It’s lovely to be wrapped in a lovers arms, and know that they love you to their core. It’s lovely to feel loved...to be made love to romantically and passionately, and above all slowly, so that you both reach the climax simultaneously. Every girls’ dream, right? But what about the dark side of the Force? Why does it also feel nice to be thrown onto a bed and fucked raw? Why does crudity, dirty language, dirty, some may say, perverted acts feel so good?
When I was 15, I realised my parents role played during sex. Mom, a lawyer by profession, had several outfits she used that ranged from innocent schoolgirl, to dominatrix. She had that sort of face that she could pull off a genuine schoolgirl....not the slutty type, but the real deal. Then again, with her hair tied back and harsh makeup, I could well imagine her in heels and the black leather basque I’d found along with the leather whip! Its made me think a lot about my sexuality. I'm bi sexual, although I enjoy women more than men, I too adore being loved, wrapped up, cared for....but I also enjoy what some call “perverted” sex. I love being peed on (but only by other girls), and I love peeing on a lover. (Both Male and female). I enjoy going out in short dresses with nothing underneath. I love people catching sight on my vagina.....old men....young teens....whatever. I love masturbating outdoors....or where I may be caught. Store security cameras have provided hours of fun! Heres a fantasy I use to get myself off. As with the best fantasies, parts of it are true, and I’ll try to write those in italics. I’m 17. I heard mom and dad fucking last night, and it’s left me really horny. All day at school I’ve been wet...so wet.... Ive walked home with the sole intention of getting myself off as soon as I get there. I walk upstairs and past their room. It smells of sex. Mom and dad did their ‘schoolgirl’ role,play last night.....her ‘school panties’, a pair of dark blu ones lie on the floor where he took them off her....there’s also a pair of ripped pantyhose nearby. I’m, of course, still in my uniform....my fucking school insists on uniform right until you leave at 18. I imagine mom in hers...looking much like me, I guess. We are very similar. Fuck, I’m wet, though! I flop onto my bed, and begin to play with myself over my pantyhose and panties. Already I can feel the slickness. (Fantasy) My legs are spread wide....I’ve undoe my shirt and one breast is exposed. I have a hand inside my pantyhose and panties. I love cumming in my panties, and I know that today I will squirt a lot. I’m getting really into it thinking about mom and dad. He’s seducing her.....talking her into giving him her cherry...they’ve been making out like a teenage girl would with an older man. (I know dad role,plays either an older man, or a teacher.) finally, he can’t take it any more and he rips her pantyhose, pulls her blu school panties aside and pushes inside her. She cries out as her hymen tears. I open my eyes for a second. Dad is standing at my bedroom door watching....watching every move. He sees my knuckles through my panties and he must be able to see how wet I am. I can certainly see the bulge in his pants. The bulge that’s been inside mom....the bulge that made me! He unzips and walks over to my bed. I don’t stop him....I can’t stop him. He sits beside me and runs a hand up my thigh making me shiver. I reach for his erection. It’s hard as steel, warm, and slick with pre cum. I feel ripping as he tears my pantyhose. He takes my hand out of my panties and holds it to his face, kissing my wetness off each finger. Then, suddenly, he’s on top,of me, between my legs. He’s fumbling with my panties....tugging them aside. I feel him at my opening....Oh my God....I’ll never be able to take him inside me...he’s too big, and it’s my first time. He cups his hands under my shoulders, and I feel his stron, muscular back. There’s a hard pull on both shoulders, coupled with an equally hard thrust. Pain shoots through me between my legs and I cry out. He’s inside me. The pain subsides, but doesn’t go...in fact...it morphs into pleasure. Pain/pleasure. He fucks me calling me not by moms name, but by mine. I feel us climb the pathway together towards the same goal. As we both cum, I cry out. ”Oh daddy!” The number of times I’ve masturbated to this, or variations of it! Sometimes, daddy forces me. Other times, mom invites me to join them. Either way, it’s a gloriously perverted fantasy that I enjoy very much. Of course, I had to stop and masturbate after writing the main body of this....it just turned me on so much...so I’m sitting here in very wet panties right now. Now, I have fooled around with my brother, I’ve told you that before. I wont lie, it was incredible! Oh, that’s not to say it was ‘good sex’ in the mechanics or timing of it all. In fact, if you analyse who did what to whom, when and where, it was a bit of a mess, but what made it so horny, so good, was the fact that it was taboo! Brother/sister! My, how the nuns, monks and priests would be shocked! I became a very free and liberated person in my late teens. I learned to see sex everywhere, and once I started to look hard, I found sexual activity in many places. It might only be a look between two people ...you know, that kind of “I’d love to fuck her/him” look, but you knew the person was getting hard/wet thinking about it, right up to spontaneous sex in the most unlikely event or place. While I was at Cambridge, the most shy, reserved girl you could imagine ever meeting ended up masturbating with me. A gay guy who had never had sex with a girl fucked me to “see what it’s like” with a girl. This followed months of us just being good friends (we still are) and going shopping together...going to shows....then, one night, the conversation turned to sex. He told me what he’d done, I told him what I’d done. I told him what I’d like to do, he told me what he’d like to do. Sex is all around us. Oh make no mistake, it’s heabily covered up by society’s “rules” and in some cases, it’s laws too. These days, mustn’t look....mustn’t touch....mustn’t even ask in case you get slapped with a sexual harassment suit. I find it sickening, and totally against nature. I revel in my sexuality. I revel in my fantasies. I love that moment, say, in a swimming pool when someone might brush against you accidentally/on purpose. (Happens in the hot tubs a lot). I love someone undressing me with their eyes...and if possible, I love their expression if I let them see! When I was 16, we went on a cruise. (Which redefined boredom for me.) I spent hours on deck wearing the skimpiest dress I had with me...and nothing underneath. My lasting memory is of a young guy....maybe a year younger than me....who couldn’t take his eyes off me. I remember leaning over the rail, letting the breeze move my dress....I know he got an eyeful of my ass, and pussy from where he was lying on his lounger. It was glorious!
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