Filthy Whore

I’ve been working on a series called FILTHY WHORE for the two weeks or so now. I published the first two stories in one small collection last week, and I’ve been hard at work putting three more short stories into the second part of the series. Talking with a friend of mine the other day she asked why in the hell I would write a book called FILTHY WHORE, especially when it’s basically a grouping of autobiographical stories.



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“Seriously Kat, do you consider yourself a whore?” Amy sipped her tea thoughtfully, as if this question was supposed to shock me and make me jump up, smacking my hand to my forehead as I rushed to the computer to change the title of the book.

“Not even a little bit.” I finished my beer, placing it down on the coaster and wiping foam from my lip. “It’s more of a socio-political commentary about the views of our prudish society on strong willed, sexual women.” My reply caught her off guard. It’s not that Amy doesn’t understand big words, but because I don’t usually use phrases like socio-political.

“Really?” She lifted one of her eyebrows, something she insists she doesn’t do. “Are you seriously throwing that crap in my face?”

“It’s not crap.” I laughed, getting out of my seat and walking to her refrigerator where I could steel one more of her husband’s beers. The guys a complete dick anyway, so I never feel bad about drinking his beer, or fucking his wife. “I mean it. I titled the book FILTHY WHORE because I wanted to write about some of the more…morally challenged relationships I’ve had. I wanted to explain things a little without being apologetic for who I am.”

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And I’m not. I never apologize. I am who I am, and if you don’t like me than you can stop reading.

Seriously. I like sex. No, scratch that. I love sex. I love everything about it; meeting someone new, talking to them and getting to know them, feeling my heart pound as I move in and make a move, feeling their body and their nervousness as they reciprocate, touching and tasting them for the first time. It’s all incredible fun, so why should I apologize.

Society has these perceived norms for people; you date, you fall in love, you get married, and you grow old. It’s outdated, unreasonable, and boring as fuck. I like meeting new people. I like having interesting conversations, hearing opposing viewpoints, and occasionally arguing with people. It keeps me sharp.

I don’t want to be stuck with one person because that’s what’s expected of me. I have enough married friends who are miserable to know this isn’t always the answer. I also have several friends that are married and love it, so I don’t view it all as bad. If that’s what you want, than go for it. I don’t want it, so please don’t shove it down my throat.

There is an unhealthy thought process that says sex should be between two people, the same two people, and only those two people. It’s one step above “Sex ONLY for procreation” but just barely. It’s a holdover from the religious ideals pushed on us by antiquated rules. Organized religion sucks. It depresses people, makes them feel guilty, and puckers their asses so tight you couldn’t get a greased pea up there if your life depended on it. (Religion will be another blog post, but not this one)

Seriously look at some of the uptight bitches that run around screaming about abstinence and sexual purity. They are against homosexuality, pornography, erotica, freedom, and fun. They don’t enjoy their own lives and take it upon themselves to ruin it for the rest of us. I can’t respect people who try to shove their ideals in my face, telling me I’m wrong because I like sex. A LOT.

Fuck them all.

I’ll bet if half of those idiots actually got laid, I mean really, really got fucked good, then they would relax and start living.

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So the question posed by my friend Amy was “Do you think of yourself as a whore?”

Resoundingly, NO.

What do you think? Be honest with me and yourself. Leave comments and let me know what your views are on sex. How do you feel about multiple partners, same sex couples, and kink. Come on guys, let me know you’re alive out there. Leave a comment!

Here is an excerpt from one of the stories in FILTHY WHORE 2-  all for your enjoyment and FREE!

She had her entire hand arched and bent in such as way as to allow the heal of her hand to continue grinding over my pearl while two fingers worked magic inside my wetness. The way she varied her pressure and motions was incredible, and I was brought to a rather impressive orgasm within minutes.

Just before I was about to come her lips left mine and moved down my neck, her teeth scratching the skin and tongue trailing lightly over the gooseflesh she caused. Just as I came she bit my earlobe.

Knowing I couldn’t scream was frustrating, but sometimes that can add to the excitement too. I struggled underneath her, my hips bucking wildly and legs shaking as I sucked my lower lip into my mouth and bit down it to keep from screaming. I did whimper, and when the blonde finally let go of my ear and kissed me I took advantage and moaned loudly into her mouth.

Now it was her turn.

Again, leave me a comment, please. I want to hear from you guys.