Straight Female / 38
Ups And Downs Of My Sex Life
I'm 38 years old, two children, second marriage, I'm typically blond kinda pretty in a cute sort of way. I like to wear my hair long and down because it hides my big ears. I've had a lot of sex in my life, I always horny or at least needy. Sometimes it's very fun, other times it's lonely.
Early on I was a walking hormone. I discovered masturbation and orgasms watch tv with my aunt. I forget the movie but there were sex scenes and the guy was so attractive that I got a certain feeling between my legs and my fingers found my clit inside my pajamas and before you know it I came. I was under a blanket so when my aunt asked what was wrong I just said cramps. I had no idea what just happened but it felt pretty good before, during and after. I remember saying to myself not to do it again, but I did it constantly. I learned how to cum quietly.
We lived on the third floor in an attic apartment, me, my mum and my mentally ill aunt. Mum worked evenings and I was on my owe most of the time. My aunt would rave at night so I would sneak downstairs to the second floor landing and I'd sleep there. I would also masturbate there. The guy who lived there opened the door once and caught me. He looked down at my blanket dancing down where my pussy was and he looked for a few moments then closed the door. He was an older guy probably forties. He started talking with me. I didn't think much other than at first I was embarrassed because I thought I got caught doing something bad. One day he asked me if I was bothered by him seeing me and yeah I said I knew I shouldn't be doing that. He laughed at me and sat me down and explained that everyone including himself did it and that it was good for me. Me showed me where he kept his fuck books and said I could read up when I wanted.
I spent a lot of time looking at naked people and porn pics and reading erotic stories. They'd make me crazy horny and wet and I'd just have fuel to get off too. One day at school I was dying to get off and I stepped into an empty classroom and just gave myself a quick one. After that I snuck in their everyday almost to get off. I'd sit in the desk chair, unbutton my pants and slide my hand in. It was hot and a great relief to cum but I was always sad after, like I was a slave to my body and was alone doing this in a huge empty room, it just bothered me.
I lost my virginity to a guy in his twenties when I was 15. I had sex with him for over a year and I loved every second of the sex but not the feeling of being used. I was just a girl to have sex with for him. The sex was still just lonely, it was about getting off and no more. I was too young. At 16 I slept with a couple dozen guys. More even. I couldn't say no to anyone and I always loved the sex, hated the aftermath.
Got a real boyfriend I met at work. He was a sex machine but it was more than just fucking. He cared about me, I cared about him. We were together for three years. It dawned on me that he was a complete dipshit. Unfortunately I grew so bored and annoyed with him. I had outgrown him.
I went back on the merry go round sucking and fucking guy after guy. So many guys but a lot of the time it was enjoyable and fun. I handled better at that age, I wasn't nearly as lonely having friends and a better life by then. When I had a dry moment i would still get myself off. I took one of my neighbors old Penthouse magazines that had a story about a guy who sets his wife up for hard sex with his old friend. The friend is surprised but the wife convince shim and she blows him, fucks him and he gets into it fucking her in the ass. Throughout the story the wife was reluctant but I think wanted to please her husband and did things she wouldn't normally do and ended up cumming with her husband's friends. That story was such a turn on to me. I read it so many times and fantasized about giving in to sex I didn't really want and getting off with a stranger. Now I had fucked a hundred strangers so that wasn't the thing, I think it was just that she surrendered herself the way she did.
I used to, and sometimes still do, get myself off when I'm stuck in traffic. Back then I was nervous about getting cause now I just want to be sure no kids or women will see me. If a guy gets an eyeful it not so bad.
I got married at 24, thought that's it sex with one guy the rest of my life perfect. Nope. He bored me to tears. He was not only sexually a total dud but just in life. I was in my twenties and we'd fuck here and there and I had a girl and while he lay in bed reading history books every second he could, I was taking care of her and getting myself off. Eventually saying fuck this and flirting with a married guy from upstairs. His wife worked days, my husband worked days. He worked nights. I came right out and asked to fuck. He fucked me in my bed the first time and I was thrilled with the change, I felt alive. The next time was his bed. I used to sneak up when my daughter was with my mum to have sex and then me and him would snuggle and sleep in each other's arms. I ended up in a strange thing where I had sex with him and his wife. I'm not into girls but recreational sex is pretty fun, I enjoyed that part but his wife didn't know I had been fucking her husband all along so things got awkward. I was fucking him on the side every chance I could but also having threesomes with him and his wife.
