They say that the rite of passage is a coming-of-age journey: the stage where you leave your innocent and oblivious days behind. Well, I’m [24F] about to tell you a journey of my own.
Until recently, I’d always been a shy girl. I also come from a very conservative family, so obviously my experience in the sex department was nil, unless you want to count the occasional, half-assed “solo adventures”. Being unbothered and unnoticed, I remained cooped up in my shyness and maintained avoidance from anything sexual. Kinks and fetishes were the last thing on my mind, nor did I ever have the courage to even explore them until I met…him [22M].
Before him, the most scandalous thing I’d ever done was share a blurry selfie or a peace sign and never quite went beyond that. Perhaps I did flirt a little here and there, beat around the bush, but asking someone living on the other side of the country to ram me with their cock wasn’t in the cards.
We hit it off right away on friendly terms after meeting him online. I enjoyed his company, how comfortable he made me and I relished the warm and fuzzy feeling the whole experience gave me. At first, it was like reconnecting with a long, lost friend.
It wasn’t until my curiosity grew to see the man behind his kind and tender words, but my reluctance always held me back. Eventually, I wanted to see him and I wanted him to see me. He had the kind of face I’d wanted to see smirking between my thighs or looking from above while he has me pinned down. Quite frankly it was difficult fighting off the feeling.
That burning desire translated into roleplay sessions that got me wet enough to clean myself up countless times. Not to mention, the orgasms from the way he spoke to me and the way he teased me. I ended up discovering so many things about myself: how I enjoyed the false sense of dominance until he finally took over to teach me who’s actually in control or how much of a desperate slut I felt for having a younger man control me. I enjoyed how he was the puppeteer of my pussy which got wet solely at his command.
And how did he know you may ask? Well, I showed him my precum to him as proof –my proof for how much he stirred up my animalistic desire to get fucked by him constantly like it’s mating season. It was something I’d never imagined doing in a million years. That, and showing my erect nipples under my blouse. Sometimes I wonder about all the fantasies and possibilities coming into play when I meet him in person soon.
If we’re talking about the nature of those harmless and cutesy selfies, of course they didn’t stop there. It progressed to giving him a sneak peek of my bare shoulders, then my cleavage and finally my bare boobs in all their glory.
As someone who had never even thought about sending a nude, I sent him videos of myself groping my boobs and then rubbing and tugging at my hard nipples for him. I finally showed my pussy to him and spread my precum-soaked lips to remind him what he’ll be eating out and ramming his cock in.
And this is just one of many escapades. The others involved showcased how submissive of a slut I am: his personal cum dump and a cock-hungry whore who’d get wet just by thinking about his perfect cock. I sucked my nipples, fingered myself for the first time and tasted my precum to please my master. He rewarded me by making me squirt for the first time and orgasm twice in a row —all of this while being hundreds of miles away from each other.
After all, I’m his perfect, obedient slut.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qcctxw/fm_from_a_shy_brown_girl_to_a_nympho
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