The Slut's Manifesto

This is my first story, in it I want to tell about myself, and about my attitude towards sex, which is why I named it — The Slut's Manifesto.

Hello everyone)

My name is Natasha, I'm 26 years old, and I adore sex.

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A little about me: My height is 168cm; Weight 53 kg; Size 3 breasts, with large dark brown nipples; I have dark brown, almost black, little eyes; Straight black hair, just below the shoulders, and bangs down to my eyebrows; I have slightly tanned skin; And very plump and large lips (including my labia;), and also I have a clitoris about the size of a large pea). //

I love my body, and I love to show it off. I have

many open blouses, short skirts, and tight dresses. I like it when men look at me and enjoy my curves. Their glances give me pleasure, and I often deliberately strike openly erotic poses.

I belong to that type of girl who radiates sex. Everyone wants me, at least for a one-time thing, just to fuck. And I rarely deny myself the pleasure of having quality sex)

When it's hot (roughly from May to October) I can have up to three sexual acts (sometimes with different partners) a day. Sometimes I have full-on sex, sometimes I just give a blowjob.

And in the cold half of the year, the amount of sex decreases, because libido shrivels from the frost, and the amount of clothing doesn't help with having quick sex. So in winter I switch to oral mode.)

I started having sex quite early. At 15, I began pleasing guys with blowjobs. Six months later I tried anal sex. And at 17 I lost my virginity.

I've had sex with classmates, and with older students, and with friends, with neighbors from the yard, with fellow students, work colleagues (when I had a side job), dorm neighbors, random acquaintances... No, don't think it was with everyone at once (although that happened too), sometimes playing at love with one, then with another...

I've tried many places for sex, from beaches and haystacks, continuing with dachas and bathhouses, moving on to cars and tents, ending with toilets and elevators (a separate story for each case)...

My sexual experience is vast, I've tried a lot. I've had group sex, and orgies, and light prostitution, double penetration, fisting, squirting, lesbian sex, porn (I'll write a separate story about each case)...

But I do have taboos. All sorts of perversions (golden showers, coprophilia, incest, bestiality, gerontophilia, necrophilia, and pedophilia, beating) I consider wrong, asexual, and I try to stay as far away from such things as possible.

But still, despite my craving for sex, there are no gossip or rumors about me, as I don't disclose or publicize it, which I think is right. Because sex is like Vegas, what happens in the bedroom (or places substituting for it) stays there.

Yes, I've had more than enough sex, and more than necessary, but that's how I am and I can't do anything about it.

Yes, I understand that I am not a moral girl, and I probably won't make a good wife (because I have my head in the clouds). But I don't desire another life, and I believe that taboos on healthy sex are a sin.

If there were more sex in people's lives, the world would be a better place.

Among men there would be far fewer maniacs, perverts, rapists, dictators, in short — sexually unsatisfied sadists.

And among women there would be fewer bitches, bad mothers, gossips, schemers, in short — sexually unsatisfied fools.

Yes, I know that I am — "a slut and a whore", because I have sex every time I want to. And I know that Lenin was right when he said:

"— Who would want to drink from a glass that hundreds of lips have touched."

But nevertheless, I have my own opinion.

And it is this — a woman is created for sex, and to satisfy a man. If you disagree with this, then just think:

— Lionesses are in no way inferior to lions, neither in strength, nor speed, nor agility. It is the lionesses who hunt food for the pride.

— Female eagles, just like their male eagle, protect the nest, and hunt for food.

— Female bears, while raising their young, manage entirely without males, and even drive other bears away from their territory.

— Cows are as strong as bulls, and if her calf is in danger, she will smash everything in her path.

In the animal world, males and females are roughly equal.

But with humans — it's different.

We, women (first and foremost), are gentle and beautiful. Our bodies are soft, our nails are delicate, you can't really run very well with our breasts...

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Yes, I know hundreds of cases where a mother did the incredible (for human capabilities) to save her child. I've seen photos of female bodybuilders, I've heard that women serve in Masada, and I also like the tale of the Amazons. But if you take all this together, these are isolated cases, and more the exception than the rule. And if you talk about all women while referring to these "strong and independent" ones, and conclude that all women are like that, then you can safely claim that everyone is gay. After all, there are far more gay people than such "tough" women.

(I'm not saying that's bad, it's also good, and let it be so.)

So it turns out that women are not created equal to men. We are fragile and gentle before you. If we were created only for procreation, then we could protect our offspring ourselves. But for that we need you)))

Which means a woman is created for something even greater. For example, for beauty) Beauty and sex;)))

Maybe I'm stretching it. Maybe my logic is not logical. But I like it that way. Catholics fear the devil, Muslims shout Allahu Akbar, vegetarians eat only grass... Well, and I love sex.