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Several of my playmates have encouraged me to tell my story and relate my adventures as I explored the many faceted world of uninhibited sex. In this first meeting I will relate a little background and set the stage for all that follows. Each of the following episodes are actually reports written for my teachers as I complete, or fail, the assignments they give me.

I am 29, divorced, 5’2”, 115 pounds with 34b, 23, 35 figure that I take care of with tennis and swimming. Up until just before Christmas last year I had lived what I considered a normal life, college, marriage, divorce, and a pretty good job. But somehow I felt something was missing, nothing real got me excited. There was just no zip in my life. Sex was good, but predictable, and a little short of what I had been lead to believe when we girl talked in highschool. The “hubby” was a typical Texas Red Neck, wam, bam, thank you Ma’am, at least at home. As I found out he had a lot more imagination with the chippies. Good by guy!

Working on a client proposal one evening I kept getting hit from a porn site. After the thing popping up on my search engine several times I clicked on it. I am not sure why, I was bored, I was curious, and I was frustrated with my project and my life. I saw things I had never thought about. I guess I knew that such things went on, but I had never given any thought to it. At first I was shocked, I clicked off as fast as I could.

I couldn’t think, I walked around the house , got a drink, and still the images flooded my mind. I went to my desk and clicked back on.

I was like the fat girl at the buffet, I ran from one thing to the next, wanting to get it all, liking this thing, but always looking for the next treat. Hours flew past as I wandered a before unseen world. Feeling as if I must be mentally perverted I viewed pictures of sucking and fucking, of beautiful women in singles and couples being peed on or cum on or gang banged as I played shamefully with myself.

With the rising sun I finally went to my bed. I dreamed in spurts of naked women and hard dicks as I tossed and turned for the few hours before I had to go to the office. At work that day I was totally distracted, my mind wandering to the sites I had view that previous night. I cut the work day short and as soon as I could get home I was back on the net.

For weeks this went on. I did get better control of myself, and did manage to function at the job. My life revolved around porn. I saved hundreds of pictures and bookmarked dozens of site. And finally I found the story sites. Up until then the pictures were like ice cream, good, but didn’t really serve a purpose other than to help me feel better. And they did make me feel better, sometimes two or three times a night as I masturbated myself almost constantly.

Reading the stories brought the pictures to life for me, adding a completely new dimension to them. I printed out stories and took them with me to read in my free time. I put myself into each story. Unfortunately I had no one to talk to about it all. Gradually I began to think about trying out some of the tales I had read.

I knew that I couldn’t misbehave at home or at work, I had too much to lose. My mind started working on ways to experiment and bring to life some of the tales. My first idea was a dismal failure. I rented a hotel room in a near town. The plan was to order room service, meet the bell hop at the door naked and have him eat me as I ate dinner. All went well until the knock on the door. I was standing there completely naked and couldn’t move. Finally, after he knocked several times I called out to him to leave the tray outside.

I was so pissed at myself! I cussed and called myself names for an hour. Then finally I was determined to give it another try. I picked up the phone to order my fuck and what did I find, room service was closed for the night.

I started shopping for sexier clothes. I would go to malls and try on outfits with short short shirts, thin blouses and tight tops to show my tits. I bought sexy heels and stockings. I wore these in the dressing rooms and in my house, but would never get out the door in them. I needed help. I was no good at being bad!

This wasn’t like anything else I had tried. At college I had professors telling me what to do, at work I was given quotas and goals, in each case I had accountability to someone. Still I was on the computer each chance I had. There I finally found the answer. I had seen the chat rooms, but had never tried them. I started just watching the conversations at first and slowly an idea developed.

Here separated by the anonymous Internet I could talk to people about what I wanted. I could ask advice and direction, but I had even one more step in mind. I could ask for homework!

I was hesitant at first as I entered into private conversations in the chat site, but soon found that most of the guys were really pretty nice, just real horny. It was hard getting a guy to understand what I wanted, but there are plenty of men on the web and I soon found a few willing souls. I learned that if I wanted something from a guy I had to give something in return. My first attempt a cyber sex was a thrill as I learned that I not only enjoyed it but was good at it. I think I have a real talent for cyber blow jobs.

Finally I got to the point. I wanted my cyber chat partner to give me a scenario to act out in real life. I left it pretty much open to the guy to lay it out for me. The only rules I placed on the game were that I wouldn’t involve my job or get into pain or danger. Once the idea was accepted my chat partners came up with some imaginative ideas. I had shaved my pussy a few weeks earlier and I would sit and talk, role play and diddle for hours getting the game set up.

My first assignment was a simple flash. It was still winter and I was to wear an overcoat and heels, and standing on a not too busy street corner flash an oncoming driver. This was a first of many firsts to come for me. I was petrified as I walked from my car to the street corner, and I wasn’t sure I would be able to do it. I kept thinking of having to face my teacher if I failed, and of how good I would feel to tell him I was successful.

I watched cars approach until I was sure a single car with a single occupant was coming. He caught the light, and my eye at the same time. I smiled and waited, and when the cross traffic light turned yellow I casually opened my coat. What a thrill! The look on his face is something I will never forget. Coat still open I turned and walked off as he sat through the green light.