[F]35 - The one about the DMs I get (And why most of you are doing it wrong)

So, yeah. Here I am again, dripping onto my keyboard (literally, sometimes) while I write about the filthiest shit I've ever done. And guess what? The DMs flood in. Every. Single. Time.

Don't get me wrong, I love the attention. I love knowing that some stranger just came to my words, that their hands wandered because of me. But let's be real: most of you don't know how to talk to a woman who openly admits she's a depraved little slut.

You think a dick pic is going to do it for me? Baby, I've had real cocks in my mouth, my pussy, my ass, pixels don't impress me. And your "u want this?" message? Cute. But no. Try harder.

Just because I'll write about how I once let three guys use me in the same night, or how I love being spit on while I'm gagging on cock, doesn't mean I'm going to drop to my knees for you over a lazy "hey sexy" in my inbox.

I'm a whore, but I'm not your whore.

The truth? I love filth. I love being called names, I love rough hands and dirty talk, I love when a man knows exactly how to ruin me. But I also love wit. I love a sharp mind, a clever mouth (and not just between my legs). I love when someone can match my energy, not just the horny, but the brain behind it.

And let's be honest… most of you don't.

The DMs usually fall into three categories:

The Beggar – "Please fuck me, I'll do anything". Cute. But no. I don't care how hard you're throbbing. If your opener is that pathetic, I already know you'd disappoint me.

The Fake Dom – "You need to be put in your place, slut." Oh, do I? Funny how the ones who talk the toughest are the ones who'd crumble the second I actually challenged them. Real dominance isn't just barking orders, it's knowing how to make a woman shake with just your voice.

The Over-Sharer – "I'd pin you down and lick you until you scream." Okay, hot. But then they follow up with a detailed breakdown of their dick size, their kinks, their entire sexual resume… without even asking if I care. Spoiler: I don't.

What actually gets me wet (besides my own memories)? A man who can talk. Who can tease. Who can make me laugh before he makes me moan. Who doesn't assume that because I've taken multiple cocks at once, I'll take his mediocre ass just because he typed "u want it?"

I've had a few, a very few, who got it right. The ones who slid in with something clever, something specific. The ones who didn't just see me as a pair of tits attached to a Reddit account, but as a woman who loves being degraded and adored in the same breath.

Because yeah, I'm a slut. I'll suck you off in a bathroom stall. I'll let you cum on my face. I'll beg for it. But I have to want you. And wanting you starts with your words.

So, to the lurkers who think my posts are an open invitation to send me your half-assed fantasies: try harder. Or better yet, be smarter. I might be a whore, but I'm my whore. And I choose who gets to play.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a vibrator and a very specific memory to revisit.