The things that shape us

AfternoonStu

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Today, I had an interesting experience. The company I work for has invited a speaker to give a lecture about efficiency and structure, and sent out an information email about it to all employees today. A series of photos of the lecturer stirred something in me, and I soon realised why. In the photos, she is wearing a snakeskin-patterned top, which struck a nerve deep in my subconscious.
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Having always enjoyed the taboo of exploring my mother's underwear, her top reminded me of an old favourite pair that I used to play with whenever I got the chance.
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The snakeskin pattern was not what made them exciting - the fact that my mother had worn them was - but my experience today shows the kind of imprint it had on me.

I'm fascinated by the psychological aspect of it all, and can think of more details from my past that have left me with certain preferences or even fetishes. It's amazing how a comparatively small thing can shape a person's psyche that strongly, and I am curious to hear about similar experiences of others.

So, would anyone like to share how a detail from your past has shaped your sexuality?
 
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When I was a teen (many years ago), my first and only exposure to a naked woman was this: my father had a small telescope-like viewer in his top drawer, about 3 or 4 inches long. If you looked into the eyepiece, there was a picture of a naked woman from the waist up. Ever since, picture of women with breasts like hers have always aroused me.
 
I used to sneak into my stepmothers underwear drawer and use her panties to jerk off…. Sometimes I would get her bras out of the laundry and cum in the cups. I don’t think she ever knew…. I used to stroke my cock slowly for hours hoping she would walk into my room, if she never did….
 
My parents had an older couple as friends, and when we'd visit I'd raid their bookshelves (I was a total bookworm). Most of it was general interest stuff but I got fascinated by their small collection of Forum magazines. In the pre-internet days this was a mag where people would write in and have published their private thoughts, questions about sex, ask agony aunts etc.

I think reading people's frank experiences about this whole world of sex and fetishes was a more formative influence than any amount of visual porn (again just in print back then), and left me with a lifelong passion for verbal erotica.

My mum's friend Susanne was also an early milf role model for me. She wasn't flirty and didn't dress provocatively at all but she was very kind and took me seriously, which I found incredibly sexy, and she launched many of my early exploratory masturbatory fantasies, imagining her as one of the people writing in to the mag and talking candidly about her sex life
 
Today, I had an interesting experience. The company I work for has invited a speaker to give a lecture about efficiency and structure, and sent out an information email about it to all employees today. A series of photos of the lecturer stirred something in me, and I soon realised why. In the photos, she is wearing a snakeskin-patterned top, which struck a nerve deep in my subconscious.
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Having always enjoyed the taboo of exploring my mother's underwear, her top reminded me of an old favourite pair that I used to play with whenever I got the chance.
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The snakeskin pattern was not what made them exciting - the fact that my mother had worn them was - but my experience today shows the kind of imprint it had on me.

I'm fascinated by the psychological aspect of it all, and can think of more details from my past that have left me with certain preferences or even fetishes. It's amazing how a comparatively small thing can shape a person's psyche that strongly, and I am curious to hear about similar experiences of others.

So, would anyone like to share how a detail from your past has shaped your sexuality?
 
One never know when out of the blue someone on a sexually focused site will make a connection with me and guide me to face more of my personality. Giving me the comfort level to face verbally the deeply hidden traits that has make me who I am.
You know who you are dear one. You know you scare me to death, You know just how to break down my walls and build me back up
You know WHO YOU ARE AND HOW MUCH I THANK YOU.!!!
 
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See I was raised Catholic, and they said sex bad in the butt, and of course I then did my best to prove them wrong. To say that I enjoy sex now to spite the church… is not remotely accurate. Something tells me I would have liked it anyway.

Sorry this story is dumb. I’m pretty vanilla, I think. I just want my tits groped. Can’t a girl get her tits groped, damn.
 
See I was raised Catholic, and they said sex bad in the butt, and of course I then did my best to prove them wrong. To say that I enjoy sex now to spite the church… is not remotely accurate. Something tells me I would have liked it anyway.

Sorry this story is dumb. I’m pretty vanilla, I think. I just want my tits groped. Can’t a girl get her tits groped, damn.
Wish I could help you out!
 
When I was younger, I caught my mom cheating on my dad. That led to a series of events that to this day I can't believe happened. It got to the point where I was helping my mom get ready for her dates with other men. That absolutely shaped a lot of my sexuality. I was always attracted to promiscuous women and not to mention busty women. It's not necessarily that I try to recreate the experiences with her, but more so just the general aspects that became extremely arousing to me.
 
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