My sexual life as an adult begins at 18 years old, finally opening up freely to the various facets of eros, with fresh eyes and a deep curiosity for the unknown. A friend of my brother was caught by my innocent look and happy demeanor. It didn’t take long before he found excuses to visit my family a tad too often. One day, he slipped me a little book before departing from his latest visit.
Well known amongst the BDSM crowd, this was a book detailing the life of a sexy submissive. Being easily impressed, eager to discover and an avid reader, I devoured the book in just a few hours.
A few days went on, during which I masturbated furiously while imagining myself being in the heroine shoes… or shackles.
This friend, Fabrice, worked at the University as a teacher’s assistant while completing his own studies. He asked me to join him there and to bring the book with me. I was definitely stressed but couldn’t pass up this opportunity. What is a young female ready for intimacy but awkwardly inexperienced to do? I went there, no sex appeal in my clothing, just very innocent and eager.