Afternoon Delight

True account of a long ago fun encounter at a glory hold along with some reminiscing about earlier trips as well.

Every time Michael and I walked down the cracked and dirty sidewalk, past the old buildings toward the bookstore, it brought back memories of the first time I had taken the same walk with Michael. I always clung tightly to his hand…sometimes to his whole arm…when we went there. Michael almost always had something in mind for me if we were going to visit there. For a long time, it was simply doing nothing, just tormenting me with suggestions of all the little improprieties we could accomplish.

We had been going there for about five months on occasion and I had begun to accustom myself to being surrounded by porno magazines, walls covered from top to bottom in a rainbow of different colored dildos and vibrators, and video boxes with women exposed to varied degrees in every position you can imagine. If it weren’t for all the porn, it could have been a retail store in any posh downtown district. It was clean and bright inside, it almost had the feel of a library…instead of shelf after shelf of books, you had cases of strawberry flavored lubricant and bondage gear. No one spoke in there, they whispered. Men looked at you sideways and if you looked back, they looked away. It was an odd little dance people did there, and I struggled to make sense of the signals being given off.

One thing I knew for sure was that it had taken me a lot longer to get accustomed to those rooms. I guess you could say, by the way I was clinging to Michael; my left hand entwined in his and my right wrapped around the top of his arm as we walked, I was still not accustomed to them in some way.

When Michael and I first met, he had asked me if I had ever been to the local adult store, but I hadn’t. He told me in detail about things he had done there with his former slave…along with what most men do there. I remember being shocked and afraid. I had a hard time believing that the things he was describing happened in our town! I knew then that we would use that "den of iniquity" to fulfill some of our fantasies, but I never knew when.

It was a Sunday and Michael and I had been restless all afternoon, we had gone and played some pool. The fact that we were heading there today was not unusual, we often drifted over there during our afternoons together. Sometimes I would steer us there if I was in that sort of mood, other times, like today, Michael would direct me there, half dragging me into the store as he was now.

I thought back to the first time we had gone into the back of this store, the hallways lined with numbered doors. Some of them closed, others were left open for the bright lights to beckon us inside. I had noticed that when the doors were closed, a little light came on above them, saying they were occupied. I jumped when I saw Michael reach toward one of the doorknobs, thinking he had arranged to meet someone there, I clung tightly to his arm half wanting to and half terrified. The door was locked, and I looked at Michael inquisitively. He explained to me that when a man left the door unlocked it was an indication he wants company.

We had looked into every room there, they all kind of melded together in my mind; each door opened into a small, approximately five-by-five-foot box, a single chair in each room and the dollar operated video monitor. The only thing that distinguished the rooms in my mind, were the walls. I remember Michael walking me through there, explaining the walls to me. I had wanted to know and understand the place, the stories Michael had told me were so intriguing, I begged him to tell me everything he knew about it there.

“Most of the rooms are just private.” He said. He pointed into a room, “See, no holes.”

I looked at the walls of the room, they were solid white, no holes leading to the room beside. I looked at the video monitor and the Kleenex atop it. “What is the point then?” I asked. He smiled at me but didn’t say a word.

He grabbed my hand, leading me farther down the hall, “But....some of the rooms have a small hole in the wall between the rooms so that people in the next room can watch. See?” He said.

I looked into the room, and sure enough, there was a hole about the size of a dime in the wall, just enough to look over and see into the other room…I imagined a finger would fit through there, but certainly not a cock.

And then he led me to the room at the end of the hall. “But some of the rooms have a much larger hole.” He smiled over at me and I wore the bleached look of terror. I had noted that the light to the room beside that open door was occupied.

I shivered as my heels clicked on the sidewalk and I recollected the moment, it was funny how these first impressions lingered on me so, and how even months afterward, my body still reacted to the fear and anticipation I felt so long ago.

When I looked into the room, the hole was about three inches in diameter, plenty big enough for most cocks. This was a gloryhole. I stared at the wall and imagined how many men had slid their cocks through that hole, how many other men had sat in the chair and drank down their cum.

I stepped out of the room and tried walking back toward the main floor of the store…but Michael remained fixed. I looked back at him, and he had a mischievous grin on his face. He stepped deeper inside the booth, dragging me closer again as well. I strained my arm to keep from setting foot in there again, I wasn’t ready for this, my stomach churned at the idea. I saw that Michael was looking through the big hole, smiling. “Look.” He said to me.

