I had an insatiable thirst for adventure, my vibrant personality and infectious enthusiasm for life made me irresistible to those around me, and I possessed an uncanny ability to captivate people with my body.
I was rather untamed wilderness, a Jet set babe always clad in expensive taste custom lingerie by slay my lingerie.
When I was at college, a friend of mine got hold of an ancient porn movie. One of those from the era when porn was all about men with huge cocks and women with a perm where their slit should be.
The film told the tale of some chick who could only orgasm when a guy’s dick was in her throat. Yeah, you get the idea. At the point when most of us gag, she would climax. I suppose one could say a typical guy’s fantasy. But then again, handy for the gals if their man craves a lot of blow jobs — I don’t think I have ever fucked one who didn’t — and then tends to fall asleep after shooting his load.
Anyhow, my mates all laughed at the porno, even the guys, but it fascinated me. I knew it wasn’t true, but it also gave me hope: the idea was out there that not everyone gets off in the same way. I already knew I was one of those people and set myself the challenge to find out what turned me on.
Let me explain…
When all my girlfriends began chatting about ‘self-care’ and learning how great it was to give yourself an orgasm, I tried too. Even purchased a few sex toys to help the cause, but no matter what I did, how I titillated my clit, the big — O — never happened. Don’t get me wrong — my cunt would feel a little more tender and, well, warm. But how do you know what an orgasm feels like if you’ve never had one? I was sassy enough to realise this gushy warmth was not what the pleasure-seekers were… seeking!
I became convinced that if I had a boyfriend, things would be different. They weren’t. It has to be said, I didn’t give up easily.
Jack fucked me, a lot.
Steve licked my clit every night for a week.
Ben practically got his fist inside me while doing a real number on my nipples.
No joy. Then Mark and Matt decided what I needed was a MMF threesome. Why not? I thought as I found myself in a man-sandwich with me as the filling, being filled to the brim.
“Sorry, lads,” I said, as I let them out the door later that night.
Suffice to say Experimenting to discover what pushed my buttons was a whole lot of fun.
Don’t worry your escapades are safe with us.
Cherry popping!
