Complex? Us?

One minute I’m being banged like a whore….the next I feel soft, virginal…almost shy! “What”, as the saying goes, “the fuck”? 

I’m..er….well, me. One who enjoys every aspect of sex and sexual fantasies. One who wants to be gang banged one day. One who wants to be used. Ah, but then, I’m also one who wants to use! 

Oh dear….I’m not doing very well today, am I? 

Ok…take a pull on the coffee, Anna, and get your act together. 

It was Dani this morning. She is in a white linen dress and something about the way she looked and moved seemed to scream ‘virgin’ at me. More than that, she seemed to look like a virgin inquiring into the sexual world. Hey..I know. Have you seen “The Wicker `man”? The scene where the girl is naked, and trying to seduce `Edward Woodward? There’s a moment, as she sings, where she looks totally virginal. Oh, you simply have to see it to understand what I’m on about. Well, that’s how Dani looked today, and I realised…that’s how I feel! 

Now, many things you may call me, but ‘virginal’ isn’t at the top of the list! But as I said, we are complex creatures. 

And so it is that I’m wearing white panties, a pale yellow dress, and, unusually for me, a trainer bra. I feel soft, gentle, virginal. I feel….hmm….ah yes, I know….I feel like that very first time I masturbated with intent. Oh, I’d explored a bit down there, and knew certain parts felt nice to touch, and I’d also got a fair way towards the big ‘O’ I think, but I’d scared myself off and hadn’t gone through with it,

But one night…..I was lying in bed, restless. Understandable, I suppose, since I’d spent every night of the previous week almost getting there, but not quite. I’d experienced that ‘pee’ feeling so often. At first I’d been scared of it, but then I began to wonder, “Well…what the hell if I do?” I had got up and gone to the bathroom determined that if ‘it’ happened, there wouldn’t be much of itt. I’d collected my biggest, thickest, fluffiest bath towel and doubled it up under me. I still hadn’t take my panties off though. Strange, the things we do, isn’t it? I’d begun by stroking my little titties gently and enjoying the warm buzz that gave me between my legs. Then….well…..then I’d let my right hand track down my tummy and into the waistband. 

There was a light covering of pubic hair there….I hadn’t got into shaving then. I found the sweet spot and even circled my hole a few times, enjoying the wetness and slipperiness but not daring to push a finger too far inside. So, back to my clit. 

Almost immediately, I felt that pee feeling begin. I remember quite clearly that I’d kicked my duvet off and had spread my legs by drawing my feet up and letting my knees flop apart. I made sure the soles of my feet were planted on the bed. This, to me at that age, was the sexiest position imaginable. I was ‘open’. A boy could push it up me like this. 

Unusually for me, I had felt restricted, so I’d taken my wet panties off. Now, that felt really erotic. Naked from the waist down. ‘look, boys! Here’s my sex…..my pussy….my (whispered`) cunt! The “C” word wrenched it from me. Ripped my cum from deep inside me. My back arched and I couldn’t breathe. And it just kept right on going. 

(Twenty minutes later)

I’m sorry. I had to stop typing. I’ve just laid on the rug in my den. I slipped out of my dress and felt my titties through my bra….how soft trainer bras feel, yet how electrified the nipples under them feel! I lay down on my rug, and as usual, I know better than to force Miss Brain down a road she doesn’t wish to travel, yet today, she seems compliant. I slipped my panties off while still standing, but I did it slowly…with that care young girls exhibit when they’re not sure what will be in the crotch. In my case, the usual creamy wetness of arousal.

I’d lay down on my rug and masturbated as in that first time, but imagining a nameless boy being with me. We weren’t going to ‘do it’, but we were going to masturbate together. Him kneeling between my open legs and me, strumming my clit and looking at his hard, engorged cock. I had got there really fast, and just as I imagined him spurting all over my cunt, I had cum hard and long. 

I’m soaked, of course. My fingers smell of me, and I’ve dabbed some of my natural essence on my neck and behind my ears. In fact, I’ve probably gone overboard with it. I’m going to see if I can attract Dani, who looks like she is feeling as aroused as I am today. 

My panties, now back on, feel deliciously warm and wet. How some girls don’t like this feeling is a mystery to me, but I guess we’re alll different. 

If anything happens, I’ll be sure to let you know.