We ended up moving and getting divorced. Back on the prowl I slept with a ton of guys, a few girls and dated a bunch of guys too but nothing stuck. On vacation, the guy I was with was well aware how many people I was sleeping with and said something to the guys staying next door. We shared a balcony. After a lot of back and forth, I proved a point but sucking all four guys off in about a half hour. And I enjoyed it, I wasn't sad or anything after it was just fun.
Years later, remarried, this time to a guy who liked sex as much as I did. He let me screw others and we went to strip clubs and had threesomes and swapper parties and even a few orgy parties. One night as a surprise he brought me to a guy he knows house where six guys were waiting. He had told them I would blow them all. I didn't want to. After a lot of encouragement and manipulation I did it. I kind of did it to spite him. I felt abandoned and cheap and used and it sucked. It wasn't like the penthouse story that I loved so much. It wasn't erotic or sexy or even a reluctant wife coming around and enjoying it. It was just me sucking of a room full of guys who looked at me like I was a cum rag. I hated it. We split up for awhile, got back together and now we fool around all the time but he runs it by me and we agree and it's always something I want to do. I would like to like out that lady's experience, meet an old friend of my husband's and reluctantly let him have his way with me but that's a story not real life. Real life isn't really erotic. Its physical. Erotic is mental, it's stimulation for for brain first and your genitals second. Real sex is physical and lustful.
I am still lustful. My mind excites my body and my body satisfies my needs and other too of course. Being in an orgy situation where if you role over just the right way you get a random dick in you then role away after and another random pierces your pussy, then another and another, it turns you into a bit of a lust monster just slinging your pussy and cumming as much as you can.
I love sex. Occasionally I hate the feelings cheap sex causes me but overall it's been a good life. I don't live rich but I'm not poor and my husband and I do well. My two daughters love each other even though they are half-sisters separated by years and my husband is supportive of me and truly loves me. I feel like my post is depressing but it's not meant to be. This is a sex site and most of the sex I've had has been positive for me and hopefully stays that way. Thanks for reading everyone.
Early on I was a walking hormone. I discovered masturbation and orgasms watch tv with my aunt. I forget the movie but there were sex scenes and the guy was so attractive that I got a certain feeling between my legs and my fingers found my clit inside my pajamas and before you know it I came. I was under a blanket so when my aunt asked what was wrong I just said cramps. I had no idea what just happened but it felt pretty good before, during and after. I remember saying to myself not to do it again, but I did it constantly. I learned how to cum quietly.
We lived on the third floor in an attic apartment, me, my mum and my mentally ill aunt. Mum worked evenings and I was on my owe most of the time. My aunt would rave at night so I would sneak downstairs to the second floor landing and I'd sleep there. I would also masturbate there. The guy who lived there opened the door once and caught me. He looked down at my blanket dancing down where my pussy was and he looked for a few moments then closed the door. He was an older guy probably forties. He started talking with me. I didn't think much other than at first I was embarrassed because I thought I got caught doing something bad. One day he asked me if I was bothered by him seeing me and yeah I said I knew I shouldn't be doing that. He laughed at me and sat me down and explained that everyone including himself did it and that it was good for me. Me showed me where he kept his fuck books and said I could read up when I wanted.
I spent a lot of time looking at naked people and porn pics and reading erotic stories. They'd make me crazy horny and wet and I'd just have fuel to get off too. One day at school I was dying to get off and I stepped into an empty classroom and just gave myself a quick one. After that I snuck in their everyday almost to get off. I'd sit in the desk chair, unbutton my pants and slide my hand in. It was hot and a great relief to cum but I was always sad after, like I was a slave to my body and was alone doing this in a huge empty room, it just bothered me.
I lost my virginity to a guy in his twenties when I was 15. I had sex with him for over a year and I loved every second of the sex but not the feeling of being used. I was just a girl to have sex with for him. The sex was still just lonely, it was about getting off and no more. I was too young. At 16 I slept with a couple dozen guys. More even. I couldn't say no to anyone and I always loved the sex, hated the aftermath.