I am sure I looked like a deer in the headlights, I didn’t want to look! He pulled me into the room and kissed me hard on the lips, his tongue probing my mouth, he whispered to me again, “look”. He placed his hands on my shoulders and spun me around, he pressed down on me and I bent to the hole, I was so afraid…I didn’t know what to expect. As I leaned down and bent toward the hole, I could see the changing light as the images on the video were playing. I noted that when the video was on, the lights must go out, for the room was dark and I had a hard time getting my bearings. Suddenly I focused upon a man’s hand and saw it stroking up and down a hard cock. I jumped back from the hole. I felt so silly. I am not a skittish person, I had seen plenty of cock…up close and personal…but this whole idea seemed somehow wrong to me. It almost reinforced my initial instinct about gloryholes…that there was NO WAY I was going to suck a cock through one of those!

I let out a little giggle as we rounded the corner, boy oh boy had I come a long way since then! I looked up at Michael and he smiled down on me, it reminded me more that Michael had brought me a long way since then.

As we neared the store, I remembered back to the first time we had gone into one of the booths together and closed the door.

Michael had dragged me into the store, a sense of purpose, never even pausing to look around. He walked me up to an open door and looked inside. For some reason it didn't suit him, and he looked in several more before making his final selection, towing me along behind him...resistant and yet obedient to his obvious agenda. He pulled me in the room and shut the door behind us, locking it. He gave me one of his wicked "little boy up to no good" grins, pulled a wad of dollar bills out of his pocket, and fed them into the machine. The screen came on, and using a selector button, Michael spun though the channels. There was every kind of porn you can imagine playing. Gang bangs, threesomes, one on ones, gay sex, you name it. I watched as he spun through the channels, ultimately settling on a scene in which a petite little blonde was being gang fucked by about eight guys.

Michael then turned to me and pressed me up against the wall forcing his mouth on mine. He pressed his hot tongue through my lips. And I fluttered my tongue back at him. His hand went between my legs below the hem of my skirt and began to work its way up. I instinctively spread my legs like a good slut. His hand had no problem finding my wet pussy, as I had worn no panties, as usual. Soon, he had his fingers buried in my wet cunt, swirling and probing me into a dizzying ecstasy. It seemed to go on forever, I lost myself, melting into his hand, letting the fear slid out of me with the slick juice from my pussy.

Then he stopped, pulling his hand from me and bringing it to my mouth so that I could lick it clean of my juices glistening between his spread fingers. He guided me down and sat me in the chair, then removed his pants and pulled his cock out, and stuck it into my awaiting mouth. I sucked him as he watched the videos. I watched as much as I was able to while sucking him. Then suddenly, he abandoned my mouth and pulled me up, thrusting his tongue in my mouth and his fingers back into my pussy. I could stand it no longer, the effect of Michael and the video was too much.

I pulled away from his mouth and stood up on my toes so I could kiss his neck and his ears…I whispered to him in a hungered voice, "Fuck me, please……fuck me". I said.

He pushed me away from him and just smiled. He took my arm and spun me around. The chair was in front of me and he bent me over so that I could climb up onto the seat and kneel before him, forcing my ass to thrust toward him. My hands reached out and pressed up against the wall as he quickly lifted my dress and started rubbing his cock head against my sopping cunt and then entered me all at once from behind. It was strange, at first, being in there. It made my pussy wet, knowing that men had seen us go in and knew what we were up to. And ... that there might be men masturbating in rooms right next to us. But the room Michael had selected was the private variety, so no one could see what we were doing, only imagine it. Which was kinky by itself. But as Michael began to fuck me and I began to moan uncontrollably, I realized that those men outside could certainly HEAR me through the thin walls of the booth. My pussy became even wetter at the thought of it, part of me tried to stifle my loud expressions of lust, but the more I tried to quiet myself, the more turned on I became, and the louder I seemed to become! He slammed his meat into me over and over and I bucked back against his cock increasing the intensity of the fuck. Michael began to moan lowly as well as we fucked for all to hear. Soon I could feel him getting ready to shoot his load in my belly, I whimpered to him, "Oh yeah, baby, cum in me. Cum in me honey"

Michael began to groan and gurgled back "I'm going tooooo cuuuuuummmm"

I could feel the hot sticky load hit my cervix in long spurts. Michael groaned over and over as he pressed his cock deeply into me and held it there as he always did. And then he pumped me in short hard strokes as he released the rest of his cum in my wet pussy.

