NOTE: This story is NOT for everyone- if you are looking for a quicky- go elsewhere. But if you've got some time and want to be turned on in ways you've only imagined, please continue. Keep in mind that this story is TRUE. It is MY story. If you don't believe me, email me, and I will try to convince you. Warning: if you are weak of sexual spirit, you are more likely to be disgusted than turned on. Also, since this is my first submission EVER, any feedback at all would be greatly appreciated.
So here I am, at the ripe age of 21 and already engaged, mores the pity. Damn love and its devices. I've been snagged by a true master. But it's not enough.
A little about me, you ask? It would be my pleasure to tell you all about myself. I think the most dominant part of my personality stems from the fact that I am not dominant at all- at least not where it really matters: the bedroom. Of course, this is assuming that the sex- if you could even call it such a tame name at this point- stays in the bedroom, which is not the case. But those are different stories for another time.
Physically, I am no Barbie doll; my figure is quite the hourglass. I am real- 5'4" about 145 pounds. My hair, a blonde and curly mop falls down to the middle of my back. My master refuses to let me cut it. My eyes are blue-grey-green, changing color with the light.
I keep my eyebrows well-groomed. I am actually rather obsessive about them. They are dark, almost black, and arched just enough to make me look demure and sexy at the same time. This is a conscious effect, I will not lie.
My lips are a dark pink naturally. I really don't need to wear lipstick to give them color, but I do anyway from time to time to draw attention to them. They are full, both top and bottom and meet in the middle in an almost angelic pout.
In summer, I tan a nice light bronze. But typically, my skin is pale with enough natural color that it is difficult for me to find foundation that matches it. I have been described as a china doll before, or an angel.
My body does not reflect these images, however. My shoulders slant into natural curves, leading straight down my arms without sharp bones ruining the image of smooth glass.
I have been told by many men that they are my best feature sexually. The nice guys tell me they like my smile best. Liars. My smiles do not make their dicks hard when they think about them. My breasts are huge- proportionally. Enough so that I sometimes suffer from back pain. They are round, smooth orbs with large areoles a few shades lighter than my lips.
I am thrilled that I don't grow a belly- my stomach is flat, which is good, because I hardly have a torso at all. I'm all breasts and ass, which is also disproportionately large. Too large to wear skirts right- not that I let that stop me. Women can sympathize with me about how difficult it is for me to find clothes. Of course, my master prefers to keep me naked.
I have no complaints regarding my waist- it is high and dips in nicely.
My legs aren't worth mentioning, at least not in my mind. Too thick; too much playing baseball and not enough jazzercise. Extremely muscular, but not in that high heels-evening gown sort of way. Besides, I prefer to walk around barefoot. It's that little bit of hippie in me.