Opposites

We are taught (especially in a Catholic education environment) to be such demure girls. Propriety at all times! Any vulgarity at all was stamped on hard. We had a Sister, one Sister Assumpta. Who was a real bitch of the first order. If she caught any of us showing any form of vulgarity, not only would it be an automatic detention, always served in the chapel, always on our knees on the hardest, roughest piece of concrete floor she could find, but also a bluntly worded letter home describing our act in detail. Try an hour of the Blessed Rosary kneeling on sharp concrete until your knees bleed.

Up to a point, I understand that it’s not good to let adolescent girls behave like sluts, but even with all this conditioning, we used to grab any chance, either with each other or alone to engage in slutty behaviour. 

When I was 13, even lying on my bed with my legs apart thrusting my pelvis was a highly erotic act. When I learned I could get my feet up by my bum, flop my knees out sideways, this felt even more horny! I could just imagine a man between my thighs, and I loved having my hole exposed like that. It used to make me drip with wetness. 

Going to school without panties (only ever on non-PE days of course) was a blast. My little group of friends had a small enamel badge which we wore on our left jacket lapel. When we went commando, we would put the badge on the right lapel. Of course, sister Assumpta spotted this change immediately, but she never discovered what it meant, and believe me, she tried. 

For a 14/15 year old girl, not wearing panties is incredibly daring. It made my heart race, and it also made me horny as fuck! And with that, of course, comes the wetness. No longer being able to soak into panties, that wetness spread around my inner thighs at the top where it evaporated. I could sit in class and the slightest movement of my skirt, I could smell my own arousal....which only made me more aroused. It was on those days that I would run to the bathroom at break time, lock myself into a stall and rub myself off. With the voices of other girls around me, often talking crudely to each other, I had some terrific orgasms there!

Externally, a prim and proper ‘good girl’, internally, a slut in the making. 

We had real sluts of course. One girl was very proud of her reputation of bedding one boy after another. It wasn’t long before she disappeared from school, and I saw her a few months later, complete with baby bump. At 17! 

I don’t think I’m alone when I say that I was scared of my vagina for quite a while. I was scared of its wetness to begin with. I would have these ‘floods’ as I called them. One moment I would be fine down below, and then I would feel this welt of liquid pulse out of me and into my panties. It felt like the floodgates opened. Imagine your mouth full of water, and then you simply opening your lips and letting it fall out. That’s as close as I can get to describing the feeling.  For a long time I took three spare pairs of panties with me to school to change into. (I tried panty liners, but I didn’t like the feel,of them, and they can smell yucky too.) Then there were the irregular periods, although I was luckier than many. I was only irregular for about six months. Some girls went a year or more with every day potentially being a surprise! I was also lucky....AM also lucky, in that my periods are very light, and don’t last long. 

So, we masturbate, we fantasize, but there’s that little thing called a hymen. Every girl hears stories about how much it hurts to lose your cherry. Every girl hears horror stories about it too. Failed attempts at sex with a boyfriend, frustration, pain, bleeding, mums finding out....the myths and legend abound. Doctors finding you’ve lost your cherry and telling your parents. Parents often think that a lost hymen must mean you’re having sex, but it doesn’t. Actually, I think the best indicator a girl is having sex are her panties. If mum finds semen in panties, it’s a pretty safe bet that your darling daughter is getting laid. 

Some girls decide to wait until their wedding night. (Dangerous if you ask me. Many relationships fail because of sexual incompatibility). I didn’t like the idea of losing my virginity while having sex. I wanted it out of the way beforehand. So, quite literally, I took matters into my own hands, and after a couple of false starts, I broke my own hymen. It....maybe not hurt, exactly.....it stung more than hurt, and there was blood, but what surprised me more than anything was a couple of days later, when I took my trusty candle to bed again, it STILL stung AND bled. It took three or four attempts before I could experience the full delights of penetration without discomfort. 

And remember, unlike a guy, where everything is front and centre out there, everything we have is hidden away, and can’t be seen without some gymnastics with a mirror....or a video camera.

And then there’s the most surprising area of sexual pleasure. Girls will talk about anal, and I found the views very polarised. Some girls said it was definitely a no-no, and if their boyfriend suggested that, he could fuck off. Some girls said they had thought about it (yeah, I bet they had.....with one finger on their clit and another finger up their bum) when I was at school, no-one admitted to having done it. 

Me? Ah....well.....one evening I decided I wanted to see what happened down there when I orgasmed. I knew about the contractions, but I wondered if anything was visible, so I set up a video camera, fiddled around with the zoom until my crotch filled the screen and then masturbated to orgasm clitorally. 

I was really surprised when I viewed the recording. Just a second before the orgasm hit, my whole crotch did something weird. For a start my bum actually opened a little, and then I saw these pulses either side of my bum hole, and my vagina was opening and closing a little as each wave took me.  The movements weren’t huge, certainly nothing like what I was feeling at the time, but they were definitely visible. So, given that my bum seemed involved, I wondered about anal. 

