I was a very smart, articulate child growing up, with one hell of a naughty streak, but uncanny (considering) innocence.
I could fix almost anything, usually things only needed fixing because I took them apart - but I wanted to know how they worked.
The first major book I read (adult level writing) was the bible, old and new testaments. My mom gave it to me, and said - read this, and tell me what you think. She never told me anything about it, just said it was important for me to read, and decide what my feelings were about it. I read it (Daniel in the Lion's Den was my favorite story, I'm sure I read it 50 times) in about 6 months, and gave it back to my mom. When she asked what I thought, I said it was okay for a storybook, but it wasn't very realistic, and was too gory for kids.
After that I went on a rampage, converting good little christian children to heathens.
I developed my love for boobies/breasts when I was maybe 9, when I discovered my father's (extensive) playboy and penthouse collection. When I was 11 he moved out, and left it behind. It lived under my bed for almost a year, and there were always friends wanting to come over and "read"
Despite my collection, I didn't figure out until I was 14 how sex worked. I understood the whole "penis/vagina" thing, but I didn't get the whole moving thing. I thought you just put in in and cuddled for a few hours. I was a strange child, methinks.
When I was 17 I had my first real girlfriend, and when we went to have our first real sex, I got overly excited and ejaculated all over her leg before we actually got into it. I'm glad - she turned out to be a total cunt, and not having sex with her was the best thing I ever did. Blowing a load on her leg was just a matter of bad aim, as it should have been in her eye. Dumb bitch.
Then I met my next real girlfriend, and she was crazy and obsessive. I dumped her. I few days later at a house party I got really, really drunk, and she had sex with me while I could barely move. I was mad as hell, and she accused me of using her afterwards... for sex.
For the record, I was the one that said no :/
I'm pretty sure it would qualify as date rape, without the date. I never talked to her again, and she went on to become a walking venereal disease... apparently the guy 2 or 3 after me convinced her to swing in an unhealthy crowd, and all I can say is... she was pretty gross the next time I saw her.
It's a shame she was nuts... she was a pretty sweet girl otherwise.
My next girlfriend was a huge mistake, but she was patient, and great in bed... she was the first girl I actually gave any pleasure to in bed... which was because of her patience.
After that I went through many women, some using me, some using me - and a couple I used. Nothing serious, good, or worthwhile...
Then the fling with the lesbian - that's a good story, and I'll write about it sometime. Best sex ever, and she took me to school - taught me how to go down with great success. Shame she was a lesbian, because she was someone to fall in love with, and I would have if she'd let me. It was guilt sex... she invited me for a threesome with a straight girl who agreed to screw her if there was a guy involved.
The threesome fell through *sighs* and I had a shotgun pointed at my head at one point. She felt bad - I got lots of awesome sex and training *lol*
I was pretty stupid. and we're only up to my 21st birthday :/
I could fix almost anything, usually things only needed fixing because I took them apart - but I wanted to know how they worked.
The first major book I read (adult level writing) was the bible, old and new testaments. My mom gave it to me, and said - read this, and tell me what you think. She never told me anything about it, just said it was important for me to read, and decide what my feelings were about it. I read it (Daniel in the Lion's Den was my favorite story, I'm sure I read it 50 times) in about 6 months, and gave it back to my mom. When she asked what I thought, I said it was okay for a storybook, but it wasn't very realistic, and was too gory for kids.
After that I went on a rampage, converting good little christian children to heathens.
I developed my love for boobies/breasts when I was maybe 9, when I discovered my father's (extensive) playboy and penthouse collection. When I was 11 he moved out, and left it behind. It lived under my bed for almost a year, and there were always friends wanting to come over and "read"
Despite my collection, I didn't figure out until I was 14 how sex worked. I understood the whole "penis/vagina" thing, but I didn't get the whole moving thing. I thought you just put in in and cuddled for a few hours. I was a strange child, methinks.
When I was 17 I had my first real girlfriend, and when we went to have our first real sex, I got overly excited and ejaculated all over her leg before we actually got into it. I'm glad - she turned out to be a total cunt, and not having sex with her was the best thing I ever did. Blowing a load on her leg was just a matter of bad aim, as it should have been in her eye. Dumb bitch.
Then I met my next real girlfriend, and she was crazy and obsessive. I dumped her. I few days later at a house party I got really, really drunk, and she had sex with me while I could barely move. I was mad as hell, and she accused me of using her afterwards... for sex.
For the record, I was the one that said no :/
I'm pretty sure it would qualify as date rape, without the date. I never talked to her again, and she went on to become a walking venereal disease... apparently the guy 2 or 3 after me convinced her to swing in an unhealthy crowd, and all I can say is... she was pretty gross the next time I saw her.
It's a shame she was nuts... she was a pretty sweet girl otherwise.
My next girlfriend was a huge mistake, but she was patient, and great in bed... she was the first girl I actually gave any pleasure to in bed... which was because of her patience.
After that I went through many women, some using me, some using me - and a couple I used. Nothing serious, good, or worthwhile...
Then the fling with the lesbian - that's a good story, and I'll write about it sometime. Best sex ever, and she took me to school - taught me how to go down with great success. Shame she was a lesbian, because she was someone to fall in love with, and I would have if she'd let me. It was guilt sex... she invited me for a threesome with a straight girl who agreed to screw her if there was a guy involved.
The threesome fell through *sighs* and I had a shotgun pointed at my head at one point. She felt bad - I got lots of awesome sex and training *lol*
I was pretty stupid. and we're only up to my 21st birthday :/
cozza:
LOL. the history os Artsitis! I love it! I like the lesbian one, MUST here about her more.