(Already posted to [r/sluttyconfessions](https://www.reddit.com/r/sluttyconfessions/) but someone said I should put this here too. Enjoy!)
I have wanted to share this story for a long time, but I want to compose it properly, because I think about it all the time, and it probably has something to do with the fact I am constantly horny and thinking about sex lol. But who knows, chicken or the egg. The sex part of this is all over 18, of course…
Being super shy and quiet throughout my youth, the whole awakening to boys and sex was fascinating to me, and I loved whatever attention I got from guys. But, per usual, I was disappointed that they always seemed too hesitant to make a move. I was friendly with the chess club/band geek type, and no shirt seemed to be tight enough, or skirt short enough, to get one of these oogling doofuses to move in, bless them, no matter how obvious I would hint. So. Annoying. And I was much to timid to make the first move. Also, unfortunately, I was too bookish to get much attention from the sports dudes (even though there was a consensus among jeering jocks in the hallway that I was a solid “8.5”). If they only knew what a filthy slut-bucket mind I had, or about the little furnace constantly burning between my thighs, maybe I would have got a second thought. Alas, for intimacy, I was doomed to rely on my poor hairbrush, which suffered unrelenting abuse throughout my senior year of high school. I had had just enough experience to know it insufficient it was compared to the real thing.