Lesbian Female / 18
Peculiar Tastes
I have always known two aspects of my personality; I find the female body absolutely beautiful and sensual and I have a deep fascination with pain, specifically inflicting it. The female psyche and form amazes me, even more so that I, myself, am of that same gender. But then it was discovering my own body at a young age and unlocking all the secrets of the female body, that was the key to my desires.
At the same time I was exploring my own body and the pleasures it was capable of, which was around the age of ten, I learned that pain could be incorporated in enhancing that pleasure. I found that when pain was added to pleasure, all my senses became heightened so that the pleasure was even more intense.
I discovered this innocently enough, while staying with my cousin Shari for a week over summer vacation. We were in her bedroom late one night when we got into a game of "Purple Nurple," trying to pinch each other's nipples. I don't remember who started it but all that matters is that I enjoyed it when she managed to get me first. Shari was excited and pleased when she locked onto my left nipple and pinched it hard.
I squealed when she got first grabbed me, in anticipation of the pain, but then realized it didn't really hurt. There was pain, but of a different sort, not like when I fell off my bike and skinned my knee. This pain was more than enjoyable, it made me feel new sensations. I feigned my discomfort, pretending to make her stop, just enough for her to pinch harder, then, while she was focused on that, I grabbed her right nipple and twisted it, making her squeal and release my nipple.
I was astounded by how pleasurable I found it to be inflicting her pain. Seeing her face contorting, the look in her eyes, the way the pain weakened her attempt to stop me, all of it filled me with a newfound pleasure. I mercilessly pinched and twisted her nipple, watching her incapable of fighting back as the pain overwhelmed her. I only n let up when she began to cry, but only because I was afraid one of our mothers would hear and come in to see what was going on.
I eased up but kept her nipple in my fingers, leaned in and whispered that if she ever told, it would be worse next to I saw her. I shivered seeing the look of fear in her eyes and the deep down kernel of submission there. I let loose of her and sat back, relishing the sight of her sobbing and rubbing her chest but not willing to look me in the eye. I felt a strange satisfaction from it.
Back at home, I explored this mixture of pain and pleasure, using my body as my subject. I masturbated while doing things like pinching my own nipples as hard as I could. I learned I have a very high tolerance for pain, which was disappointing because, while it felt exquisite I couldn't bring myself to tears. Instead, I had the most intense orgasms I had had ever had before. It didn't take much for me to realize needed a companion who I could inflict pain on as a means of sexual pleasure.
By the time I turned 13, I had fully fleshed out my desires through fantasies developed with the help of both porn and adult sites that catered to alternative sexuality. I had also realized that the chance I would find a viable partner was almost nonexistent. My lesbian tendencies were of no issue as there was an active LGBTQA+++ community at my high school, but I wasn't interested in joining them. I wasn't going to waste my time rumbling around with some girl who wouldn't give me a total experience of what I wanted.
The one advantage to it was I could concentrate on my grades, aiming for college where my chances of finding a suitable partner was better. That was my motivation for college, even more than anything. I had resolved myself to the possibility that I would have to wait even longer as my tastes were unconventional or that I would have to resort to using some app to find someone.
One night, toward the end of my junior year of high school, I went to a party, a rarity for me. I don't know why I was compelled to go, as I find them boring and exasperating trying to tend off horny, high boys, and the occasional girl.I wore my favorite dress, an ankle a length dress that was made of thin material that fit my slender body like a second skin. I decided to forgo panties or bra, so as to not to show lines, though it made my nipples noticeable and if someone looked good enough, would reveal my lack of pubic hair. I knew vibes asking for unwanted attention but I didn't care.
The party went has expected and by 10 pm I'd had enough and was prepared to make my exit when I caught sight of the most incredibly beautiful creature I had ever seen. I had wandered out back, for some inexplicable reason, and stopped at the fringes of the small crowd in from of the band playing in the backyard. As I turned to leave, I saw her, standing in the crowd.
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At the same time I was exploring my own body and the pleasures it was capable of, which was around the age of ten, I learned that pain could be incorporated in enhancing that pleasure. I found that when pain was added to pleasure, all my senses became heightened so that the pleasure was even more intense.
I discovered this innocently enough, while staying with my cousin Shari for a week over summer vacation. We were in her bedroom late one night when we got into a game of "Purple Nurple," trying to pinch each other's nipples. I don't remember who started it but all that matters is that I enjoyed it when she managed to get me first. Shari was excited and pleased when she locked onto my left nipple and pinched it hard.
I squealed when she got first grabbed me, in anticipation of the pain, but then realized it didn't really hurt. There was pain, but of a different sort, not like when I fell off my bike and skinned my knee. This pain was more than enjoyable, it made me feel new sensations. I feigned my discomfort, pretending to make her stop, just enough for her to pinch harder, then, while she was focused on that, I grabbed her right nipple and twisted it, making her squeal and release my nipple.
I was astounded by how pleasurable I found it to be inflicting her pain. Seeing her face contorting, the look in her eyes, the way the pain weakened her attempt to stop me, all of it filled me with a newfound pleasure. I mercilessly pinched and twisted her nipple, watching her incapable of fighting back as the pain overwhelmed her. I only n let up when she began to cry, but only because I was afraid one of our mothers would hear and come in to see what was going on.
I eased up but kept her nipple in my fingers, leaned in and whispered that if she ever told, it would be worse next to I saw her. I shivered seeing the look of fear in her eyes and the deep down kernel of submission there. I let loose of her and sat back, relishing the sight of her sobbing and rubbing her chest but not willing to look me in the eye. I felt a strange satisfaction from it.
Back at home, I explored this mixture of pain and pleasure, using my body as my subject. I masturbated while doing things like pinching my own nipples as hard as I could. I learned I have a very high tolerance for pain, which was disappointing because, while it felt exquisite I couldn't bring myself to tears. Instead, I had the most intense orgasms I had had ever had before. It didn't take much for me to realize needed a companion who I could inflict pain on as a means of sexual pleasure.
By the time I turned 13, I had fully fleshed out my desires through fantasies developed with the help of both porn and adult sites that catered to alternative sexuality. I had also realized that the chance I would find a viable partner was almost nonexistent. My lesbian tendencies were of no issue as there was an active LGBTQA+++ community at my high school, but I wasn't interested in joining them. I wasn't going to waste my time rumbling around with some girl who wouldn't give me a total experience of what I wanted.
The one advantage to it was I could concentrate on my grades, aiming for college where my chances of finding a suitable partner was better. That was my motivation for college, even more than anything. I had resolved myself to the possibility that I would have to wait even longer as my tastes were unconventional or that I would have to resort to using some app to find someone.
One night, toward the end of my junior year of high school, I went to a party, a rarity for me. I don't know why I was compelled to go, as I find them boring and exasperating trying to tend off horny, high boys, and the occasional girl.I wore my favorite dress, an ankle a length dress that was made of thin material that fit my slender body like a second skin. I decided to forgo panties or bra, so as to not to show lines, though it made my nipples noticeable and if someone looked good enough, would reveal my lack of pubic hair. I knew vibes asking for unwanted attention but I didn't care.
The party went has expected and by 10 pm I'd had enough and was prepared to make my exit when I caught sight of the most incredibly beautiful creature I had ever seen. I had wandered out back, for some inexplicable reason, and stopped at the fringes of the small crowd in from of the band playing in the backyard. As I turned to leave, I saw her, standing in the crowd.
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