On one particularly warm summer night, the full moon crowding the night sky, her sex drive had exploded into a horny eruption. Her cunt needed to feed. Gwen’s spare bedroom was devoted to her “clothing-whore” hobby and a few other pastimes she enjoyed. Without any conscious thought, she chose a very slutty ensemble. Instinctively, she applied multicolored, slutty makeup, giving her erogenous features a higher octave of overt sexuality. Gwendolyn teased out her hair, making it big and wild, that just-got-fucked-hard look.

Her attire, as always, matched her horniness. Black, leather, adventurous boots enshrouded her feet; skin-tight, midnight-hued tights adhered to her lithe legs and plump, scrumptious behind. A horizontally striped halter, nearly backless with just some colorful strings for a collar, showed off her ink and erect nipples. Other than a tiny, black purse, that was all she wore. Even though Gwen owned a fancy sports car and a motorcycle, she opted to call a private chauffeur. Outwardly, she thought it was because she was very intoxicated, but, inwardly, it was because she wanted to present herself as affluent. A uniformed driver bespoke of wealth.

A club called The Darkness, secreted away in the demilitarized zone between the bustling, affluent city and the suburbs, was her destination. Originally a large church, the previous use of ...