Blog No. 1 - Losing My VirginityHello Sexy Reader,Welcome to..

Blog No. 1 - Losing My Virginity

Hello Sexy Reader,

Welcome to my inaugural blog entry - a new medium which will give you unique, unpolished insight into my life behind-the-scenes ✍🏻

If we haven’t yet met, my name is Scarlet Harlot - which literally translates to The Red Whore - a Philly-based burlesque performer, $Wer, and galavanting chaos goblin. As my ex-girlfriend once (all-too-accurately) noted, I have “the body of a Bratz doll with the mouth of a G.I. Joe” - which I now proudly utilize as my tagline. The queen of the seductive smize, I can confidently say I am the sluttiest thing this side of the Schuylkill, and I take great pleasure in cultivating a life full of safe, sane, & consensual hedonistic experiences with humans of all flavors 🍆🐱💦
As your big-busted, hourglass-shaped, thunder-thighed alt girlfriend, I can’t wait to continue to grow this space with you. And, I’d like to start out doing that by telling you about how I lost my virginity…

In 2004, at 14 (you do the math), I was your standard awkward thing. Albeit, probably less conventionally attractive than most - believe it or not. What I lacked in looks and social standing? I made up for in clandestine sexual experience. By the spring of that year, I’d already had several blowjobs under my belt - and even an anal experience, believe it or not! *Stories for another time, indeed. I had not, however, felt the pulse of a cock inside of me. And as a desperate, deeply perverted girl who consumed entirely too much porn on her family’s computer, I was aching to know the feeling 🫦

Lucky for me, it was May, and my hometown was on the precipice of the annual spring fair 🎡 As per the standard, I was slated to meet up with one of my girlfriends on the fairgrounds after school one day. Having spent many after school hours with her and her (unconventional) family, I knew that her 17 year old brother would be in attendance. Was he attractive? Let’s just say that 2025 Scarlet wouldn’t give this man the time of day. He was about as redneck as a suburban Philly boy could get - not cute - but he gave me the attention I craved…and more importantly, he invited me to come sit on his lap during the live music portion of that evening’s activities. A lap sit? I was smitten. And I can confirm that to this day, I am easily swayed by this very invitation. Even more so when consentingly pulled onto a vacant lap.

I digress - It wasn’t long until, between lingering glances, I began to notice my urge to grind my ass into this boy’s lap - feeling his response throb against me. Over and over again. Pulling my face close, he quietly asked if I “wanted to go somewhere.” I was over-the-moon! Offuckingcourse I wanted to go somewhere - anywhere with this studly (LOL) creature. But where would we go? As respective (yet disrespectful hehe) 14 and 17s, we couldn’t exactly peel off to our parent’s houses. So, we pooled our mental resources and we decided that the most logical choice would be to slip away across the street to…the public library. Yes, the town library 📚

Without boring you with the tedious details, I’ll dive right into the sordid ones:
Yes, we successfully accessed the library.

Yes, we fucked.

In the library’s single stall bathroom. How romantic.
Yes, there on the toilet seat - with his pants fully removed, ass seated upon the porcelain throne - I climbed on top of him for my very first time.

If only I’d known then what I know now…

That it was about to be incredibly painful - and curiously pleasing.
That this would all eventually be an allegory for just how slutty & filthy my entire life was about to get.
That after this less-than-ideal experience, I would still proudly & privately wear my newfound sleaze like a badge of honor.
I was beaming 🥰

And there it is, Angelic Reader. My cumming of age tale. (LOL - Definitely did not climax.)
A short thrill. Just a taste, if you will…

Until next time.

XO Scarlet 💋