That was the most daring thing we had done at the bookstore thus far, as we reached the door and he held it open for me, I felt confident that today would be quite memorable as well.

We circled around the displays…recounting our toy lists; anal beads, nipple clamps, ball gags...ahh the endless needs of a slutty couple! We made our way all the way around the center displays cases, and when we reached the back, both of us decided to use the rest rooms. I finished first and waited outside for Michael. Circling the large, single display case in the back, marveling at the rather LARGE objects displayed in that case…along with the blow-up dolls which I suspect bear little resemblance to their model counterparts.

When Michael had finished, we decided to make the circuit again, hoping that someone of interest might come in if we waited long enough. Then walking past the wall of dildos and vibrators toward the back again, drifting toward the booths…I was sure Michael would lead me back so we could check out the action. As we approached the back display again a young, attractive man walked in the back door. He seemed to have a real sense of purpose…probably going to get a video I suspected…It seems most young guys don’t seem to wander into the booths, fear I guess?

We walked into the back and checked things out. None of the glory hole rooms were occupied, there were only one or two lights on in the private rooms, and that was it. Nothing was happening, no one even loitering around. So we walked back out onto the floor and I was intrigued to see that the young man we saw earlier was now “checking out” the toys. He looked over as he saw us come out of the hallway. Michael and I looked at one another and he whispered into my ear, “What do you think?”

"Hmmmmm.” I said as I looked into Michael’s eyes, and he knew what I was thinking. Michael just looked back, his eyes told me that he was into seeing me with this guy. I was giddy at the idea we might get lucky today, if this man was up for play. My nerves now melting away.

Michael made some direct eye contact with him and then we turned around and went back into the empty glory hole booth at the end on the left side of the double row of rooms. I sat down on the chair and Michael opened his pants, I could see his cock was already swelling, I imagined the fantasies swirling around in his mind. Michael always had such kinky, erotic notions for sex. He pulled his cock out and I carefully licked the pre-cum off the head of it, and then gently drew it into my mouth. Caressing it with my tongue, swirling around it, teasing it a little…before I began stroking it the way Michael had taught me. Lightly licking the bottom of his cock, right up near the head. Quickly flicking my tongue back and forth as I moved my lips up and down over the length of it.

The chair was chair facing toward the hole in the wall, it was about 2” in diameter. I looked into the room next door and Michael stood to the side of me, closest to the door…affording a very nice view from the room beside us…if someone were to enter. And then suddenly, we heard the door beside us open and close again and then I could hear and see movement in the other room. I couldn’t tell for sure if it was the man we had seen, because who ever was there immediately pressed his eye to the hole. Sometimes the anonymous eye is more daunting than the anonymous cock. But being the exhibitionist I am, it’s a huge turn on for me to know we are being watched.

I continued sucking Michael’s cock, displaying my talents for our neighbor, hoping to entice him enough that he might give me his cock as well. All I could see was his eye, close against the hole…but not quite pressing against the cool wall of his room. He looked over at us, watching me bob up and down on Michael’s hard cock, I wondered how it appeared to him? I wonder if he was able to see my enjoyment and my hunger as I worked my mouth up and down Michael’s hard meat. Just the idea of another man seeing the greedy whore in me was enough to drive me onward. I continued my steady caress of Michael, looking over at the man next door on occasion and then looking up at Michael for guidance and direction…still hoping to see a cock slip through the hole for me…but it did not.

Finally, I guess Michael grew impatient, for he grabbed my hair and gently stood me up. He guided me to turn around and pressed me down so I was standing with my pussy facing the hole to the adjoining room. I placed my hands on the back of the chair for support as Michael began working my pussy…fingering me hard and fast at first, wanting to stir the juices which had been building inside me as I sucked his cock. He pulled his hand away from my cunt, no doubt the lips of my pussy were now glistening for our neighbor, as I could feel the wetness dampening my thighs. Michael then slid two fingers inside me, and then pulled them almost all the way out of my tight little pussy…but not completely. He then parted the lips of my cunt with his two fingers…giving the man a very nice look at my sloppy, hungry cunt. Michael told me later, that at this point, the man slid a finger through the hole…requesting a little sample for himself. Michael grabbed me by the hip and slowly guided me back toward the cold wall, making sure I had my pussy positioned directly over the hole as he pressed me back against the adjoining room. I then felt the man’s finger slide into my pussy, it was awkward coming through the hole, and he wasn’t able to penetrate me as deeply as I wanted, all he did was intensify the hunger welling up inside me.