Got a real boyfriend I met at work. He was a sex machine but it was more than just fucking. He cared about me, I cared about him. We were together for three years. It dawned on me that he was a complete dipshit. Unfortunately I grew so bored and annoyed with him. I had outgrown him.
I went back on the merry go round sucking and fucking guy after guy. So many guys but a lot of the time it was enjoyable and fun. I handled better at that age, I wasn't nearly as lonely having friends and a better life by then. When I had a dry moment i would still get myself off. I took one of my neighbors old Penthouse magazines that had a story about a guy who sets his wife up for hard sex with his old friend. The friend is surprised but the wife convince shim and she blows him, fucks him and he gets into it fucking her in the ass. Throughout the story the wife was reluctant but I think wanted to please her husband and did things she wouldn't normally do and ended up cumming with her husband's friends. That story was such a turn on to me. I read it so many times and fantasized about giving in to sex I didn't really want and getting off with a stranger. Now I had fucked a hundred strangers so that wasn't the thing, I think it was just that she surrendered herself the way she did.
I used to, and sometimes still do, get myself off when I'm stuck in traffic. Back then I was nervous about getting cause now I just want to be sure no kids or women will see me. If a guy gets an eyeful it not so bad.
I got married at 24, thought that's it sex with one guy the rest of my life perfect. Nope. He bored me to tears. He was not only sexually a total dud but just in life. I was in my twenties and we'd fuck here and there and I had a girl and while he lay in bed reading history books every second he could, I was taking care of her and getting myself off. Eventually saying fuck this and flirting with a married guy from upstairs. His wife worked days, my husband worked days. He worked nights. I came right out and asked to fuck. He fucked me in my bed the first time and I was thrilled with the change, I felt alive. The next time was his bed. I used to sneak up when my daughter was with my mum to have sex and then me and him would snuggle and sleep in each other's arms. I ended up in a strange thing where I had sex with him and his wife. I'm not into girls but recreational sex is pretty fun, I enjoyed that part but his wife didn't know I had been fucking her husband all along so things got awkward. I was fucking him on the side every chance I could but also having threesomes with him and his wife.
We ended up moving and getting divorced. Back on the prowl I slept with a ton of guys, a few girls and dated a bunch of guys too but nothing stuck. On vacation, the guy I was with was well aware how many people I was sleeping with and said something to the guys staying next door. We shared a balcony. After a lot of back and forth, I proved a point but sucking all four guys off in about a half hour. And I enjoyed it, I wasn't sad or anything after it was just fun.
Years later, remarried, this time to a guy who liked sex as much as I did. He let me screw others and we went to strip clubs and had threesomes and swapper parties and even a few orgy parties. One night as a surprise he brought me to a guy he knows house where six guys were waiting. He had told them I would blow them all. I didn't want to. After a lot of encouragement and manipulation I did it. I kind of did it to spite him. I felt abandoned and cheap and used and it sucked. It wasn't like the penthouse story that I loved so much. It wasn't erotic or sexy or even a reluctant wife coming around and enjoying it. It was just me sucking of a room full of guys who looked at me like I was a cum rag. I hated it. We split up for awhile, got back together and now we fool around all the time but he runs it by me and we agree and it's always something I want to do. I would like to like out that lady's experience, meet an old friend of my husband's and reluctantly let him have his way with me but that's a story not real life. Real life isn't really erotic. Its physical. Erotic is mental, it's stimulation for for brain first and your genitals second. Real sex is physical and lustful.
I am still lustful. My mind excites my body and my body satisfies my needs and other too of course. Being in an orgy situation where if you role over just the right way you get a random dick in you then role away after and another random pierces your pussy, then another and another, it turns you into a bit of a lust monster just slinging your pussy and cumming as much as you can.
I love sex. Occasionally I hate the feelings cheap sex causes me but overall it's been a good life. I don't live rich but I'm not poor and my husband and I do well. My two daughters love each other even though they are half-sisters separated by years and my husband is supportive of me and truly loves me. I feel like my post is depressing but it's not meant to be. This is a sex site and most of the sex I've had has been positive for me and hopefully stays that way. Thanks for reading everyone.
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