Ricky Takes All: A Girlfriend's Discovery
Born Alex
Ricky Takes All: A Girlfriend’s Discovery
By Born Alex
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First Edition – May 2026
Published by Born Alex.
CHAPTER ONE: NIGHT OUT AS A SINGLE WHITE GIRL
That evening, I stood before the mirror, putting the finishing touches to my make-up. I played with my blonde hair, running my fingers through the silky strands that ended in pink highlights. Cindy, my sister, had made the hair for me.
I leaned close to the mirror, studying my reflection. I then picked up my eyeliner and ran it along the edge of my brows. It took a few dips, but I was finally satisfied. I then stepped back from the mirror, taking in my looks.
I was wearing a gold minidress that clung to my body like a second skin. It was made of satin material, but it also had gold filaments that glittered when they caught the light. I straightened it out and turned to the side, nodding my head when I saw how it accentuated my ass, making me appear even more sexy. The dress had thin straps, and it was low-cut, showing off my bountiful cleavage. I wasn’t wearing any bra or panties, because this night, I already knew what I had in mind that was going to happen.
Ever since Ricky broke up with me, I had never been with anyone else, and that was about to change. If Ricky and I were going to be a thing once again, I had to figure out who I was for myself.
Ricky believed I could be a slut, and that scared me. While I loved him and I enjoyed immensely what his cock did to me regularly, I hated how it made me want him all the damn time. Like a dog in heat. Many times, just seeing him without a shirt made me warm and wet, ready for him to fuck me to oblivion.
And that was what was scary, which was also why he broke things off with me. And now, I had to figure out, can I go without Ricky’s cock? It’s been over a week since my sister Cindy told me about what she discussed with him, and now, I have concluded. It just wasn’t Ricky. I needed to see how I reacted with other men, and know if indeed I was a slut.
Or just Ricky’s slut.
I heard my phone beep behind me; it was on the bed. I turned away from the mirror and picked it up; it was my ride.
“Okay, girl. It’s time.” I said to myself as I picked up my purse. I slipped my feet into my high-heeled shoes, increasing my height by at least two inches. When I stood once more before the mirror, I nodded in appreciation. I was a bombshell. The minidress was designed specifically for my body, ending just below my butt, a little higher, and it would have been indecent.
I got out of the house, and as I entered the car, the driver couldn’t stop staring at me. All through the ride to the hotel, he kept stealing glances at the rearview mirror; it was as if he couldn’t get enough of my cleavage. I pretended not to notice. I can never get tired of men ogling me. Their desire was always so obvious, just one sight and many of them wanted to fuck me. Was that how easy they were to manipulate?