There is something right about a women who is so wrong at one end of her being and so right as social norms dictate. You can be more than one being. If called a slut, perhaps buried deep inside is a pleasure aching fulfillment. What happens next is the lady moves on into her day. Perhaps a little more fluid, a more little slick. But last night is not worldly definitive. Being called a slut in the heat of the unknown is a firestarter of emotion. You realize that you are actually being the slut you imagined, so being called as such ignites your body to new heights, especially when you know your husband is sitting there videoing, watching and cataloging this single moment of glory when his wife is all she desires to be and all he wants her to experience and enjoy. For both of them. So yes, slut and whore are accolades for a woman who chooses to be who she is.