Whichever way you spin it,
no matter how many hours
a shrink would love to dig
into my soul, or the number
of ‘friends’ that want to
analyze me, that is the only
I love sex.
conclusion you can come up
with. I do what I do because
I simply enjoy sex. The way
it feels, the way it makes
me feel, the scent, the
sounds that come with it…. I
love the feeling of the
uninhibited pleasure I get
after each orgasm and the
unbridled joy of basking in
the aftermath. The high of
knowing that my next lay is
just around the corner and
I have no idea who he is
yet, is indescribable.
How did I get here? How did
I become the woman that
wakes up with a new guy at
her side every other day?
The woman that can’t get a
good night sleep unless it’s
induced by sexual
exhaustion? It really isn’t
that much of a mystery.
First sexual experience I
had was with another girl. I
was 10. I should probably
let you know I was a very
curious kid. My 12-year-old
cousin and her brother
came over to our house for
the summer holidays. One
night as we were having a
bath together, I just
couldn’t help noticing her
budding breasts. The last
time I saw her was the
previous summer break
and she was as bare-
chested as a board. (uhm,
so was I but that’s not the
point).
Tonight though, I honestly
couldn’t tear my eyes away.
I teased her about it and as
expected of any 12-year-
old girl, she was really shy
about it and told me to cut it
out. I continued teasing,
then at a point I touched
them to see how they felt.
She slapped my hands
away. I touched again, she
hit me the second time.
Then the third time, she
couldn’t resist and I noticed
a look in her eyes when I
had a go at the nipples.
She stopped resisting and I
continued exploring. Her
soft breast sure were
enticing to touch, and boy, I
wanted to taste them so
bad. At that age, I did not
know why I had this urge. I
just knew I did.
My first taste of an actual
nipple (well, the first I can
remember) was heavenly. I
derived pleasure from her
moan and I felt a stir in me
I’ve never felt before. That
was as far as we went last
night, but during the
subsequent bath nights, we
took it steps further.
That summer holiday
changed a lot for me. I
became…. aware. I looked at
everyone differently and it
just seemed all my
schoolmates and friends
have a secret within them
that I couldn’t wait to
unleash.
In subsequent years, I
perfected the art of self-
pleasure, and two days
after my 13th birthday,
behind the locked doors of
my school’s girls’
bathroom, beside the
rusted sink, back against
the wall, legs spread apart,
hands around his waist, I
lost my virginity. Men in the position of
power thrill me…
I figured this out the first
time I screwed my lecturer.
He was the epitome of tall,
dark and handsome. First
time I had to take his class,
all I could think about was ripping of his crisp, blue
shirt and leaving him weak-
kneed as I ride him to a
point of oblivion.
On a cool, Wednesday
afternoon, I got my chance.
At 19, rocking a pretty
face, well-rounded, perky
breasts, gorgeous legs and
curvy ass, it really isn’t
that hard to get men to
take a second look. So,
when I went to his office in
the guise of wanting to give
him a class assignment
which I (purposely) did not
submit until after the
deadline, I could feel his
eyes devour me as soon
as I stepped in.
“You know I do not accept
late submissions” he said
in the husky voice have
come to love.
“I’m really sorry sir, ” I
replied as I feigned
contriteness.
I had the seduction plot all
planned out and I wore my
short, black dress for the
occasion. I should also
mention I conveniently
forgot to put on underwear.
As I approached his table, I
knocked over his pen on
purpose which I bent down
to pick, knowing full well
that this would give him a
clearer view of my behind.
Our eyes met as I came
back up. I could see the
heat in his, and I could feel
myself moistening in
response. In no time at all,
he was all over me,
kissing, grabbing and
nibbling at the parts he
could reach. I eagerly
unbuttoned his shirt as I
grind against him.
His pants came down, my
dress pulled up as I turned
my behind to him and bent
over his desk.
Ohh..the glorious invasion.
The harder he thrust, the
more I wanted. I could feel
my self building towards the
sweet, sweet release as he
grabbed my breasts and
held on for dear life.
Feeling him close to climax,
I let go; my own orgasm
pushing him over the edge
and seconds after, with one
deep, final thrust, he gave
me all he got.
…..
As I turned my back and
headed out of his office, I
heard him say,
“Make sure your
assignments are submitted
on time from now on”
I smiled a slow, mischievous
smile knowing fully well that
is one instruction I’m never
going to obey.
