Chapter 1

To write a great story you need to share some background information. So I will start by saying that I am not a submissive woman, nor a dominant. To be honest I am not even sure if I can call myself a switch. Maybe we can just agree on the fact that I have a great love for sex in general and I want to explore all wonders it brings. Not knowing what you are can also get you into trouble, at least that was the case for me a few times. In all my years, I am still 23 even though my ID-card will tell you something else, I have build up a great form of respect to Dominants as well as the submissive. Both have such a charm and strength in them which makes things so pure for me. I have submitted myself to a Dom and I have been the one in charge. That gives me a great background to share in my story. I am not a perv, I am a normal woman and you might not even see me when you pass me on the street. Well, that is a lie, you will turn your head when I walk pass you, not because I am a model or shine by beauty, but because I have a spark, a certain kind of flair and charm.

I grew up in a warm loving family with my mom and dad. I am an only child so there was a lot of time for my parents to spend with me. No hidden dark secrets in my childhood to explain why I am the way I am today. There was not a lot of money, but I had all I could wish for in my young life. I did play with dolls but I always was more a tomboy, climbing in threes and playing war games. I loved going to school and learn, interact with others. I was not the most popular girl in high school. You could find me, mostly in the shadows with a small group of strange looking youngsters, colorful hair, dark make-up and most of the time a big joint on our lips. I smoked pot now and then, but it did not give me the happy feeling I was looking for. So, I never touched hard drugs like some of my friends did. Before they took the darker path in life our friendship changed and we all went our own way. One ended up in prostitution and one died to an overdose. I went to university, to party! I am still a tomboy type, you will not see me in a dress often. I do love to dress up for a special occasion.

I stared to become sexually active around my 16th, meaning with others. Before that I already explored my own body pretty well. My first boyfriend, a rocker with long blond hair and blue eyes took my virginity. It happened in his bedroom while his parents were downstairs watching the movie Hitchcock. To be honest, I was really nervous. We dated for a few months now and both agreed that time was there to explore the wonders of sex. My hand had already slipped into his pants a few times so I knew that his cock was rather big. From reading about sex in books and on the internet I learned that a big cock was way better so, I really looked forward to feel his flesh in my honey box. Little did I know that he really had no idea how to handle his enormous poker. I had this romantic idea about losing my virginity, soft music playing on the background, silk sheets and amazing lingerie. A red lace bra and thong, a red rose in my hands, my lush lips pink.

We started with some gentle cuddling but before I knew it he pulled my shirt over my head and yanked my jeans down. I was laying on my back on his cotton sheet and looked at him with hunger in my eyes hoping that he liked the lingerie I had picked out specially for this evening. I saw a spark in his blue eyes and for a brief moment I felt so proud. Sadly he was not really interested in my underwear and within a few seconds the expensive fabrics ended up in the corner of the room. The romantic dance I had in mind was replaced by a game of how fast can I slam my cock into your pussy. He parted my legs, pushed himself between them with his fingers around his member and shoved it on. I pushed my nails into the sheets and my toes curled but not for the right reasons. There was no firework when he started to thrust deep and hard into my vagina. Lucky for me he was a virgin as well! I think I was really happy his ejaculation came way too soon. He pulled back with a proud look on his face, played a little with the full rubber on his cock before he pulled it off and fell on his back next to me.

His words “Wow, that was really cool.” honestly made me a tad angry. There I was, laying on my back, naked and fucked for the first time and all I felt was a burning pain. I seriously thought that my pussy was destroyed and turned into an exploded hedge hog. Disappointed and sad I left his house a hour later. We stayed together as a couple for three more weeks before he broke it off. He wanted his freedom back to have sex with more females. Sure, I was a bit sad but I agreed with him and I was very happy that my pussy would have time to heal and hopefully become tight again after his wild games the days after the first.

To be continued.

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