Finding my place
I know this reads pretty standard, and in a way, it is. Find out how great women's clothes are, start chatting in them, get seduced by the attention...guess you can say I'm into classic stories. After fighting it for so long, restricting myself to just chatting, I finally allowed myself to be convinced to meet with someone. This particular guy had been working on me for weeks, chatting with me routinely, hitting on me, wearing down my resistance. Finally, I agreed to have him over on his lunch.
He wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, but I had a long way to go to be passable, so it was a fair trade. We spent a while kissing, but that didn't go too great...that was my first introduction to guys who don't kiss well. I didn't really feel like I could say that, though...hurray, lack of self-confidence...so I decided I needed to change things. Which, um, really only left one thing that could come to mind.
I was nervous as hell, but I'd written this scene in chat rooms for years, so I could do it, right? So, I sank to my knees, and started to fumble with his zipper. This was when the magic started. I suddenly felt immensely feminine, immensely submissive...and immensely powerful. Here I was, this 20-something with a crappy job and a borrowed dress, but this rich and powerful doctor's entire world was centered on what I was doing with my hands and mouth. It felt electric! From that point on, I knew I was hooked. I used everything I knew about sex (which involved a lot of videos, I won't lie) to get him off, and swallowed him...because that's what good girls do. ;) Never saw him again, sadly, but that was definitely the first major milestone. And one I've never regretted.
He wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, but I had a long way to go to be passable, so it was a fair trade. We spent a while kissing, but that didn't go too great...that was my first introduction to guys who don't kiss well. I didn't really feel like I could say that, though...hurray, lack of self-confidence...so I decided I needed to change things. Which, um, really only left one thing that could come to mind.
I was nervous as hell, but I'd written this scene in chat rooms for years, so I could do it, right? So, I sank to my knees, and started to fumble with his zipper. This was when the magic started. I suddenly felt immensely feminine, immensely submissive...and immensely powerful. Here I was, this 20-something with a crappy job and a borrowed dress, but this rich and powerful doctor's entire world was centered on what I was doing with my hands and mouth. It felt electric! From that point on, I knew I was hooked. I used everything I knew about sex (which involved a lot of videos, I won't lie) to get him off, and swallowed him...because that's what good girls do. ;) Never saw him again, sadly, but that was definitely the first major milestone. And one I've never regretted.
10 years ago