The odyssey that my sexual energies have zeroed in on has taken quite a few years to assemble me into the person I am today.
That said, it's the journey of getting there that counts on making us who and what we are and it's been quite a ride. A "bad" boyfriend, a voyeur boyfriend, a power hungry dominant woman and my own desires. Well, maybe I should even back up before that to add in a three year failed marriage.
The marriage was from the small town where I grew up. As I matured as a high school student my waist stayed the same and my hips and breasts blossomed. I became the "property" of my first boyfriend. The Hometown boy that was the football star of the town and had a deep religious background like seemingly everyone in the mid west. We attended different colleges after high school and had primarily a long distance relationship or were chaperoned by others when we were home on school vacations. We married the day after graduation and my white dress was accurately descriptive of my sexual experience.
Three years of teaching Sunday school each week, working at the church during the week as a volunteer, (in spite of the minister that always seemed to be staring down my neckline), going home to cook supper and be a full time servant to my husband. Cook the meals, do the dishes, take a bath and get into bed to await my "lord and master" to come in, jam his little dick into my mouth or pussy, do about 5 strokes to his orgasm and then I would lie there staring at the ceiling as he turned over and went to sleep. And then get up the next morning and do it all over again.
I finally talked to my minister about my sins of sexual frustration and he required me to give the details of my fantasies and of how much lust I had in my heart. The detailed wishes I had of what I fantasized that my husband could do to me. Even though I later can't believe how naive I was, I finally realized that he was jacking himself off under his desk right in front of me.
I quit the church, quit my husband, upgraded my education and moved to Texas to enter the business world. And met the "bad" boyfriend I mentioned earlier but for me at the time it was just perfect. A boyfriend that, while I knew from the start that the relationship would never be permanent, was one hell of a lot of fun. I was way behind on the sexual barometer and wanted to make up for it. It would seem the more time passes I am still trying to "move up". Besides, he loved to eat pussy, something my husband had Never done, and that was a wonderful start at keeping me happy. And then he wanted me to branch out...
My boyfriend at that time was intelligent enough to know that he had stepped into a sexual goldmine. I was as ready as any woman could possibly be with all the repression, false guilt, and voracious appetite all waiting to be released. I suspect that his wanting to branch out a bit was a natural enough desire in any one's fantasies but also because I was, on a daily or more often basis, fucking him into total exhaustion. If I were able to use my mouth, hands or vibrator to bring his cock to life then I was shortly thereafter riding his dick for all I was worth.
Just to give himself a breather he encouraged me to describe in detail any sexual fantasy that I or he could dream up. He gradually moved me around toward descriptions of sexual happenings with more than one man at a time and then to women. I resisted, with my strong religious background, but once he broke the barrier I found myself so turned on describing being with a woman that I was so wet I was gushing. Sometimes to attack my lover's cock or just bringing myself off to a shuddering climax.
He then led me toward doing something about my suppressed desires... It started with my placing an ad and a very anonymous photo online in a swingers site... We decided that my first experience would be a solo adventure to see if reality and fantasy would be merged into what I was hoping for. If not, and not feeling any pressure from my boyfriend, I could just walk away and things could stop right there.
