Like many girls on this sub, I grew up religious. Modest. Covered elbow to ankle. Not allowed to touch a man. Repression breeds perverted sluts. No two ways about it.
By 18 I’d only slept with my high school boyfriend. Nothing special. I pretty much only interacted with people in my cultural and private school communities.
Yet I was obsessed with beautiful, frilly lingerie. Spent my paychecks on Agent Provocateur. Changed with the windows wide open since 16 to give my neighbours a little treat. Bought latex Vivienne Westwood heels.
At 18 I was a size 2, 5 foot 7, runners body with disproportionate F cup tits that were so perky a pencil wouldn’t even stay under them. Narrow, boyish hips. Tanned, big brown eyes, huge lashes. Unique beauty. I always wore skanky look at me outfits, and still do, even though now, at 25, my tits are a little softer, cheeks a little more prominent. I’m a 4 and H loves me more than ever.