Everyone's Dirty Little Whore (Nymphomania)

You wake up to the sound of trains rolling pass your apartment window. Not the best things to wake up to, but it was a normal part of living in the big city where everything was cramped, dirty and noisy. Despite the rude awakening, you feel fresh like sunshine, even if the light outside was a little dark. Stretching out your limbs, you felt something roll onto the floor of your bedroom. Looking over the edge, you spotted your favorite rocket shaped dildo lying there among the dozens of others. You found yourself giggling to yourself. It was odd that you still used those things, considering that every day was another adventure for you. With that thought, your first instinct was to slide your fingers around your boobs sensually and tweak your hardened nipples. Apparently, you had the strangest dream that you were happy with not having lots of hot cock filled adventures for the longest time. What a reality to think about, to not be taken advantage of, to not be experimental, embarrassed or afraid, to not just spread your legs to every man who wants you and enjoy the moment from start to glorious cream covered finish. Why stick to taboos when you can just enjoy being a dirty little slut? That train of thought made your shaven pussy extremely moist.

Getting out of bed, you made your way to the shower, feeling that you had to be patient with your unending libido today and fight back the urge to masturbate all morning. You take a moment to look into your bedroom mirror. You were a pretty 19 year old, fresh out of high school with a lithe, athletic body. Standing at 5'8", you weight light as a feather and you were quite happy to see you have a pair of natural E cup boobs. You had gotten your natural dark brown hair cut to medium shoulder length, for convenience sake with a chic styling. You had gotten a lot of compliments on having such a body back in the day, and it was something you showed to the world and every partner who has fucked you with pride.