I’m making a big change to the way I date. From now on, I’m saving “You can fuck me at any point” for my future husband only. Meaning, I’m not up for free use until I have a ring and only one man to serve.
Free use refers to the idea that one partner is “always available” for sex, meaning the other partner can initiate sexual activity at any time without needing to ask in the moment.
It’s essential to note that in real life, this is only ever safe and acceptable when it’s fully consensual.
People who explore this kink typically set clear boundaries, rules, and safe words beforehand - mine is “Red”.
Consent is ongoing, meaning either person can stop things at any time, even if they’ve agreed to the dynamic.
Without clear, enthusiastic consent, this kind of behaviour would be non-consensual and not okay.
So while it can be part of consensual roleplay between adults, it’s not about literal unrestricted access—it’s about pre-negotiated consent and trust.
I have been of free use to one previous ex, and it is not something I am willing to do for another boyfriend.
As you guys adore the smut so much, I'll tell you about a time I was freely used by my ex.
It was a Friday, and my ex was at work while I was at home in our flat. Just finished up at work, I put on a baggy tee with a lace thong - easy access for him.
Cleaning the flat, he texted me to say he had a stressful day at work, so I knew he was going to sexually take it out on me when he got home.
The thought alone made me wet and ready to serve him.
While washing the dishes, I heard the front door open, and the dog jumped off the sofa as she ran to greet my ex.
Continuing my chores, my ex entered the room in silence. He walked over and stood directly behind me, his chin resting on top of my head.
His shoes still on, he tapped the inner of both my ankles to hint that he wanted me to part my legs. So, I did.
Parting my legs slightly, frustrated, he tapped again, slightly more aggressively, quickening my pace. I made sure I had two hands on the dish I was holding so as not to drop it.
I heard him unbuckle his belt and felt the thud of it and his trousers hitting the floor.
The next thing I knew, his hand was in my hair, and he was bending me over the sink, pushing his throbbing, hard cock into me. Despite being wet, his huge penis still refused to slide into me, so he had to use force.
Forcing himself into my pussy, he fucked me hard as I tried my best to continue doing the dishes.
Once he knew he had me at his mercy, he released his grip from my hair and let me stand up, as he continued thrusting.
After all the dishes were finished, he lifted one of my legs and fucked me hard as he finally managed to fit all of him in me.
Cuming in me, we then went straight back to our normal routine, as if it had never happened.
As I have aged, - I’m 30 this year - I have grown to see free use as a sex act only a husband deserves.
Why? You may be wondering, and the main reason is that you give up so much of yourself for not much in return. Sure, my ex-boyfriend paid the bills, but I was expected to keep and clean the house, do his laundry, iron, and cook occasionally (I’ll give him credit there; he did pitch in in the kitchen).
It is, I would argue, the most vulnerable act of consent. You are literally saying to someone, “You can use my body whenever you please, no matter what I’m doing/if I’m busy”.
Meaning, my ex could fuck me as I cleaned the house, or did his laundry, cooked his dinners, or sucked him off while he played video games.
And what did I get in return? The bills paid. Which I was very grateful for, but with no ring, I just felt like a full-time sex slave, and strangely, as I always thought I’d be into that, it ended up turning me off.
Now, if I were in a relationship that was dedicated, and we got married... I’d happily be his free use little slut.
I would go over the top and order countless sexy maid costumes and only clean the house in them. I’d send him OnlyFans quality content on tap, I’d suck him off whenever he wanted, and be a toy for him to play with.
Until then, my free use fantasy will have to be just that, a fantasy!
Written by VavaViolet Magazine’s Founder and Editor-in-Chief, Sophie Blackman.
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