The Walking Slut: An Erotic Story About Lauren Cohan
Lauren Cohan was the baddest of bad girls. She was the kind of girl that everyone wanted, but nobody wanted to get involved with. She was the talk of the town and the favorite topic of discussion among her peers. No one really knew much about her, but everyone knew that she was the walking slut who was always up for a good time.
There were rumors that she was wild, that she’d do anything to have a good time. She was the kind of girl who liked to try new things and wasn’t afraid to push the boundaries. Everyone wanted to ride her wild side, but no one wanted to get too close.
That all changed one night when I saw Lauren at a party. She was wearing a skimpy dress that left nothing to the imagination and she was flaunting her curves for all to see. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light as she sauntered across the room, stopping to flirt with every guy she passed.
I could feel my heart racing as I watched her move. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything before and I was determined to make her mine.
I made my way over to her, slowly and steadily. She gave me an inviting smirk and I knew I had to make my move. I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Do you want to get out of here and have some fun?”
She smiled and said, “Yes, I would love to.”
We quickly made our way out of the club and to my car. I drove us to a hotel where I had already booked a room. We stepped into the room, the atmosphere was electric and I could feel her body pressing against mine as I closed the door.
We began to kiss passionately, our tongues tangling together. I felt her hands explore my body, traveling to every inch of my skin.
I wanted her so badly, but I wanted to take my time and savor every moment. I slowly undressed her, revealing her stunning body. I ran my hands down her body, taking in every inch of her gorgeous curves.
I kissed my way down her body, from her neck down to her toes. I tasted her, savoring her sweet juices. She moaned with pleasure as I explored her with my tongue.
After what seemed like hours of pleasure, I finally moved my way up her body and entered her. We moved together, exploring every inch of each other. We both reached our peak at the same time, screaming out in pleasure.
We both lay in bed afterwards, exhausted and satisfied. I had gotten what I wanted and I could feel my heart racing with excitement. I had gotten the walking slut.
We spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies and making love. We had the time of our lives and I couldn’t believe that I had been so lucky to have such an amazing experience.
The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face. I had finally gotten the walking slut and I had been able to experience something that I would never be able to forget. Lauren had made me feel alive and I was grateful for having such an amazing experience.
That night I went back to the club with a new confidence. I was no longer afraid of the walking slut and I was ready to start exploring my own fantasies. I would never forget that night with Lauren and I was determined to make sure I never went back to being afraid.
