Originally Posted by DevilGrrl
One thing I try to keep from a partner is my sexual past. I am not ashamed of it, I just want them to know that it is exactly that, my past.
However, what you say is exactly right (even if I never had quite that kind of experience). We also think about sex, a lot! We are just raised to not be so obvious about it. More subtle, brushing our breasts against a guy's arm, wiggling a little bit while sitting in their lap, maybe almost giving them a peek at our underwear, things like that.
But get us alone and in private, and we want many of the same things. To feel hands on our breasts or in our panties. To run our hands along the chest of a guy, or squeeze their bottom as they are pressed against us. Or even feel their cock throbbing in our hand as we stroke them until they cum, telling ourselves in our head "Yes, I made him do that!".
I had more then a bit of a reputation in school as being a bit of a sl*t, even though I was a virgin much longer then most girls I knew. I waited much longer to get my cherry popped, but stroked and sucked off dozens of guys during the time. Even though I was on the pill, fear of pregnancy and disease held me off on taking that final step. But guys would not hesitate to take me out on the weekends, knowing that at least I would not send them home with a case of blue balls at the end of the night.
Once I graduated, I pretty much stopped seeing the guys from school, and started to tone down my activities. But I was always nervous that a guy I was seeing from another town or school might find out about my past, and how many guys I had been sexually active with. But one BF I dated for about 6 months not only found out, it really turned him on. Sometimes he would ask if we could go out someplace and park, and he would have me re-enact some of my schooltime encounters.
At the time I could count the number of guys I had fucked on one hand and have at least 1 finger left over, but he never wanted me to describe or recreate the times I let some guy fuck me. He wanted to know all about how after seeing Superman Returns I stroked my date off in the front seat of his car and ended up with a stain on my blouse I had to "accidentally spill" soda on so my parents would not be suspicious, or after a baseball game I let the centerfielder take me into the woods and let him fuck my tits as I kneeled in the leaves. Or his recreating my getting fingered for over an hour and leaving the seat damp while watching X-Men Last Stand, by doing the same thing to me during X-Men First Class.
I guess my sl*tty times turned him on the most.
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