Straight Female / 31
My name is Kimmi and I'm lots of things. I'm a DC nerd and have been since I was a kid. I'm a gamer and might be able to best you at Fortnite. I'm a chubby girl who dyes her hair white blonde and wears the cutest catgirl glasses you've ever seen. What scares me, though, and the reason for my confession, is the thing I never expected to be. I'm an incredibly submissive slut for my husband. I dream about him, crave him, debase myself for him and single handedly set feminism back 40 years all by myself. To please him, to be his plaything, to give myself to him. It's my purpose and I take it very seriously.
He and I have been married a few years, after both of our previous marriages ended. I was in an abusive relationship, he was in a loveless marriage. We worked together and were friends, but I really didn't see him that way at the time. Once we were both single at the same time, I watched girl after girl throw herself at him legs open to try and land on his cock. It was amusing to watch and I think that's what changed my mind about him. He didn't go on a fuck rampage in our office - he dated one girl for a few months and that was pretty much it. From then on he played defense. That's when we started talking (our little cubicles open up to one another, so it's very easy to do). And since I was debating being a lesbian myself from then on due to my bad previous situation, he was so easy to talk to. Still is. And I'm definitely not a lesbian.
So I don't have a single hot story to share, just a lot of teases and near connections between us up until we finally got together. But I will share that when we finally had our big fuck, it was more like a full day of fooling around - kissing, tickling, playing, naked, sex, eat. Repeat. When I was on my knees for him, it was right. He deserved the pleasure I was giving him. I felt no shame at being his little cock whore, like I was the starlet in a porn movie and he was my nameless costar. I was his focus, his desire, and most importantly, his fat little hole he was going to slide into again and again. I've never felt more wanted and sexy in my life. I talked dirty to him, laughed with him, blushed, cried, and came on his fingers, his tongue, his cock, his leg. He got inside my mind and made me something new that weekend, and we've been a thing ever since.
Not the most exciting confession ever, but I need someone else to know what a good dick can do to a girl's mind. I'm warped and crazy, jealous and horny all day, and pretty much can't wait to get home to paw at him and get him inside or on me. A library of pussy pics in my phone for him. Dirty texts, things I reread and can't believe I agreed to do with him. Wearing nothing but an apron and heels, serving him an old fashioned and then sucking his cock while he enjoys the drink. I serve him, I deserve him, and I fuck him like a slut possessed to keep him.
I can't be the only woman out there that thinks like this.
XOXO
Kimmi
He and I have been married a few years, after both of our previous marriages ended. I was in an abusive relationship, he was in a loveless marriage. We worked together and were friends, but I really didn't see him that way at the time. Once we were both single at the same time, I watched girl after girl throw herself at him legs open to try and land on his cock. It was amusing to watch and I think that's what changed my mind about him. He didn't go on a fuck rampage in our office - he dated one girl for a few months and that was pretty much it. From then on he played defense. That's when we started talking (our little cubicles open up to one another, so it's very easy to do). And since I was debating being a lesbian myself from then on due to my bad previous situation, he was so easy to talk to. Still is. And I'm definitely not a lesbian.
So I don't have a single hot story to share, just a lot of teases and near connections between us up until we finally got together. But I will share that when we finally had our big fuck, it was more like a full day of fooling around - kissing, tickling, playing, naked, sex, eat. Repeat. When I was on my knees for him, it was right. He deserved the pleasure I was giving him. I felt no shame at being his little cock whore, like I was the starlet in a porn movie and he was my nameless costar. I was his focus, his desire, and most importantly, his fat little hole he was going to slide into again and again. I've never felt more wanted and sexy in my life. I talked dirty to him, laughed with him, blushed, cried, and came on his fingers, his tongue, his cock, his leg. He got inside my mind and made me something new that weekend, and we've been a thing ever since.
Not the most exciting confession ever, but I need someone else to know what a good dick can do to a girl's mind. I'm warped and crazy, jealous and horny all day, and pretty much can't wait to get home to paw at him and get him inside or on me. A library of pussy pics in my phone for him. Dirty texts, things I reread and can't believe I agreed to do with him. Wearing nothing but an apron and heels, serving him an old fashioned and then sucking his cock while he enjoys the drink. I serve him, I deserve him, and I fuck him like a slut possessed to keep him.
I can't be the only woman out there that thinks like this.
XOXO
Kimmi
