I know, I know… I need to update my blog.
I want you to imagine that I have a million and one things going on in my life at all times; that is no exaggeration.
I sit now, with a glass of red wine while my three littles play outside in this nice weather we are having. I just got off the phone with my attorney, again discussing “The Doctor”. If you don’t know about “The Doctor”, please look back through some posts.
It makes me head hurt.
So, let’s talk about something better… let’s talk about sex.
I once was a virgin, really. I was. lol…
I lost my virginity at the young age of 14. I don’t have an opinion now on whether I think that was too young, or whether I was mature enough. I don’t think about that. I am sure some part of it affected my psyche and has helped to create me into the slut I am today. In that regard, I would say I am thankful for the experience and would do it all over again. In the week of losing my virginity I slept with seven “boys”. I say “boys” because they too were juveniles and we were kids. I have to mention, six of those seven were black. It was apparently always in my biology to love black cock.
Once I gave up the virgin act it is no surprise that I went wild. I really did.
It was a few weeks or maybe months after the big “V” was taken that I had an experience I would love to share.
I was 14 still, at the time. My mother was the drunk drug addict she always was and had a group of “friends” the same. I, for some god forsaken reason, was permitted to hang out with this group of friends. I just remember people ranging in age of late 20’s to early 40’s, grown ass people. I was only 14.
I was “hanging out” with them one night; the first night I ever consumed alcohol. Dear gawd, shots of brown tequila… the very thought is making my mouth water right now, and not in a good way. It’s watering in that way it does right before you vomit.
I drank so many shots of tequila. I don’t know who’s house I was at, or even who was keeping up with me. My mother was not present and it wouldn’t have mattered if she was. The girls were pouring me shots and bringing me into adulthood I suppose. After these awful shots of what tasted like poison we all got into a car. As I laid in the back seat of this car, in route to pick up Dominos pizza, I can recall the driver and passenger having a serious conversation. The conversation consisted of how they both agreed they drove BETTER when they were drunk, because you are more cautious… makes sense, right? I stepped out of that car and my whole world started spinning. I still to this day don’t know how I stayed upright in that Domino’s waiting area.
We no sooner then pulled into the driveway back at the house, and I was throwing up all over the driveway. I staggered into the house and managed to vomit even more into the large garbage bin they had in the living room. Looking back, there are a lot of things wrong with this entire scenario, but the big gray garbage can in the living room was one I could never make sense of.
I eventually ended up in the bathroom, vomiting in the toilet; lying on the floor, a fucking mess.
I couldn’t tell you who took me into the bedroom, but someone did. Someone took me into a bedroom and tucked me nicely in a full size bed with a blue comforter I remember. I also learned then the old myth that if you have one foot on the floor, the room won’t spin. Bullshit.
I passed the fuck out.
I don’t know how much time went on before I was awoke. Not a clue. It was still dark outside and I could still hear people awake, laughing and drinking.
I was woke up by two men. I look back now and imagine them in their 30’s, but I was 14 so they could have been younger and just seemed “old”.
They fucked me.
I didn’t resist. I don’t regret it. I don’t know if I should feel like I was taken advantage of, but I sure the hell participated.
The two of them took turns on top of me, fucking me; they would alternate. It got intense and they were giving me a good fuck. I mind you, at this point I hadn’t been with a lot of men… let alone grown men. I was for the first time getting fucked.
One thing I remember, that makes me giggle now is that they insisted I punch them. They both insisted, as they pounded away at my 14 year old pussy that I punch them in the face. I did. I punched as hard as I could, they fucked me even harder.
They especially liked alternating. They weren’t cumming every time and passing the baton, but rather being gentleman and taking turns. I look back now and it turns me on. They did cum multiple times though, pulling out and covering me in cum. Then the next one would take a turn fucking me with cum all over my pussy and stomach.
I was fucked for what seemed like hours. No one came in the room to check on us, no one was concerned. I was left sore and covered in cum. My panties long gone and my pants who knows where.
But it wasn’t over…
Again, I have no concept of the time line, but it was some time after that another man came in. He came in alone. He came in and had his way with me as well. Here I was, freshly fucked and 14. I know now, that man was in fact in his 30’s and probably has some fucked up issues of his own. He didn’t ask me to punch him, but he fucked me. I didn’t resist. I didn’t want to resist. I didn’t say no, because I didn’t want it to stop. It was in me from the beginning to be a slut. I was going to make him cum and make him happy. I was going to milk his cock with my cunt like I would so many more men, it is who I am.
He fucked me once, or maybe twice; and he actually slept in the bed with me I recall. I recall waking up with him in the bed. The rest is foggy. I couldn’t tell you how I got home or when, or who took me. I don’t remember finding my panties or if I even ever found them at all.
What I do remember is being sore. I was sore and that was the beginning of my addiction. I love being sore. I love my pussy sore. I love sitting in a chair, pulling my panties up and the pain of being sore from being fucked. I love it to this day. I beg to be fucked to the point of being sore. It makes me cum so hard being fucked again when I am sore.
This isn’t much, but it had me thinking; I wanted to share something with you all.
I must refill my wine glass now and tend to dinner. I appreciate everyone who takes the time to read about my life and even acts like they are interested. Thank you for being you.
(Maybe I will go back later and read through for grammar errors, maybe not)