Repressed sexuality Stories

This is what pornography does to me, but this… this is different. I stir between my legs, fingers slick on my over-sensitive sex. Something potent inside me broke free, terrifying at the pinnacle of climax, but exhilarating now. My mind and body will never be the same again. Panting, fuzzy-headed, reality and fantasy remain blurred. Pornography is not real life, yet what I saw is my destiny. Jules is going to fuck me. Her...

Twenty-one out of twenty, and I grin, sipping my cognac. I write down eighteen. Lisette needs guidance, not hubris. Her wilfulness works against her intelligence. Is this how I should spend Saturday evening? Through the tall windows, dusk deepens into night, and I hear raucous strangers enjoying themselves below. I have no one. Sitting at my desk, I reach for the anglepoise lamp to illuminate it. The settee looks inviting...

It was a scorching hot summer day, and I was a typical college girl, lost in my books, not even remotely guessing that her 'Innocent girl' status was about to be impressively upgraded just a few hours later. But get ready for a twist: If you were expecting the classic tale of my first sexual encounter, I'm sorry, but you'll be disappointed. No one was directly involved in my sexual awakening. I managed to bid farewell to...