Slut Diaries: First Party

By S.L. Finlay

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Slut Diaries are a ‘true erotica’ project by S. L. Finlay. The stories in these pages are real, although names and identifying details have been changed to protect the very naughty. ‘First Sex Party’ Is S. L. Finlay’s story about her first time visiting a sex party, and the man she played with there, as she took her first tentative steps into this libertine lifestyle. Later she would later grow into a raging slut, enjoying all manner of deviance.

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“Can you – go down – on me?” I asked between thrusts of his fingers as they pushed their way into me.

He nodded and answered, “Of course!” Like I had just asked the silliest question ever. Then, he was eating me out.

I lay there, listening to all of my compliments from the crowd watching, enjoying his tongue until I forced him to come up for air as I grabbed at his stiff cock and pulled his whole body towards me with it, like a handle. He was standing at attention for me as I began to stroke. He was kissing me as I touched him, pulling his cock with a firm grip.

“You can be rough, if you want...” He told me in that way all submissive men do. Because he wanted me to take charge, to be rough, to tell him what to do. But asking someone for that? That felt a little counter-intuitive. I got it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370679621

S.L. Finlay

S.L. Finlay is an Australian author who explores relationships through sex and romance. Currently she is publishing erotic shorts. When not working hard to make others happy (wink, wink, 'happy') Finlay enjoys time in the sunshine, tweeting constantly, reading other hot works and travel. She can be reached via twitter on her handle.

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CONTENTS

Slut Diaries: First Party

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Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Slut Erotica

Other Novels

by S.L. Finlay

It was my first time and I was deadly nervous. A friend of mine had invited me along to this crazy sex party and I’d said yes – what else is there to say? – she told me there was a bar there, so I could load up on alcohol and talk shit to her if I couldn’t find anyone who I was attracted to, or was shaking too hard from nerves to actually bang anyone.

I’d barely been in the place for half an hour when my friend turned to me. We were sitting alone in a courtyard outside when she asked in a voice alive with naughty ideas, So, what are you looking for?

Giggling nervously, I tried to lie. I don’t know. I told her.

She rolled her eyes at me, you know. Of course you know what you want.

Taking a deep breath and pushing all hesitation to one side, I dove in. Okay. I know. I told her, I want a man who I can make out with, a man who I connect with and am attracted to. I want sex, but I don’t want it to be icky and sleazy, ya know?

It took my friend a full thirty seconds to hold