I probably love too many men. Some people see it as a problem: I don't. That's been the focus of my life since I was thirteen. All I thought about and talked about was boys. My mother took me to a doctor when I was fifteen. He said some people have more hormones than others and some have more nerve endings than others. I was probably blessed with both.
After I got my first period, when a boy held my hand, it felt like electricity going through me. I would grab his arm and rub it or run my hands up and down his back - anything to shake some of that electricity loose. To this day all a guy has to do is touch my nipples or between my legs and I start climbing the walls. Actually my skin reacts like a sex organ.
I quickly got a 'reputation'. It didn't bother me. I had lots more dates than Dianne 'prettiest girl' Ventura or Lenore 'prom queen' Galt. I made up in boyfriends what I didn't have in girlfriends.
My name is Lena Herman. I had a lot of nicknames, mostly because of my size. I'm barely five feet tall so I was "little Lena", "munchkin" or "Lena licker" behind my back. The more they talked, the more guys called.
I love Richard. I love Robert too. Sometimes I amuse myself with the endless possibilities. I love Dick and I love Bob. I love dick and I love bobbing. I love dicking and bobbing. I love to bob on dick and I love Bob to dick me: It goes on and on.