My wife suffered from constant guilt. Her best was never good enough at home., raised catholic, everything was a sin. She thought she was ugly, her homelife consisted of verbal abuse from mom, and trying to protect her younger sisters from the same. She was concerned about her growing breasts, they were hard to hide, the rest of her skinny body was still awkward and undeveloped. She started getting unwanted stares and attention from boys and men. Seems she had become popular overnight. She grew accustomed to being groped lightly by different men. She was starving for acceptance and approval, she felt confident and pretty for the first time in her life. She was not ready for full sex yet, but tried to make up for it in other ways. At that age, her young tits were torpedo shaped, with puffy, pale nipples, and very sensitive. This would have been early 1970`s, so most girls were braless and adventurous. Her elevated sense of self esteem was overcome with guilt again. I quickly learned how to use her guilt to my sexual advantage, manipulating her to perform for me, trying her best to hang on to me and keep me happy. I encouraged her to go out dancing without me, hoping it would build her self esteem, being on her own. I never asked for details, but I wish I had now. Coming home around 2 am, she would always shower before coming to bed. She gave me incredible head every time like clockwork as if to show her gratitude.
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