F*ck Valentine’s Day

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I like to think of myself as a conservative and classy woman. But I have demons deep inside of me that crave excitement, lust, passion, and danger. They have always been there, lurking. Fortunately, I have always been on the timid side, which has helped to suppress these urges for the most part. Over the years, I have come to call my demons “my inner slut.” I struggle to control it, but it’s always there, sometimes bubbling up and itching to get out.There have been numerous times in my life when I have let my inner slut run rampant. Some call it whoring, but I find that a bit harsh. It’s usually triggered by some sort of event. It can be from depression, loneliness, a bad breakup, rejection, a lack of self-worth, or even too much alcohol. I’m not sure, but I doubt that I’m the only female with these demons.Being raised with a religious background, after one of these “inner slut” rampages, I always feel guilty. Maybe it’s my imagination, but I always seem to get some kind of sign from above following my transgressions, like God knows I’m a slut and he is watching.This is one adventure where my inner slut surfaced and took control.——————Valentine’s Day: It had been five weeks since my marriage proposal fiasco and subsequent breakup with my boyfriend. I have always had an issue with commitment, and the more our relationship progressed, the more defiant I became. Yes, things were moving fast, and even though I had made up my mind at a young age that I would never marry, somehow I was heading down that path. I seemed to have no control over my destiny. The further down that road I traveled, the more it scared me, and I rebelled. I would flirt with other men and say or do things that annoyed him in order to incite a fight. It seemed whatever Anadolu Yakası Escort I did, he always accepted me for who I was, which in turn frightened me even more.It all came to a head just after Christmas. We’d been dating for over a year, and I’d made it clear that I didn’t want to marry… anyone. So when he took me to a nice restaurant to supposedly celebrate a job promotion but instead proposed, I was in shock and could not give him an answer. My shock quickly turned to anger at having been ambushed like that. Emotionally, I have always been quite volatile, and that evening I lost it with him. It turned into a very ugly public scene.My hurt and shell-shocked boyfriend asked me to return to his place so I could calm down and we could talk it out. But I had a few drinks and was too upset to go with him. He left the restaurant, hoping that I would calm down and meet him at his place.Instead, I ended up sitting at the bar and meeting a couple of guys. Long story short, he found out I had sex with them, and we broke up. Mission accomplished!  With the aid of my inner slut, I had finally taken back control of my destiny, or did I?It was now Valentine’s Day. This was the first Valentine’s Day in years that I was without a date. I was feeling sad and depressed. I had finally succeeded in ending our relationship, something I subconsciously wanted to do but didn’t have the courage to do in a mature way. In the back of my mind, I was hoping that my ex would reach out and maybe send me flowers. Maybe a text? But nothing.It was Saturday evening, and I had nothing to do but mope. Valentine’s Day made it worse. Fuck, I hate Valentine’s Day… I had no affection for flowers, and chocolate gave me migraines. Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan I think it goes back to when I was in grade school. All the cute little girls got cards from the boys, but I never received anything. Yeah, I hate Valentine’s Day.I had decided it was high time I got back on my feet. Valentine’s Day or not, I needed to get out of this gloomy stupor I was in.I had heard about this new nightclub, and I decided it was just what I needed. I was in deep need of a fun night out. I decided that I would go to the club on my own. All my friends had moved on or were in relationships, and besides, I didn’t want to talk about my breakup anyway. It was also Valentine’s Day, so it wasn’t a good time for a girls’ night out.So I spent the evening fixing my hair and dolling myself up, accompanied by several glasses of wine.I picked out my killer black skirt. The short one that showed off my long, skinny legs and tiny firm ass. I went with a flimsy, low-cut white silky top that had to be worn without a bra. Black thigh-high stockings and stilettos finished off my outfit. Oh, and a pair of thong underwear to accentuate my ass, of course.I wore a short bomber jacket to stay warm and cover up my flimsy top. I looked in the mirror, and I had to admit I did look slutty and ready to have some fun. Yeah, fuck Valentine’s Day.The taxi dropped me off at the club, and I could hear the music from street level. As I entered the club, I checked my jacket, made sure everything was in place, and proceeded to the main event.The atmosphere in the club was electric. There were beautiful people everywhere, loud music pulsating, dim lighting, and crowds of people mingling and dancing. I was feeling Escort Anadolu Yakası a bit tipsy from the wine I had consumed earlier that evening as I gingerly made my way through the crowd in my stilettos.I found a spot at the end of the bar and was immediately approached by two men. I could hardly hear them over the music, but it wasn’t long before the drinks began to flow.I’m on the petite side, so it doesn’t take much to get me intoxicated. The two guys began plying me with drinks as they inched closer and closer to me.Alcohol has always made me promiscuous, and it did not fail me this time. My world was beginning to spin, and the bar was so crowded that I was now sandwiched between my two new friends.Their hands were on my waist, hips, and ass—elbows rubbing against my breasts. My top was barely covering my breasts as it was being discreetly tugged and pulled. I was being groped by these two guys at the bar, under the shelter of the crowd and darkness.My arms were now draped over one of the men, as I was using him for support. My hips intentionally ground into his groin as the other man pushed up behind me. Yes, the alcohol had taken effect, and my inner slut was running rampant.I felt a hand beneath my skirt as a finger began rubbing my wet thong. It was time to dance before things got further out of control. I grabbed both their hands, and we made our way to the crowded dance floor.The music was loud, and I could feel the low tones of the bass eroticizingly pulsate through my entire body. Bodies were all crowded together, and I could feel the heat of their bodies as we all moved to the music.I was quite tipsy, and my dancing consisted more of hanging on to both men. One in front of me held my waist and began kissing my neck. The other man was behind me, rubbing his swollen groin into my ass. Wandering hands went unnoticed in the dim light and the crowded dance floor. After about ten minutes of groping and kissing with both men, I was ushered off the dance floor and towards the back of the club. I was in an intoxicated state and didn’t put up any resistance.

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