****This is my first time writing about any of my experiences, ever! I hope you enjoy it because I have so many more experiences to share, plus I really like writing and re-living all of this stuff.****
Sex was never discussed in my house growing up. It was taboo, unspoken, a terrible sin, and the worst thing I could ever do according to my overzealous, religious prude of a mother. I can remember the first time I ever touched myself. I was 18, had just graduated high school a couple of weeks before, and after building up some confidence, decided I was sick of being the only one of my friends who hadn’t had an orgasm or fucked a boy.
I wish I could say I was the cute blonde with big tits who was popular but repressed, but I wasn’t. I was the nerdy, Hispanic chick who kept to herself mostly and didn’t really like talking to people. I was 5’6” and 95 lbs, ass that was tight as a drum but with proportional 32A’s sitting on my chest (at least my nipples were cute and super sensitive), I had washboard abs and nice, thick brown hair. I played volleyball and ran track and it showed.