I told you I'd reward you with tales of my sordid sex life and here it begins...
I've always been obsessed with sex. I'm lucky I can get out of bed and go to work five days a week. I have had a few sex partners since I lost my virginity. In those eight years I've managed to lay more people than I can count on my fingers and toes, but I have been mistress to many more without intercourse. I've popped many cherries and have opened many people's eyes to the joys of certain fetishes. But a story like this cannot begin like this... I need to start at the beginning.
I explored "sex" at a young age. My Barbies were always naked, always playing doctor and always needing some treatment involving their vaginas. My mom was a bad rolemodel, especially when she expected me to be a nun. She is the reason I have commitment issues... but I digress. My first time was not magical in the sense that the sex was great or anything, but the magic was in becoming uninhibited! I rollerbladed over five miles to Vic's house (a feat for a chubby girl). We went into his backyard and laid out a blanket and went to it, protected of course. I think his younger brother watched... creepy. It was short but liberating. As if out of some teen movie I found out he made a bet with some of the other guys in my ROTC class as to who could bed me first. I was not pleased but he meant nothing more than a piece of ass to me. I am not some naive little girl who thinks a man must love me if he's willing to put his penis in my vagina. My next few lays were a bit more special. I went to my friend Nate's house and popped Brett's cherry, then banged my long time crush Bruno, then did it again with Brett... all within 2 hours. It was a good day.
(Side Note: I am the condom queen. I have always used protection except with my former fiancee and my current long-term boyfriend. You ladies out there need to protect yourself! STDs can cause you to become infertile. Even worse, unprotected sex can leave you with a parasite that will suck the life from your body directly for nine months and then keep you from having fun for at least 18 years! No one wants that)
Then there was Erin. Erin was my first female partner. I met her online, we began chatting and things kinda went from there. We went out on a date and drove around, hanging out with her friends. Then we went back to her place (On the way we met "Jules" who wanted to get us to party with him... damn curfew! I coulda tried ecstacy that night!) We went back to her place and the butterflies began. She was so pretty and I was so nervous! I ate her out like my life depended on it. Her pussy was sweet but her moans were sweeter. I always knew I was bisexual but this only cemented it in my mind. I think I prefer women but this is like a ratio of 51% to 49%. Women are soft and sensual while men are strong and rugged.
My next few partners were in college... a threesome, this drunken lay with a girl with a stinky vadge, and a couple other not-so-memorable people.
Next Episode: Delving into my Fetish Origins
I've always been obsessed with sex. I'm lucky I can get out of bed and go to work five days a week. I have had a few sex partners since I lost my virginity. In those eight years I've managed to lay more people than I can count on my fingers and toes, but I have been mistress to many more without intercourse. I've popped many cherries and have opened many people's eyes to the joys of certain fetishes. But a story like this cannot begin like this... I need to start at the beginning.
I explored "sex" at a young age. My Barbies were always naked, always playing doctor and always needing some treatment involving their vaginas. My mom was a bad rolemodel, especially when she expected me to be a nun. She is the reason I have commitment issues... but I digress. My first time was not magical in the sense that the sex was great or anything, but the magic was in becoming uninhibited! I rollerbladed over five miles to Vic's house (a feat for a chubby girl). We went into his backyard and laid out a blanket and went to it, protected of course. I think his younger brother watched... creepy. It was short but liberating. As if out of some teen movie I found out he made a bet with some of the other guys in my ROTC class as to who could bed me first. I was not pleased but he meant nothing more than a piece of ass to me. I am not some naive little girl who thinks a man must love me if he's willing to put his penis in my vagina. My next few lays were a bit more special. I went to my friend Nate's house and popped Brett's cherry, then banged my long time crush Bruno, then did it again with Brett... all within 2 hours. It was a good day.
(Side Note: I am the condom queen. I have always used protection except with my former fiancee and my current long-term boyfriend. You ladies out there need to protect yourself! STDs can cause you to become infertile. Even worse, unprotected sex can leave you with a parasite that will suck the life from your body directly for nine months and then keep you from having fun for at least 18 years! No one wants that)
Then there was Erin. Erin was my first female partner. I met her online, we began chatting and things kinda went from there. We went out on a date and drove around, hanging out with her friends. Then we went back to her place (On the way we met "Jules" who wanted to get us to party with him... damn curfew! I coulda tried ecstacy that night!) We went back to her place and the butterflies began. She was so pretty and I was so nervous! I ate her out like my life depended on it. Her pussy was sweet but her moans were sweeter. I always knew I was bisexual but this only cemented it in my mind. I think I prefer women but this is like a ratio of 51% to 49%. Women are soft and sensual while men are strong and rugged.
My next few partners were in college... a threesome, this drunken lay with a girl with a stinky vadge, and a couple other not-so-memorable people.
Next Episode: Delving into my Fetish Origins