I started out normal enough. Fortunately, I’m pretty good-looking, and my tendency to see everything in a positive light, and to laugh a lot, has put me in a situation where it is easy to be sexual with a lot of people.
[Editor: She is petite, naturally blond, with particularly firm, but not overly-large breasts, has sparkly eyes, and as she says, she has a very positive personality.]
In my early teens, and I won’t say just how early [she laughs], I learned about fucking, sexual intercourse, I mean.
Oh, it was fun, but scary fun. Afterward, I always worried that I’d get pregnant, or a disease, or just felt guilty. I guess it was my upbringing. Yet, I know I was loving it.
I did fuck a good few guys, well OK, three guys, before I learned something that was, for me at least, life-changing.
The third guy, Terry, asked me, practically begged me to push a finger into his ass while we fucked. I was kind of grossed out by the idea, but I am a people-pleaser, so I did it for him, even though it was kind of difficult reaching around back there. He orgasmed hard, pushing deeply and satisfyingly into me, triggering my own orgasm. I don’t usually cum from ordinary intercourse. Perhaps there was something naughty about having my finger in his ass that sent me over the edge.
Once we settled down, I pulled my finger out of his ass. Out of curiosity, I smelled it, expecting the worst. It turned out to have a very attractive sweet smell. I didn’t realize until later that the human anus, whether male or female, secrets a little something that has a great odor.
So that was Terry. As I was saying, I was kind of geeked out by ordinary intercourse, so as you can imagine he and I didn’t last.
Along came Kermit, a guy from Germany. He loved nudism, something he called FKK, or Freikörperkultur, which translates into “Free Body Culture.” It’s basically public nudity. I thought I’d hate it, but once he got me to a nude beach, I fell in love with the concept. I didn’t know it then, but I’ve come to realize I’m both an exhibitionist and a voyeur. We didn’t do anything of a sexual nature on the beach – it wasn’t that kind of beach. Not like Marshall’s Beach, where anything goes, and in fact where I’ve done a lot – which I’ll explain in a minute.
Here’s the thing, I didn’t want to fuck Kermit. I was just becoming too freaked out about what I precised as the dangers of intercourse. But I wanted to do something for him, and truth be told, I was horny even though also scared.
I remembered Terry and the finger thing, so one day while cuddling and kissing kind of hidden away in a little alcove along the beach, without asking, I licked my finger, worked it around his butt, and tried pushing it into his ass.
He didn’t like it, grunted, and pushed my hand away. Then like ten seconds later he said, “Sorry, go ahead.” I didn’t quite understand what he meant, but thought I’d try it again. This time, he pushed up in such a way that he indicated he was enjoying my fingertip in his ass. After a moment, I pulled out and smelled my finger. There was that delicious odor again.
We didn’t do anything more on the beach. After lunch, we each went our separate ways for the day. During the afternoon, I held that finger up to my nose several times and there was that wonderful odor again. And that’s even though I had washed my hands.
It took some explaining to Kermit, but in time, I managed to get exactly what I wanted, and I believe he did also. Basically, we did everything but fucking, with our activity centered around me fingering his butt while jerking him off. Most guys basically collapse after having their ejaculations, but Kermit was a real gentleman. You know what he did? He turned around and finger-fucked my butt. I had no idea! What a remarkable feeling! I didn’t orgasm on that occasion, but I knew right away, I’d be doing more of that.
Kermit and I didn’t last, more because of me than him, but that’s fine. I was starting to learn that I’m a, well, I guess you could say nymphomaniac. I’m not the kind of girl who wants to just fuck every guy imaginable. No, I’m a specialist. I love playing with cocks – with my hands, and sometimes my mouth, and of course asses, too. I also love it if the guys will finger-fuck me all to pieces also. I mean, butt and vagina – whatever, it’s all good!
It took a couple of years, but I think I did this sort of non-fucking thing with like fifty guys, and a half-dozen girls too. Along the way, I switched my major from business to psychology? Why, because I am particularly interested in sexual psychology. I thought I’d end up with a practice as a sexual therapist. Boring!
So, you know what I ended up doing? I moved to England where I can practice what I really enjoy legally. I offer what are ostensibly known as massages. Basically, I finger-fuck my clients, both men and women, but mostly men, and get paid handsomely to do so. It never gets boring, never tiring. I don’t get finger-fucked as much as I offer finger-fucking, but whenever I feel the need, I’ll work out trades with any of my many friends and sometimes former clients.
So that’s my story so far. Check back in a few years. I’m sure I’ll have more to tell you.