By Eris Chase  

Yes, we are talking to you. You with the slow smile. The ruiner of sheets. Walking human pleasure source. You, the Emperor of hedonistic pleasure who sits on a throne of lust. This post is for you, baby, because somewhere along  the way, someone tried to convince the world that being a man-slut was  something to be ashamed of. They were wrong. And the rest of us badies have known it the whole time.  

You, my beautiful gem of a man, are not just fucking or being fucked. You are a  public service. You are the sex-ed class we deserve. You are the final boss of intensely pleasurable intercourse. And, lucky all of us, you also make yourself very available.  

You Are a Natural Teacher  

You take novices under your wing, and make their awkwardness disappear with  a well timed kiss and a kind word. You don’t just know how to fuck, you know how to teach, how to encourage, how to whisper, “You’re so good for me,” at exactly the right moment. You show people what their bodies can do and how good it can feel to want and to be wanted.  

And, you don’t just focus on getting off. No, time with you is about guiding  someone’s hand to your hip and whispering, “writhe for me.” It’s about showing a first time top how to angle it better. It’s letting them know their tongue feels  so good while they attempt their first rim job.  

You’re not just a hookup. You’re a master level education system.  You Would NEVER Ghost 

You have never just vanished. You may tip the scales towards the tawdry, but that doesn’t mean you lack manners. You follow up. You care. You text afterward with something that sounds like “last night was beyond.” You understand that bodies and hearts deserve the same level of respect. You don’t dwell on the fact that it was just a night or just an hour, you always say thank  you for the pleasure. You make every partner feel like their presence was the gift it was.  

You Don’t Believe in a Walk of Shame, Only a Stride of Pride  

Anyone lucky enough to leave your bed does so with their head held high and  their body delightfully sore. No shame spiral, no post nut regrets. You send  them off glowing, hydrated, clean and with a massive ego boost. You never let anyone feel disposable, no matter how casual the connection. They leave  knowing they were adored, even if only briefly. It may not be traditional  romance, but it’s your brand and you never lack for buyers.  

You’ve Never Heard of a “Cum and Go”  

Even the quickest of afternoon delights with you never feels like a quickie. You  listen to their body, even during a down and dirty fast fuck in a bathroom stall.  You notice the most minor shifts in their response to you. You know when to  hold still as much as you know when to pound someone into oblivion. You  know how to lick into someone’s hole until they shudder to pieces in your arms.  You know the value of the firm spank to the ass cheek and the benefits of  aftercare. You make sure people feel safe, not just satisfied. With you, it’s never  just about the orgasm but about the touch, the validation, the little gasp they  let out when you say their name.  

You Truly Are a Gift to the World  

We mean that. You’re a delight. You’re a wellspring of wanton lust. You’re the  patron saint of high quality hookups. You take your pleasure in giving pleasure. 

You don’t ask for much in return either, except maybe a little tongue and a  clean towel. You are not broken, baby. Oh, you are bad, don’t get it twisted, but  bad in the best of ways. You are a wicked filthy sex glutton. Be proud of your  appetite. Be proud of what your body can give. Be proud of every time you  made a set of eyes roll back into a head, relish each and every soul shattered  orgasm you have given.  

You are a man-slut. And there is nothing wrong with that.