It’s August in New York. Hot and sweaty, I rushed to meet him.He just flew in after another show.He steps out of the limo and reaches for me. I move backwards avoiding his touch. I turn and walk away, knowing he would follow. He tails me closely down 80^th and Amsterdam. We continue until I reach the stairway leading down to the dimly lite entrance of a brown stone near the busy street. He chases me into the darkness. As he begins to speak, I push him up against the wall, kiss his lips and unzip his pants.I slide down onto my knees. He is fully exposed and firm. I tease him with my lips before taking all of him in my mouth. He closes his eyes and runs his fingers through my hair. He throbs as I suck faster and harder. He moans louder until he reaches his climax. The wildness of Manhattan in summer. Perfect for a game ~Janet Galino

He is a handsome flower lying silently on the seashore, under a tropical Marathon Key sky.His stem long and thick extending to a sugary bud. And I, a determined honey bee with a love of nectar. My duty is to extract every drop from him. I start at the head to soften his bud making sure to ease my way down to the stem as it hardens. My lips tighten their grip. I move back and forth using my tongue to moisten every stroke. The sweetness of his flavor gives my body an overwhelming sensation of ecstasy. I feel him expand in my throat. Romantically weakened by pleasure, he blooms releasing that sweet honey..

Extraction complete…

He lies radiant, swaying back and forth in the cool spring breeze. On this island, I’m forever his honey bee~ Emmanuelle Monet

Fall semester, night after night he sneaks into our dorm room. I lie alone, listening to them make love. I close my eyes and slip my hand into my panties. I imagine how he feels. I’ve had a crush on him since she introduced us freshman year. Secretly, I’ve wanted to join them but I’ve been too afraid to ask. I wonder if they realize that I’m awake. I start to pleasure myself. My moans elevate louder as she takes him into her mouth. For the first time she hears me. She calls me to her bed; I’m nervous and hesitant. I walk towards them but keep my distance. They both grab my hands and pull me closer. She removes my t-shirt and panties. He sits at the edge of the bed and she kneels down onto the floor. She pulls me next to her. She pushes my head into his lap and makes me take him into my mouth. “I’ll tell you how he likes to be sucked,” she whispers. “Swallow him down your throat and use your hand at the same time,” she commands. “Just like that keep going,” she continues. I love his taste and I don’t want to stop. Her fingers slip in and out of me. It feels so good. “I’m cumming,” he moans. I stop, ready to release him; she insists I keep going. “Don’t be afraid,” She whispers. He finally explodes. She kisses my lips. The sun rises and he leaves unnoticed. He’ll return tonight. ~ Sandra Parker-Roth

Snow covers midtown. We return home from our anniversary dinner. I love him more with each passing year. I know I’m young, but I believe I married my soul mate. He pours the champagne and lights the fire place. He grabs my hand and we dance around the room. We undress each other and slip into bed. My body straddles him upside down and his tongues caresses between my thighs. I stroke him with my hands until he is hard and then lick the tip. I try not to climax before he does. I want this to last as long as possible. I make love to him with my mouth. The passion we share after all these years is like an eternal flame, never fading but constantly maturing. I love him with all my heart and I express that with ever curve of my lips. I feel him growing closer and so do I. We begin to climax together. This is just the beginning of a long night of love making. Happy anniversary baby. ~May Levy

In a New York minute, I’ll catch a plan to another kinky adventure with my hot green- eyed lover. Most of the time, my girls will join in on our sexcapades. It’s always wild nights of passion and lovemaking from coast to coast. Sandra and I flew to Chicago  to SLUT UP the Chi-town nightlife. I thought Emmanuelle was loud when she cums. She definitely has competition.The cool windy city was a great escape from the usual Manhattan scene. But only for a weekend.

Whether it’s Chicago, New York, Tropical Florida, or star studded Los Angeles; we keep it sexy! We are always welcomed with open arms . From  city to city, we enjoy lavish shopping, wild parties, and handsome men as entertainment.This summer will go down in history, as the year of the outrageous SLUT! We have top secret activities planned. The L.S. girls are famous world-wide. But 2012, will make us infamous wink!

Lately I’m realizing how special our small exclusive group is. Until last year’s launch of LIBERATEDSLUT, I never noticed how many sexually oppressed women there are in the world. I thought every woman was proud of her coochie behavior. I couldn’t see myself or any women that I’m friends with being uncomfortable with expressing our love of orgasms. Every night, I have a conversation about the pleasures of cunnilingus and fellatio. What woman in her right mind would be embarrassed about a sexy threesome or a mouth filling 69? It’s time for women to step out of the shadows and be proud of their sexuality. Sex is the most powerful expression of love. Honestly, wtf would we be without it?

I’m so happy that my girls and I can share our sexual experiences together. We do have a lot of exciting adventures. We live the life that most dream of and will never be brave enough to pursue. There’s never a dull moment when we meet up. The crazy thing is, the men we allow into our group, really do fall in love with us. We usually can’t get rid of them. I guess their tired of the same ole boring, complaining, conservative women they’ve been dating. I can call up any hot guy in my phone, and he will jump at the chance to wisk me and the girls away to any exotic location we choose. He knows that it’ll be just sunshine, passion, dancing and good laughs. Oh, and an occasional joint or two. We are not into judging or gossiping, that’s not our style! What happens on SLUT island, stays on SLUT island! Unless, we decide it’ll make a hot blog.

When I’m older, I’ll look back on my life and remember the amazing women and the wild times we shared. I’ll never regret a moment. We are the women that men long for. We are the free spirits that rule their fantasies. We are the fun girls!