Michael gave him a few moments longer to tease and play with me and then Michael used my hair to guide me back to the chair, sitting me down, wet and sticky, on the cool, black vinyl. He once again presented me with his cock, harder than before, I was sure the sight of my ass pressing against the cold, gray metal had something to do with his ever-hardening state. I sucked his cock again, a faster rhythm now replacing my previously meticulous and tender caress, my method becoming a little sloppier as my hunger overwhelmed me…the words ‘Fuck Me!’ seemed to well up inside me, but I resisted the urge to blurt them out. I could barely contain my desire any longer and so I took out my passion on Michael’s cock…sucking him as I longed to be fucked…hard and fast.

I kept looking over at our neighbor, I hated that I was unable to see his expression as he watched us, just his eye. It was not so steady in the hole now, I imagined he was masturbating, I wondered what his cock was like. I was trying to tell him with my eyes that I wanted to suck his cock. I looked up at Michael, seeking a suggestion as to what I should do, I could not stand it any longer! Michael whispered to me, “Ask for it.” I quickly turned to the hole and moved toward it, I could see the man backing off a little, and I was able to see his hand wrapped around his hard cock, he obviously liked what he was seeing. I got close to the hole and whisper to the man, “Give me your cock.” Unable to beat around the bush any longer.

The man stood in his booth and pressed his cock through the hole joining our rooms. His cock was so large, it barely fit through the hole, and it looked like it was probably rather uncomfortable for him. I looked up at Michael and couldn’t help but giggle a little. It was a fantasy for us to find a cock for me at Fantasy…but a big cock was icing on the cake for us both. It was just ironic. I quickly lowered my mouth on to the cock which was now poking into our room. It was not especially long, probably 7” at the most, but it was large around, as I said…and it filled my mouth as I took it in as far as it would go, pressing my lips up against the cold wall between us, and then making my way back to the head.

Michael watched as I greedily sucked at the man’s cock, he looked down at me with smiling approval. He loved the sight of me with another man’s cock in my mouth, I could see it in his eyes. We went on this way for a few minutes, but then he (Michael) made a move for me again…grabbing my hair and pulling me off the stranger’s cock and turning my head so I was again attending to his hard member. I tried to maintain the man beside us with my hand as I licked and sucked on Michael’s cock, but the man next door soon sat down again to watch and I continued my relentless dance over Michael’s cock.

I could hear Michael groaning under the affection of my tongue, I was so glad he had taught me how he liked to be sucked, for hearing the sounds escape from the depths of his body, told me in unmistakable ways, how much he enjoyed my lips upon him.

Michael pulled away from me, he was getting close to cumming…too close, I knew he wanted the show to continue, so he leaned back against the wall and nodded toward the hole. I again turned my head to our neighbor who was still peeking through at me. He made no move to give me his cock, and so I whispered to him again, “Let me have your cock.”

“Can I come over?” he asked.

I smiled and looked up at Michael, “He wants to come over here.” I said.

Michael looked down at me, my hungry, horny smile. He knew I wanted it, it was now just a matter of whether he would indulge me. He paused a few moments and seemed to be pondering the idea. Then he smiled at me and nodded, “Tell him to come over here.” He said.

I gleefully smiled and turned back to the hole; the man was eagerly waiting. “Come on over.” I said.

I watched the man immediately hop out of the chair and I looked up at Michael. We heard the door open outside and Michael reached behind and unlocked our door and opened it door for the stranger. It was the same man we had seen out on the floor. He was fairly young…with dirty blonde hair and a beard, I think his eyes were blue…but I admit to having my mind on other things at the time. They did the ice-breaking banter that it seems appropriate to do, “Nice to meet you,” etc.…I can’t focus on such talk, it all seems pointless to me, when I am in a room with two hard cocks, both leaking pre-cum, both craving any number of my bodily orifices, I just want to accommodate them.

