Open sexuality is best
If it is so bad, why did I enjoy the feeling? Why do some people deny the obvious, because they feel guilt about something that is based upon the bullshit surrounding Christine doctrines, from people whose history is far worse than the supposed crime of love expressed between two people.
When I was a sick little girl, my parents invited our local priest to visit my bedroom, where I was situated, to give me confession. I was slightly confused about confession and what it was I was supposed too be guilty off. The priest who had been drinking liberally from my parents offerings, lifted the duvet and put his hand down my knickers and asked me if I touched myself, "Here", he whispered, and pushed a finger up into me, before going down and performing oral sex on me.
As shocking as all of this assault on me was, I loved the feeling he was giving me, my body responded to being stimulated by his fingers and his flicking tongue, he was my priest and this was to be our secret, I loved confessing because my body rewarded me with orgasms.
After he left my father came to my bedroom and asked me how I felt about confessing my sins, I always remember him saying to my mother, how angelic I looked, my body was still in the throes and the aftermath of my orgasm.
He came back the following Sunday, and I knew the treat that was in store for me, only this time he went all the way, he fucked me and yes I orgasmed, by the way, I was just nine years old, to men like that, age was just a number, stretching and tearing open my little pussy, without fear of impregnation, was his aim, like stepping into and destroying a field of virgin snow and looking back and feeling satisfaction of being the first one there. He crushed me to his chest as I straddled his lap with his cock imbedded deep inside me, rocking myself to emphasize it was I who was doing the riding, I cummed and squeezed him all over like a limit mine, not letting go until I as finished with the sheer pleasure of it all, and climbed off, sore, bloodied but happy and in love with God for making my body to enjoy his pleasures, so when Jesus suggested all the c***dren come to him, I really got the literal meaning of the word.
As I grew up I learned a lot more about my body and what was considered normal, but even here I was in denial, by now I was masturbating myself like crazy and a lot of the boys, either sensing my need or seeing right through me, took advantage of my weakness and started thrusting their cocks into my hand, and cumming on me.
By f******n I was a confirmed sex addict and had a body to die for. I was very athletic, skinny and tall, with tits that fitted a champagne glass, so I never took to wearing a brassiere, and let my long rigid nipples send their signals to men looking for a quick fuck, after I had picked them and opened my top to let them see I was both ready and willing.
At school some girls wanted to be my friend, only because their daddies asked them to invite me for a stayover, We smoked weed, popped pills and got pissed on drinks, and I fucked their daddy while they watched and masturbated, or joined in and let their own fathers mount them too, I got off on that i****tuous delicacy.
The hypocrisy of the Psychiatrist, was evident when my allotted one asked me to masturbate myself, then joined in and anally fucked me on his carpet, again our dirty little secret. If the truth be told, seeing me was all about resolving his problem, anal sex with minors, every visit I made for supposed therapy, I earned a lot of money, I learned very quickly how to use my arse, mouth, and pussy for money and by fifteen, I had a couple of post office and different bank accounts, with £15000 and a strong desire for even dirtier sex.
I grew up enjoying the orgasms my body freely gave me. The more I indulged the stronger they got, I was being rewarded with the greatest thing a persons body can give, but only when that person freely indulges and submits. If you let your orgasms be dependant upon others giving them to you, I am sorry, you are going to lose out, as they only want their own.
My years later I temped in an small office for a summer job to earn enough to go on holiday before getting back to studies. My boss had made it clear during the interview he was a dom and wanted a temp girl as his sub. It ad nothing to do with the money on offer, but the thrill of the sex, little did he know how wet the crotch of my knickers were as I sat cross legged, trying to have an orgasm squeezing my thighs with my knickers bunched tight in my cunt, listening to his coded speech and nodding in compliance, like a dumb little innocent bitch, accepting his proposals that meant he would be using me like a spent condom, to be discarded, fuck I loved the idea, all I had to do was piss him off and let him take me to the next level.
He was dirty and he liked I was open enough to listen to his smutty talk and secret enough to keep it inhouse. "You have a serious boyfriend", he asked me one night I was working late?
"Serious boyfriend", I retorted, curious as to what constituted a serious boyfriend?
