It was Fab that made her, in the end.
She’d always been shy, timid, lacking in self confidence. She appeared very prim and proper. But beneath that exterior something else lurked. For as long as she remembered she’d wanted to be watched, desired, hungered for. Almost before she knew what sex was, she wanted to be lusted after.
She’d never had much luck dating, she didn’t dare put herself out there. Yes, she’d had sex, but it’d never been enough. Something was missing. Her upbringing had taught her that her unspoken desires were shameful, unnatural in a woman. She suppressed them as hard as she could, and it ate at her for years.
Her taste in porn ran extreme, so she gathered: never less than five men to one woman. Maybe that would quench her thirst. But that kind of thing didn't happen, did it?
In her private Googling when home alone she’d come across Fab, swinger’s clubs, greedy girl nights. It all called out to her, her deepest, most forbidden desires. No. She didn’t dare. Did she? And finally one day something snapped, and she joined the site. |
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She’d never received so much attention in all her life. It was utterly overwhelming, to be honest, and she nearly packed in the whole enterprise after the first couple of hours, her eyes glazing over from the hundreds of messages that poured in. How to even make sense of it all?
She picked well, fortunately. Some of the people she spoke to early on coaxed her out of her shell, little by little. They advised her on dealing with the madness. After they gained her trust, they went further. They delighted in her body, and her body delighted in the pleasure that they gave her. The sheer thrill of the passion and intimacy without obligation. And orgasms like she’d never experienced before. She was astonished to find that she could bring these “hardened swingers” to their knees. She was a natural in the bedroom. And these guys told her about a world where all her fantasies were possible: painted a picture like Aladdin on his magic carpet. She longed to believe. But could she? Would others really want her, beyond the empty flattery that she now realised that so many Fab messages contained? |
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She did begin to notice that all this sex didn’t necessarily help with her libido. The more she had, the more she wanted. She began to have to resist the urge to think about sex when she should be working, play with herself, spend all her free time meeting again and again. But she felt liberated, more at peace than perhaps she ever had. This whole world just made so much sense.
Her first threesome was a great success: after the hiccup of nerves, it all just seemed so natural. Her body knew what to do, and my God, yes, two was indeed better than one. And far from the intimidating places full of stunning people she’d assumed, clubs were wonderful places. The way heads turned and watched her. Sometimes even just being followed: lusted, chased after, like she’d always hoped for. Heck, in her first club visit she worked through every single guy there. Three at any one time, her body knowing what to do, in absolute reverie. Cock proffered like offerings to her. A bit mechanical in parts, certainly, but it was just so filthy. And she felt so fulfilled. Everything just seemed a bit brighter, more optimistic, in her everyday life. There was a new spring in her step. |
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Clubs became a bit of a mixed bag for her: sometimes it was amazing to get so much attention and to have as much sex as she wanted, on her terms. Other times, she couldn’t believe that she became a bit jaded being followed so much. It is the nature of the beast, and she still pinched herself wondering if it was all real. She had many different experiences, some vanilla, some not so, banter with the queue of guys waiting to fuck her, passionate but public one on ones. She made friends. She found her place.
She finally got around to organising a gangbang. Oh, the messages flooded in again. She accepted way more than she could handle, assured of the high dropout rate. Five showed up in the end, and she smiled, thinking of her porn viewing. How appropriate. She still looked shy, and in fact was told later that one or two of the guys didn’t think she would be up for it. But that changed. She took off her dress, let it drop to the floor. Watched all eyes on her as she stepped out of it in her tiny, skimpy faux leather bra and thong. Oh, yes. This is what life is all about. |
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