I had reverted into my little fantasies…about how it would feel to have them fucking me, when suddenly I realized they were through and Michael instructed me, “Do your job.” Which I knew meant for me to get my mouth wrapped around that cock, where it was supposed to be.

I turned to the man and began undoing his pants. Unbuttoning the button and then taking down the zipper, slowly revealing his hard cock beneath the white of his cotton briefs. I instinctively pressed my hand against the bulge beneath his underwear, gently sliding my fingers over the warm package that had been revealed to me. He seemed very relaxed and at ease as I pulled his pants down around his knees and then slipped my fingers underneath the elastic of his underwear and began sliding them down. I moved slowly, revealing his cock inch by inch. I took the liberty of licking it a little as I moved his underwear all the way down to his knees before I began sucking him again, now able to take him all the way into my mouth…no more interference from the wall. I teased him with my tongue a little, licking at the head of his cock and then up and down the sides. I so love the feel of a cock in my mouth, the sweet salty taste of their pre-cum as it leaks out slowly. I lost myself for a moment, my mouth filled with this strange, new cock. I felt the man lean up against the wall, now standing where Michael had been just a few moments earlier. He placed his hand on my shoulder and stroked my hair a little.

As I sat on the chair, sucking the man, I felt him reaching down toward his pants. He had to arch backward and bend down to reach into his pocket, I leaned with him slightly to accommodate his reach and keep him from slipping from the tight grasp of my lips. He stood back up, holding a hand full of dollar bills. He turned to Michael and handed the money to him to feed into the television. I heard Michael feed the machine and then another woman began moaning behind me…the porno goddess was obviously being fucked and her rhythm was faster than mine…hearing her in my ear forced me to speed my tempo, trying to keep up with the professional.

I looked over to my right, Michael stood against the wall, alternating between watching me and watching the video which was now playing in our room. He and the stranger began talking about the action going on in the movie which was playing and I had to giggle, a half naked woman with a dripping pussy and her mouth around a cock, and they are watching a scripted video. Michael understood my giggle and grabbed me by the hips. He stood me up, removing me from the stranger’s cock in the process. Michael took the chair I had been sitting in and turned it around so that our guest was standing up against the wall beside the door and the back of the chair was toward him. While Michael arranged the furniture, a hard task in those small rooms, I took off my top. I had worn a heavy, black sweater without a bra that day and the room had heated up quickly with our three horny bodies in there, I just knew with this new configuration, things were going to get even hotter. I guess the idea sounded good to our guest, who shed his top as well and tossed it onto the floor in the corner.

With the chair now sideways in front of me, I was then able to kneel on it and hold on to the back for support while I sucked the stranger’s cock. It also afforded Michael the perfect position in which to fuck me. Michael’s cock pressed up against my pussy.

“My, you are awfully wet my dear. Are you enjoying yourself?” He asked.

I mumbled a yes from around the cock in my mouth and pressed back toward Michael, wanting him in my pussy.

He teased me a little longer, running his cock up and down the length of my slit, then finally delivering his cock with one push. He slid in very easily, he was right, I was soaking wet. Michael fucked me deep with an eager, steady thrust, pounding me into the man’s cock at my mouth. The only work I had was to keep my teeth from grating against the man’s cock as Michael thrust me onto it and then pulled me off again.

I was lost in ecstasy until they began laughing above me. I asked what was so funny, Michael later told me that he had been stretching over to watch me bobbing up and down on our guest cock…and our guest had been stretching up to see Michael fucking my pussy. They both looked up and saw each other looking at the same time. A kind of comic moment in the heat of passion. I guess it looked good from both ends. Next time we will have to video the experience.

I spent a good long time being doubled this way. Then I heard a door open, as I was closest to the hole adjoining to the next room, I could tell it was the room next to us. I continued sucking and fucking the two of them, not able to look over and see, but I knew there was now someone next door. I imagined that he would be pleasantly surprised…maybe he would want to join. It was so hot for me; it was one of the hottest parts of the whole scene. The erotic irony of it all, that a man was now in the booth, where this cock in my mouth had just been, and was now watching us all fuck, as the man at my mouth had watched me sucking Michael. If I were the sort to cum easily, that would have been enough to get me there! I wondered if he would have guessed that the man I was sucking was a stranger to me…formerly occupying that booth.

