Addicted after my (24 F)irst Taste
My first experience with another woman was by definition life changing. An introduction to the touch of a woman… the taste of a woman… She opened my eyes to what it meant to truly be devoured.
I remember the exact moment I knew I need to experience her – she was skipping down the parade route with a crochet crop top on with these amazing, body hugging, tie dye pants. The way she lit up when she saw my group of friends and skipped our way. Her incredible tits bouncing unrestrained. She threw her arms around me over the parade barrier. I was wearing a rave style bra and tutu. She gave my tits a fond and firm squeeze and complimented my bra. And breasts. And then she winked. My blood rushes in my ears… It was that feeling of having lost touch with reality. This endorphin high. I felt a deep, strong ache and intense need.. Desire burning in me to my very core.
And then she was gone. Skipping down the parade route and I didn’t see her again that day.. and I wouldn’t until school started in the fall. *