Hey everyone. I’m starting to write my REAL LIFE stories. How scary! :)
This is just some background, but I’ll post more later with the details of my first bi-curious adventure.
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ME
Hey everyone. I’ve been writing my sexy stories for a few years now, and I keep thinking about how I write my fantasies because I never really had that “crazy” period of my life, where I was a slut or even a tease.
I grew up in a Christian home, where even thinking about sex was a sin. Masturbation was sick and perverted. Letting a man defile you was the ultimate insult to a woman’s purity. And a woman should be pure. And pretty, and polite, and docile, and well-spoken (when asked), and quiet, and caring, and good.
But I was tall and thin with legs for days, and big green eyes, and beautiful amber-blonde hair, which meant I received my share of attention from the boys. Returning that attention would have meant that I was weak. I would have been sinful. I would have been choosing to let myself be soiled.
I had to stay pure. Until I found The One.