Confessions Of, Well, Me

A few years ago I was on Omegle. As often was the case I’d be talking to a guy who would eventually want to see my tits or show me his dong. I’ve always been really slender and petite and I’m pretty busty with C cups but I never considered myself all that pretty. So watching a guy beat off to me was exciting and made me feel good, in a way. And then one day I was looking through some porn site and saw screenshots from one of the chats. At first I was freaked out and embarrassed, but then I started reading the comments. The things these people were saying… I got so turned on I started jilling off to the comments on my pictures.

I decided to get back on and do it some more. I didn’t know if anyone was snapping pics or posting them, just imagining they were turned me on. Soon, though, this escalated to a hook up app. So many times I would wipe some guys load off my back or ass in some park bathroom or late night at a rest area. But I didn’t care. I liked that I had this secret side to me no one knew about. I probably should have been more careful taking all those men bareback but I never caught anything or got pregnant, and most those guys were married or had gfs and just wanted some strange, as they put it.

For a brief time I was a regular FWB with this guy in his 70s. I would get so aroused jerking him off in his pants or blowing him in his car. He couldn’t ever get fully hard, but hard enough to get off and god could he cum.

And to think I was a good little church girl until I started doing this.