I was 14.
Not the prettiest girl in school.
Not the thinnest.
Brunette in a sea of blondes.
Short and curvy even at 14 surrounded by leggy sticks.
I wasn't sure what was special about me.....or what would ever make me special.
Then I met a boy.
And he kissed me for the first time on a amusement park ride. He told me years late that I was a bad kisser. I had much to learn. Good thing he was experienced.....for a 14 year old that had already had many girls and had already had sex.
I was afraid. Nervous. But after that kiss......I was THRILLED. My body woke up. My skin tingled. I started to realize in those days and weeks following what all the fuss was about.
I actually believed at the point that I could keep and maintain a "relationship" with this boy. That I could be as pure as possible and be the good Christian girl I was being raised to be. That only lasted so long.
I found out what every girls learns at that age. It's all about SEX!
While this boy and I connected (and stayed connected well into our adult life), I was unwilling at that point to give too much. Too afraid of not being able to stop, once I started.
Long story short...our little 8th grade love affair ended....for a time. He dated someone else.
That's when something changed. I didn't want to loose. I didn't like feeling like I lost to someone that would do what I wouldn't. I didn't like knowing I wouldn't have a chance again with him.
It was late one night. I was spending the night at his house, because he had a sister near my age. He was still with this other girl...OLDER girl. 17! As so often happens with girls....we got to talking and daring....and I made my way downstairs to where he was watching TV.
Silently I knelt down in front of him, looked up at him with the eyes I know how to use SO well now. And it all began....we kissed, I straddled him, he took my top off, he gave my the biggest hickey of my life on my left tit....and then I gave him my first ever blow job. Seeing his dick there...which to me looked enormous, throbbing and growing and waiting for me....it was all I could do to contain myself. I sucked and licked and eventually swallowed his load.
I walked out of the room and upstairs...and as I did a smile crossed my face. The thrill of satisfaction I felt in that moment was immense! I had won. He had given in to me. I had taken what I wanted. I walked away in control. I had left him satisfied and wanting more. Yes, I was smiling!
In that moment I began my journey to where I am today.
Learning to embrace my sexuality, my sensuality, my power as a sexy woman has been an adventure.
I hope you'll join me as I recount my adventurers....as I relive the ups and downs of becoming a hot wife. But more so my acceptance of who I am and finally arriving at a place where there is no shame for who I am and for what I need.
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