"One that pork's you", he retorted, this time his voice was thick, he was horny and making a play for my pussy. "One that fucks me", I answered back, plainly and deliberately, with a broad smile on my face, "All my boyfriends fuck me", I continued, now it was me asking to be fucked, as I stood on the other side of his desk, and deliberately bent over it and placed my elbows on top of it, my tight dress straining and showing off my taut buttocks and my G-string knickers under it. I rested my chin in my palms as he got up and walked around the desk and stopped behind me, as I stared ahead, waiting for him to take me.
The palm of his hand stroked my buttocks under my taut grey dress, the tight fabric preventing his fingers from delving in deeper and feeling my labia and clitoris. "You will have to pull it up to get in there", I heard myself say, by now I was convinced I had a spreading wetness that would stain the grey fabric and he would see that.
"You're a dirty naughty little cunt, aren't you", he throatily replied? "Yes sir, I am your naughty dirty little cunt sir", I retorted, reaching back and easing the hem of my skirt up high over my arse until onto the small o my back, and my bared buttocks with the string of my panties, fully revealed to him, delving deep between my labia all open and wet for him.
I felt him groan as he undid his leather belt that held his pants up, "Good I thought, he going to fuck me", but instead, felt the sting before hearing the crack of leather on my skin, and the sudden warmth as the welt rose where it stuck my arse. I gritted my teeth and lowered my head until my forehead ley on the wooden table and endured in silence the whacks of force and the markings on my arse, as he laid into me and the backs of my thighs.
He cut my labia and stung my clitoris, and when he stopped with exhaustion, and slid three fingers into my open and very wet cunt, I was starting to orgasm, combing the pain and the pleasure, a new experience for me, and then I heard a knock on the outer door, and my boyfriend voice.
I looked back at my boss, now my dom, who continued to try and push his fist into me. He making such a slurping sloppy noise as he twisted and pushed, I feared my boyfriend would hear him, I reached back and pulled his fingers from me, "Fuck me now" I demanded, threatening to straighten up and leave, I saw him reached for his cock and turned back and rested my chin on my hands until he finished wanking himself onto my open crotch.
I shouted out "Coming", to my waiting boyfriend and adjust my skirt back into place, grabbed my things and just left, with his warm semen running down my arse and legs, something that later he would have to lick, as I watched him.
When I was a sick little girl, my parents invited our local priest to visit my bedroom, where I was situated, to give me confession. I was slightly confused about confession and what it was I was supposed too be guilty off. The priest who had been drinking liberally from my parents offerings, lifted the duvet and put his hand down my knickers and asked me if I touched myself, "Here", he whispered, and pushed a finger up into me, before going down and performing oral sex on me.
As shocking as all of this assault on me was, I loved the feeling he was giving me, my body responded to being stimulated by his fingers and his flicking tongue, he was my priest and this was to be our secret, I loved confessing because my body rewarded me with orgasms.
After he left my father came to my bedroom and asked me how I felt about confessing my sins, I always remember him saying to my mother, how angelic I looked, my body was still in the throes and the aftermath of my orgasm.
He came back the following Sunday, and I knew the treat that was in store for me, only this time he went all the way, he fucked me and yes I orgasmed, by the way, I was just nine years old, to men like that, age was just a number, stretching and tearing open my little pussy, without fear of impregnation, was his aim, like stepping into and destroying a field of virgin snow and looking back and feeling satisfaction of being the first one there. He crushed me to his chest as I straddled his lap with his cock imbedded deep inside me, rocking myself to emphasize it was I who was doing the riding, I cummed and squeezed him all over like a limit mine, not letting go until I as finished with the sheer pleasure of it all, and climbed off, sore, bloodied but happy and in love with God for making my body to enjoy his pleasures, so when Jesus suggested all the c***dren come to him, I really got the literal meaning of the word.
As I grew up I learned a lot more about my body and what was considered normal, but even here I was in denial, by now I was masturbating myself like crazy and a lot of the boys, either sensing my need or seeing right through me, took advantage of my weakness and started thrusting their cocks into my hand, and cumming on me.
By f******n I was a confirmed sex addict and had a body to die for. I was very athletic, skinny and tall, with tits that fitted a champagne glass, so I never took to wearing a brassiere, and let my long rigid nipples send their signals to men looking for a quick fuck, after I had picked them and opened my top to let them see I was both ready and willing.