Me being me, ....oh.....hang on.....something important. Anal sex was discussed at school! By a nun! We were told about the osculum infame. (Pronounced oskulum in-far-may for non Latin speakers). The Devil’s kiss, when his worshipers will literally kiss his asshole. The sister went on to say that, “Sexual intercourse, not by way of the vagina, is the devil’s work.” We had no idea how you could have sexual intercourse “not by way of the vagina”, but it didn’t take long to work out. We only have three usable holes after all. Well, that educated the young ladies in my human biology class, and opened up a few of them (me) to a whole new world! 

Where was I....oh yes....me being me, I figured that if there were pleasure muscles there, then maybe it would feel nice to touch myself there. I experimented and found it was indeed nice, and not just to touch, but to have something in there. Thin candles provided a big enough thrill, and let me tell you, having something in your bum when you cum, girls, is fucking horny! Another benefit of Catholic education. Votive candles are just right for experimenting with! 

Guys have this thing called a prostate gland. It’s where semen is made and some guys like it stimulated by a finger up there when they cum. I haven’t done that to a guy (yet) but I would be up for it. 

If you stopped 10 girls in the street and asked them if they like any form of anal, you’re probably going to get your face slapped 10 times and probably arrested too, but I wouldn’t mind betting that of those 10 girls, 6 or 7 have had some form of anal pleasure.

Opposites, again.

Finally, we come to the biggest opposite of all. Fantasy and reality. I have a very wide range of masturbatory fantasies, some of which I definitely want to live out in real life, and some of which I would detest in the real world. 

Being tied up and raped? Makes me cum hard every time Miss Brain points me in that direction. Try to rape me in real life, and your testicles will be in a bag in the ambulance beside you, and you’d better hope the surgeon can sew them back on again in time.

Being forced to my knees and forced to suck a guy’s dick? Again, a nice fantasy, but in real life, an opportunity to reduce your dick size by several inches before I spat the remainder of it out. 

Fantasies, even during sex, are absolutely fine. During masturbation, some form of mental imagery is essential. But fantasy is fantasy, and living them out....well....

I suppose it depends to some degree on the length, and strength of the relationship. Imagine being with someone for 30 years. You will have gone through pretty much everything you ever wanted to do sexually, so how do you keep it alive and vibrant? Maybe you live out a few fantasies or role plays. As I write this, I think that as long as I was 100% secure in the relationship, I wouldn’t have a problem with my partner thinking or talking about someone else while he fucks me, or me talking about how a girl I knew he liked might fuck him...or herself. And he would have to be ok with me doing the same. Long term relationships need something to keep the fire burning. 

But it can backfire.

I know a couple who married when they were both 19. (Way too young in my opinion, but there you go.) I knew Kelly from school and she was a founder member of our little panty flashing club. She and her husband decided to live out her threesome fantasy. Kelly actually asked me to be the third, but I declined. Anyway, they found another girl and lived it out. To quote Kelly. “I really thought it would be erotic as fuck to see David fuck another girl. In fact, it broke my heart. Not so much that it happened....it was after all supposed to be an evening of unlimited sex, but that he clearly enjoyed being inside another girl so much.” 

The deal was that they would have two threesomes, one FFM and one MFM. When it was her turn she said, “Being fucked by another man made me realise I wasn’t done yet. I wasn’t done exploring sex with other people. David felt really uncomfortable watching me getting laid.” They broke up soon after. Some may say they married too soon and this was inevitable. Maybe that’s the case, but to me it highlights the danger of living out fantasies. 

Finally Finally, I wonder in fact if sex itself is an opposite. An opposite from the mundane, the everyday. We walk through life being proper, fully clothed (sometimes) and decent, yet when we’re having sex, we put ourselves in indecent positions, we remove some or all of our clothing, and go at it. Even when we simply masturbate, we contour up for ourselves scenarios that are either possible in real life, or totally impossible. 

We can be screwing that girl from work, or being seduced by that horny teenager. We can be making slow, passionate love to fucking her powerfully from behind. 

Masturbation, I am convinced, is vital to a healthy sex life. How can you be with a partner if you have no idea what you like yourself? And the worst thing you can do, in my opinion, is hide something that you really like. You have to be honest. 

So, if you were with me, (male or female), know that I love having my bum hole licked and fingered. Know that I might ask to pee on you, or ask you to pee on me. I may well swear while you’re fucking me, and call you obscene names. I definitely want you to talk dirty to me. If you’re male, I will adore sucking you off, and yes, I swallow. Although it’s very submissive, I love to be on my knees doing this with you standing over me. If you’re female, don’t worry about squirting in my mouth. If I’m your first other girl, and you realise you’re getting feelings that you’ve never felt before, no, I don’t care if you lose control and pee in my mouth. I will happily tongue your bum hole too. 

I ask just one thing. Be honest. I’ve given this a lot of thought, and if you want to fuck me while thinking about my sister, then go ahead. Tell me first and I might even go and find a couple of pairs of her used panties. One for me to wear, and one for you to smell. You can even call me Alison of you like. Trust me, I will role play right back at you. 

Would you like me to role play the uncertain but horny virgin? You got it! Or would you simply like to sit in a chair and watch me masturbate? 

Well, make yourself comfortable, because that is precisely what I’m about to do. 

****(I realise this isn’t up to my usual standard, but I just wanted to share some opinions. I would love to hear yours too. Any girls out there secret anal masturbators, but would never dare to ask their partner to finger their bums? Any guys out there in the same position? Anyone role play other people when you’re having sex?)