I felt Michael begin to reach his peak, his cock swelling and throbbing in my cunt. I always knew when he was close. His breathing quickened, his grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts became deeper, slower, more deliberate…as if he were savoring every inch of my pussy as it caressed his cock. I continued my bobbing up and down on the man’s cock in my mouth, as Michael continued on toward his climax. I wondered if the new onlooker had turned Michael on as much as it had me. Then he shot his load of hot, sticky cum into my sloppy cunt…I could feel the wetness oozing out of my pussy around his cock as he slowly slid it out of me and then deep inside again. He pulled out of me and then ground his hips hard against me, pressing himself as deep and hard into me as he could, savoring the last few strokes before it became too sensitive to stand any longer. He had to remove himself from me, but I pressed back against him, trying to halt the inevitable, his withdrawal from my pussy was always my least favorite part of sex.

The mixture of his cum and my pussy juice had soaked down my legs and needed to be cleaned up, so Michael grabbed a Kleenex and gently wiped between my legs just a bit, soaking up the mess we had made of my cunt. I took the opportunity to pause for a moment, looking over at the eye filling the hole in front of me.

I then sat back down on the chair to be more comfortable and refocused all of my attention on the stranger’s hard cock which still needed to release a load of cum for me.

I sucked him eagerly, bobbing in the methodical and controlled rhythm I had established while Michael had been fucking me, only now it was more work, as Michael wasn’t forcing my body back and forth.

Then the man whispered down to me, “I am going to cum.”

I removed his cock from my mouth and continued stroking him with my hand. Trying to maintain the same rhythm with my hand that I had been keeping with my mouth. His cum shot out of his cock, the white, warm liquid spewing forth…the man’s breathing heavier, his muscles tensed, and the soft moan escaping from between his lips…it was so hot. I caught his cum in my hand, cupping it so that it didn’t shoot past me and closing my fingers tightly so it didn’t drip onto the floor. Once he had stopped spasming and shooting cum on his own, I moved my hand down to the base of his cock, and then squeezing hard, I slid my hand back up to the head, pulling out the last bit of juice, as Michael had taught me long ago.

Michael handed me a Kleenex and I wiped my hand. I smiled up at him, lovingly telling him with my eyes how grateful I was that we were able to share in these experiences together. I then looked up at the stranger, “Thanks.” I said, smiling up at him and standing again.

“Thank you.” He said back. I let out a little giggled and then he handed me my shirt. We got ourselves dressed and I gathered my coat and my purse.

Then I looked up at the man again, there was something about him that suddenly struck me as familiar, his eyes? His hair? I had the feeling I knew this man from somewhere, but I just couldn’t quite place him. Slowly, the light dawned on me, and I was able to place this “stranger”. About 3 ½ years ago, he had answered an ad I had placed in the local paper…looking for “fun, no-strings sex”. Then…his name jumped into my head, John. He and I had fucked two or three times back then but I had not seen him since. I didn’t know what to say, I was sure it was the same man…but I felt embarrassed that I had sucked his cock to completion before I recognized him. I also felt embarrassed because of Michael. What would he think of me?!? But I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to be rude, I certainly didn’t want John to think I was pretending not to know him because I was with Michael, so I finally brought myself to speak.

“Your name isn’t John is it?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

He smiled a knowing smile at me. “Yes.” He said. The grin stretching from ear to ear.

I laughed, “Do you remember me?” I asked.

He laughed a little and said yes.

Michael was standing beside me and I felt the flush of embarrassment flood onto my face. I looked toward Michael, explaining who John was. I had talked to Michael about him before, John was the one person who had managed to get me very close to cumming through oral sex…but I just never quite gotten there until Michael. Now Michael had a face to put with the story I had shared with him.

I could see Michael was thoroughly enjoying my uneasiness, it was so rare for me to be as uncomfortable as this situation had made me…and he took full advantage. He joked with John about what a horny girl I was. “Some things never change.” They joked.

Then Michael turned to me, giving me a loving smile as he put his arm around my shoulder, reassuring me. “Man, oh man you know you've had a lot of men when you begin accidentally recycling through them and fucking them again at random." We looked at one another for a moment, and then we all burst out laughing and I felt better. I knew Michael loved and accepted me. Even my slutty side.