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My History Of Sexting And Sending Nudies. free porn video
I am a female, and I began sexting when I was just thirteen, and am I ashamed of it?
In a word, ‘No’.
Everything about me was changing, I was more aware of who I was, strange new me, with tits that made men stare, my bum lost my ‘puppy-fat’, as my physical activity increased, and hearing those wolf-whistles, actually made my knickers wet.
After one such strenuous workout I went home and bathed, came out of the bathroom and went into my bedroom, turned on my computer, my webcam, and had the most powerful trip ever, with some old bloke stroking himself, to my blatant nakedness.
The following morning when I got out of bed, I was standing in front of my full length mirror, twisting and turning, to capture a mental image of what men would see, and found myself being turned-on by my own reflection.
Even when I turned and caught my daddy staring at me through my open bedroom door from the hallway. Strange to say, I was more shocked at seeing him standing admiring his daughter, than embarrassed, and made no conscious effort to cover my genitalia, letting him instead, see how much his little girl was a woman now.
That was my first ever secret with my own father, and over the breakfast table I felt a warmth I had never experienced before, a closeness and bonding that held potential for me, an ache between my adolescent thighs that wetted that organ of forbidden pleasure, and as I cast glances at my daddy, I wanted to go over and hug him.
On the way to school I received a text and it was from the old guy I had a session with, we had swapped emails during our frenzied camming session, and he was wanting to know if I was still planning to meet him ( another sexual promise made in the heat of the moment).
As I read it sitting on the bus, I looked around at some of the other girls my age and wondered if their sex lives had suddenly exploded and made them feel as I did, all new and exciting, with my body giving up so many pleasurable feelings.
As I sat and looked down on my potential offer to have sex with this old guy, the sudden realization I was actually on a public bus sexting, made my thighs shake, ‘Fucking hell’, I thought, ‘I was actually communicating with a man for sex amongst all these people’.
‘Loved last night, had a brilliant orgasm. Horny as I write, thinking about a fuck with you, Later Frida’.
It was gone, and my heart went into a spin and I felt sick in my stomach. What was happening to me, and as I shifted in my seat, I felt the unmistakable wet gusset in my panties, I was leaking like a sieve, and my nipples and clitoris were hard, like little pebbles on the beach, with all three sending little reminders of their presence on my body and the forbidden pleasures they offered, if exposed to a man.
I went straight to the toilet, I needed to remove my panties, and decided to go ‘Commando’, for the day, and as I looked down, the idea hit me, and I took a couple of photos in the booth, and sent them on impulse to the old man I had played with last night, promising him he could be touching me soon.
I spent the next fifteen minutes relieving myself before classes, if only men could see girls do that in order to grasp who we are and in a sense, just the same as they dream about us, how easy it would be if we could all just meet and get it over and done with.
Looking back then it was all new and exciting, so what about life now?
I still do sexting, and still post and send naughty photos, you just never seem to run out of men wanting more. From that day sitting in the girls toilet in school, offering sex to an old man, right up until last weekend, I have had enjoyable and happy couplings with strangers just wanting a piece of my ass for fun.
My ex-husband never knew of my online infidelities and my alter ego persona, that would flip from an innocent girl being cajoled into sex, to a horny woman who just could not get enough, either one or the other, which depended on my quick wit and guess as to which the man I was with, would prefer.
At 16:15, I can always remember the time because the school dismissal bell chimed and he was waiting for me, down at the corner shop. I had forgotten I had told him where I studied, and when he came in behind me in the shop, I nearly died, he was here behind me, and I knew what he had in his pants, and on my computer screen he looked enormous, and here he was, so yes, I was frightened.
‘What are you doing here’, I asked him, my knees weak and my legs barely able to support me?
‘Sorry’, he replied quietly, not quite what I imagined, so I relaxed a little, to the other girls looking it just looked as if I was talking to my granddad.
‘I was desperate to meet you in the flesh’. That made my body jolt with excitement, as images of his large cock on my screen vividly flashed before my eyes.
By now the other girls were filing out having bought their sweets and cigarettes, leaving us alone, it was that easy as everyone was too busy to take notice of what was happening in front of their eyes.
‘Can we go somewhere quiet’, he asked me almost pleading?
I looked at him, and feeling this surge of sexual excitement coarse through my body with a vibrancy of expectation, I replied, ‘Sure, follow me’, and at that we both left the shop without buying anything, not that the shop owner cared, for he never even challenged us.
I went into a small but heavy overgrown park which was a small ways from the school gates, a lot of girls went in here for a quick smoke, and I dare say a quick fuck, as a lot in the year above me were sexually active girls.
We stood in the middle of some shrubbery and I suggested he take his cock out for me to go down on him. He did as I bade and when I dropped to my knees, he was clearly flaccid, so I tickled his glans with my tongue, each time adding more and more warm saliva until he was wet enough to slide into my open mouth, and his cock shaft swelled to its full potential.
I stopped and felt for my iPhone, ‘Here’, I said, handing it to him, ‘film me sucking your cock’, and I handed it to him, and went back to pushing him into my mouth and throat.
Later that evening I posted it online, making sure my face was concealed, and sat back getting off on the number of hits it got, and the comments some men were making. Needless to say, I just had to have another rub between my legs, filmed of course, it was like a massive positive feedback, I was a girl who could please men sexually, and I loved my masturbation, so I fed my habit, and got better, more secure about myself, and free with my sexual libations, with men I fancy.
Safiya
- 06.11.2020
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