In all erotic stories you read about nasty fantasies that people choose to share with you. How many is just a fantasy? or are they stories played off as fantasies? A friend once asked me why I didn't try to write something in the romance area, the reason I do not is because I've never known much in the way of romance. To be honest kinky sex really hasn't been a part of my life either which is surprising how my mind could create such nasty images and stories. Would I ever act out on these fantasies? Not very likely. This story you're about to read will not be one like you've read before, this story is mine. Most of the experiences I've had are more on the funny side, some may even be gross, but I feel that I should share the person that I am. There will be no names mentioned and locations will be left out, however the sizes will be told how they actually were.
Growing up I was more of the odd ball, I was tall and very skinny with short curly brown hair. We didn't have a lot of money so I never had the name brand cloths or the great lunches like a lot of my other class mates had.
When I was five years old, I was diagnosed with a kidney disease, which resulted in me breaking out in hickey like marks all over my body more so in the warmer areas of my body than anywhere else. I spent a tremendous amount of time travelling to different doctors who at that time had no idea how to cure my illness. On a beautiful summer day, I became paralysed from the waist down from this disease, my parents got me to the hospital right away and there I stayed for eight days until I got better, and began to walk again. Luckily I was not plagued again after that for some unknown reason. Due to this disease though it did have permanent effects because I was taken off all dairy products my teeth were robbed of the calcium they needed to be bright and strong, needless to say this was another tease I was faced with during my school years.
I remained under weight until I was around 14 when I was diagnosed with Anemia and over active thyroid. Immediately I was placed on the necessary medications to build my iron up. Along with the medications came the diet, which slowly allowed me to gain the weight I needed. At the time of being diagnosed I was 5,7 and only weighed 100 lbs. The anemia was a result from the kidney disease I had in my child hood years.
I know you guys are waiting for the funny stuff to begin and it will, I just needed to give you all a bit on who I was and some of the struggles I've had along the way.
I was one of those ones that didn't experiment with sexual stuff until I was much older than all my friends. Going through high school I was the "square" one. I performed oral for the very first time at 18 to a guy who didn't even speak my language. It was an odd experience, just him and I in a back field in my grandparent's campground. We started off with kissing, and then the time came for me to please him orally. Due to the fact we didn't speak the same language I had to motion for him to pull down his pants for me, which he did pretty quickly. It seemed like I had this thing in my mouth forever not knowing what or when to expect it. I eventually got bored and decided to remove my mouth to turn and look at him while I continued to play, as my back was turned was when he came...UP THE BACK OF MY SHIRT!! (shouldn't have told my cousin I had done things earlier that night when it wasn't true) After I had got back to the tent I remember telling her that I had this lump feeling in my throat.
Another oral experience was later that summer when a friend and I had met these other two guys (again at a campground) and we decided that later that night we would sneak out once our parents were all asleep to go across the road into some bushes to hang out a bit.
When the time was right she and I left our tent to go over to the guy's tent to get them to leave with us. Once we got there because it was so dark we didn't know which end was the door so we took our chances and kicked at one....bad idea that was the end with their heads, they did come out though. We went across the road deep into the trees and bushes to sit and hang out, until the time had come for this guy and I to go off on our own for a bit of fun.
He and I went further into the bushes and sat and talked awhile. In the distance I could hear my friend calling for my whereabouts so I tried to direct her over to me. Due to all of the branches and the hill leading toward the water she ended up tripping and rolling down the hill all you could see as she screamed her way down were the branches separating until she luckily was stopped on a tree just a few feet from the water.
After she had come and was sent back, it was just the two of us again. We started kissing and making out at bit and then it was time to see what he had. At first I couldn't see anything because he had so much "fur" and then all of the sudden his little friend popped out, and I couldn't stop my comment of "oh there it is!".
At the age of nearly 19 I got my first real boyfriend who later took my virginity. We were inseparable, and were beginning to experiment more with foreplay and oral. On one of these occasions he was fingering me very hard and ended up causing me to bleed we later realized what had really happened and that was that I had lost my virginity to his fingers so later that night we went to his place and did the deed.
I remember looking at the ceiling over top of me as he entered my fragile vagina thinking to myself, "this kinda hurts" and " I don't think I like this." I was not impressed at all with my first time or any other times that I would have with this boyfriend. At that time I didn't know why I didn't have the great time I was told so much about by my friends. One day he told me that his style is different then any other guys and that was instead of using his hips to manoeuver his penis into the girl, he would use his feet. I think he knew he couldn't please me and often told me during sex to just fake it so that he could think he was doing a good job. We rarely used protection (I know, STUPID!) And yes I did become pregnant for the very first time and I was forced to make the hardest decision of my life which I regret more than I could ever explain.
I was never very attracted to white guys and always had that mission to get with my first black guy and at 20 I finally did. For almost a couple years there were only two races that I would have sex with and that was black and Hispanic. I think a lot of the reason I didn't like sleeping with white guys is because they didn't appear to know what they were doing, like instead of grinding down deep into me, they would just slam aimlessly. Another thing that grossed me out was the fact that their balls were so big, I know there's nothing wrong with that but for me this was a turn off.
My first black experience was with a guy five years older than me whom I would later find out was a drug dealer from a bigger city.
On that night we had smoked a joint of Jamaican Gum, this was my first time with this type and I liked it! We had all gone to a hotel room nearby with a friend of mine who eventually left us, leaving just me and him to do what we wanted. We started off by the usual messing around and I told him of my fantasy, needless to say he felt honoured to be the first. He later commented on how I probably wouldn't have talked to him if I didn't see the car he was driving (a Porsche). I got clever and told him that I didn't see his car before getting into it, for all I know it was an old beat up pick up truck (I really didn't care though!). Anyway back to the good parts!
As our foreplay continued the time had come to have sex this would also become my first anal experience. He had put me into the doggy style position but with me being so numb from the weed we had smoked I couldn't feel a thing and thought maybe that was because he was a bit smaller....NOPE! He continued banging me from behind and then I felt his hand come around the front of my leg and slide into my vagina. It was then that I jumped forward realizing where his penis actually was. Our little rendezvous lasted for about two months allowing me to experience more anal and something else that probably has only happened to me.
