Because there is nothing wrong with being a slut.
He told me I was a slut and he sounded surprised.
He told me I was a slut, he who knows me so well,
But he sounded surprised.
He who knew how I desired him;
Knew how lust burned in my veins.
He who could have had me then.
With less than a breath he could have had me sucking his cock;
My lips wrapped round it, my throat full.
In a heartbeat he could have been inside my cunt;
Sliding into my dampness and filling me with his length.
In a moment he could have turned me over and taken my ass;
Stretching me with his hardness, hearing me moan.
He could have had me but he resisted.
Chose not to take what I was offering so openly.
But he told me I was a slut.
He was so right.