At school some girls wanted to be my friend, only because their daddies asked them to invite me for a stayover, We smoked weed, popped pills and got pissed on drinks, and I fucked their daddy while they watched and masturbated, or joined in and let their own fathers mount them too, I got off on that i****tuous delicacy.
The hypocrisy of the Psychiatrist, was evident when my allotted one asked me to masturbate myself, then joined in and anally fucked me on his carpet, again our dirty little secret. If the truth be told, seeing me was all about resolving his problem, anal sex with minors, every visit I made for supposed therapy, I earned a lot of money, I learned very quickly how to use my arse, mouth, and pussy for money and by fifteen, I had a couple of post office and different bank accounts, with £15000 and a strong desire for even dirtier sex.
I grew up enjoying the orgasms my body freely gave me. The more I indulged the stronger they got, I was being rewarded with the greatest thing a persons body can give, but only when that person freely indulges and submits. If you let your orgasms be dependant upon others giving them to you, I am sorry, you are going to lose out, as they only want their own.
My years later I temped in an small office for a summer job to earn enough to go on holiday before getting back to studies. My boss had made it clear during the interview he was a dom and wanted a temp girl as his sub. It ad nothing to do with the money on offer, but the thrill of the sex, little did he know how wet the crotch of my knickers were as I sat cross legged, trying to have an orgasm squeezing my thighs with my knickers bunched tight in my cunt, listening to his coded speech and nodding in compliance, like a dumb little innocent bitch, accepting his proposals that meant he would be using me like a spent condom, to be discarded, fuck I loved the idea, all I had to do was piss him off and let him take me to the next level.
He was dirty and he liked I was open enough to listen to his smutty talk and secret enough to keep it inhouse. "You have a serious boyfriend", he asked me one night I was working late?
"Serious boyfriend", I retorted, curious as to what constituted a serious boyfriend?
"One that pork's you", he retorted, this time his voice was thick, he was horny and making a play for my pussy. "One that fucks me", I answered back, plainly and deliberately, with a broad smile on my face, "All my boyfriends fuck me", I continued, now it was me asking to be fucked, as I stood on the other side of his desk, and deliberately bent over it and placed my elbows on top of it, my tight dress straining and showing off my taut buttocks and my G-string knickers under it. I rested my chin in my palms as he got up and walked around the desk and stopped behind me, as I stared ahead, waiting for him to take me.
The palm of his hand stroked my buttocks under my taut grey dress, the tight fabric preventing his fingers from delving in deeper and feeling my labia and clitoris. "You will have to pull it up to get in there", I heard myself say, by now I was convinced I had a spreading wetness that would stain the grey fabric and he would see that.
"You're a dirty naughty little cunt, aren't you", he throatily replied? "Yes sir, I am your naughty dirty little cunt sir", I retorted, reaching back and easing the hem of my skirt up high over my arse until onto the small o my back, and my bared buttocks with the string of my panties, fully revealed to him, delving deep between my labia all open and wet for him.
I felt him groan as he undid his leather belt that held his pants up, "Good I thought, he going to fuck me", but instead, felt the sting before hearing the crack of leather on my skin, and the sudden warmth as the welt rose where it stuck my arse. I gritted my teeth and lowered my head until my forehead ley on the wooden table and endured in silence the whacks of force and the markings on my arse, as he laid into me and the backs of my thighs.
He cut my labia and stung my clitoris, and when he stopped with exhaustion, and slid three fingers into my open and very wet cunt, I was starting to orgasm, combing the pain and the pleasure, a new experience for me, and then I heard a knock on the outer door, and my boyfriend voice.
I looked back at my boss, now my dom, who continued to try and push his fist into me. He making such a slurping sloppy noise as he twisted and pushed, I feared my boyfriend would hear him, I reached back and pulled his fingers from me, "Fuck me now" I demanded, threatening to straighten up and leave, I saw him reached for his cock and turned back and rested my chin on my hands until he finished wanking himself onto my open crotch.
I shouted out "Coming", to my waiting boyfriend and adjust my skirt back into place, grabbed my things and just left, with his warm semen running down my arse and legs, something that later he would have to lick, as I watched him.
2 years ago
How knows whos wetness will get added to yours on your bedsheets.