My career as a slut began when I was 16.  I was basically homeless, I lived with my mother, aunt, friends, and occasionally with older guys from work.  These guys knew my situation and my age.  It was here that began my attraction and dependence on older men.  Despite my housing situation I was still managing to go to school and work.  I was determined to graduate, before my life went to shit, I had been a great student.  During this time I worked in fast food and for an office cleaning company. 

During this time my sex life was basically with high school guys.  Nothing to exciting.  I was still inexperienced but was learning more and more.  By the time I was 17 I thought I was a pretty good lay.  It was here my passion for older men really took off.  In between high school age guys, I would get with an older guy.  Some were only a couple years older 19-20, one guy was 33, and once with a 51 year old man.  By the time I met my husband, I had probably 30-35 notches on my bedpost.  My husband to be was the winner of the hot girlfriend lottery.  Our meeting set off a whirlwind of romance, sex, and spending.  It would also lead to my first marriage at the age of 18.  More on that later.

I’m just getting started here, so keep checking back often.

I’ll be posting about my past, present, and future dates.

I’m here to finally vent some of my life out into the great wide open.  Many years of repression have driven me nutty.  I finally have the confidence and courage to tell some of my stories.  Whether you like them or not is up to you, the reader, I’m just the person who experienced it.  You may be critical, you may be shocked, or you may just yawn.  Who knows how you will interpret my life.