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ThesecretsIkeep
Guest
For about 5 years now, I have been growing in my sexuality and in my interests and desires. Becoming more bold, if you will. I can feel the heat of my body increasing and my once playful temptations turning into burning, aching need. I’m ashamed, of what I’ve become. It makes me feel…less but at the same time it brings me overwhelming confidence and power.
I’m shy yet wicked, so the same face that blushes and turns away will suddenly turn and lock eyes with someone recognizing me for what I am, and smile a wicked, seductive smile...letting my eyes shimmer with pure, unabashed lust. I’m an animal, but a tame one at that. I have been trained, you see, so I’m controlled now only by good instruction for my behavior and morals sake. The only times I feel ashamed at what I do is when I look at other girls my age, when I look at my sisters, my friends, or my mother. They take pictures to post in public; they display some sexual things but mostly in good fun. Don’t get me wrong, I can be fun…sex isn’t so serious a thing. But. I do what I do with an agenda and with hunger, and it is not something I would want my friends to see. It is the secret I keep, the lies I must tell, the person I truly am, and yet no one knows her.
I’m intelligent, I know. Not so much so that I consider myself a genius, but I’m not a dumb slut. So I struggle with my own respect for myself, in my desires. So not just anyone will do, not to sound picky (I swear I only truly desire someone who matches my needs sexually and has a brain). So that covers dumb, but as for slut… I’m not even a slut (except in my mind and darkest secrets). I’m actually a virgin and I have only engaged in sexual activity twice, not allowing it to get very far. But, considering as I have been sexually aware of myself since 8 and slowly understanding more about it and what I enjoy, I know what I like and I certainly know what I want. Sex. Oh I want it more than anything, but I’m like a dog in an electric fenced yard. My fence has shocked me time and time again, and I’m afraid to over step my bounds now, regardless of the fact that it has been taken down. I’m free to do what I like, but…as I said, I have been trained.
I’d consider myself an independent person, I don’t do well with authority figures, though I am polite and respectful…just…stubborn, and I have a mind of my own so I’m not opposed to sharing my opinions. But I’m submissive to a man who carries himself well, with pride, arrogance, intelligence, just, power, control. I crave nothing more than a man who can control himself with me, but at the same time he has to fight to remain that way and not get lost in me. I want to be a man’s fantasy and to have him use me in whatever way he wishes to give himself pleasure, because despite my innocence and my refusal to bend to anyone’s will or need anyone, I need to be dominated. To be taken, and forced to pleasure because I’d love to fight it. My will would make me fight but my no’s means yes…and my body would evidently show that I was a willing participant. Yet. No one can sense it, it’s like people are oblivious to the need screaming from my body. I’ve really never had a boyfriend, and those that are interested are found wanting haha, or they just want me for sex (which I may not mind but they don’t give me what I want. They are weak and just boys.) .
I’m a fresh 18 year old, so I understand that part of my problem was mostly due to the legality of it. I’m 5’2-5’3, 115lbs, 32c/25/34 measurements, long dirty blonde hair and green eyes, and I’d love for a man to claim me…
I suppose I could divulge into my desires a little more now, seeing that you have a better idea of what makes me me. I love rough sex, love to be helpless, I want to beg because I need you so badly, I love giving blow jobs, I love having my hair pulled and my hips and breasts being held so hard that you leave bruises on my skin…I’m already loud by myself, but I want to lose that last bit of control I have, drop my fears and inhibitions and scream and moan your name as you force your will upon me and make it my own.
I am also, like most girls I’m sure, a fan of the idea of being loved. Who wouldn’t? So sure, I enjoy cuddling and gentleness as much as the next gal, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it rough too. Or hell, that I could do both. Teasing is a fantastic way of sending someone over the edge, I’m easily aroused (despite the fact that I’ll fight it tooth and nail) so I would be a begging, submissive whore for the man who could take me to my limits. If, he desired it I would happily be his loyal, loving woman (I have some interesting qualities about me and would live to serve, don’t forget I’m stubborn though), or I can just be his fuck toy and be happy that he graces me with his presence , among other things…
This was a very random “story”, more like a journal entry, to be honest. I admit it would be nice to hear from someone who has similar interests…male or female, input is appreciated. And it would be nice to not feel so alone, considering that…I actually am alone in this. [/SIZE]
I’m shy yet wicked, so the same face that blushes and turns away will suddenly turn and lock eyes with someone recognizing me for what I am, and smile a wicked, seductive smile...letting my eyes shimmer with pure, unabashed lust. I’m an animal, but a tame one at that. I have been trained, you see, so I’m controlled now only by good instruction for my behavior and morals sake. The only times I feel ashamed at what I do is when I look at other girls my age, when I look at my sisters, my friends, or my mother. They take pictures to post in public; they display some sexual things but mostly in good fun. Don’t get me wrong, I can be fun…sex isn’t so serious a thing. But. I do what I do with an agenda and with hunger, and it is not something I would want my friends to see. It is the secret I keep, the lies I must tell, the person I truly am, and yet no one knows her.
I’m intelligent, I know. Not so much so that I consider myself a genius, but I’m not a dumb slut. So I struggle with my own respect for myself, in my desires. So not just anyone will do, not to sound picky (I swear I only truly desire someone who matches my needs sexually and has a brain). So that covers dumb, but as for slut… I’m not even a slut (except in my mind and darkest secrets). I’m actually a virgin and I have only engaged in sexual activity twice, not allowing it to get very far. But, considering as I have been sexually aware of myself since 8 and slowly understanding more about it and what I enjoy, I know what I like and I certainly know what I want. Sex. Oh I want it more than anything, but I’m like a dog in an electric fenced yard. My fence has shocked me time and time again, and I’m afraid to over step my bounds now, regardless of the fact that it has been taken down. I’m free to do what I like, but…as I said, I have been trained.
I’d consider myself an independent person, I don’t do well with authority figures, though I am polite and respectful…just…stubborn, and I have a mind of my own so I’m not opposed to sharing my opinions. But I’m submissive to a man who carries himself well, with pride, arrogance, intelligence, just, power, control. I crave nothing more than a man who can control himself with me, but at the same time he has to fight to remain that way and not get lost in me. I want to be a man’s fantasy and to have him use me in whatever way he wishes to give himself pleasure, because despite my innocence and my refusal to bend to anyone’s will or need anyone, I need to be dominated. To be taken, and forced to pleasure because I’d love to fight it. My will would make me fight but my no’s means yes…and my body would evidently show that I was a willing participant. Yet. No one can sense it, it’s like people are oblivious to the need screaming from my body. I’ve really never had a boyfriend, and those that are interested are found wanting haha, or they just want me for sex (which I may not mind but they don’t give me what I want. They are weak and just boys.) .
I’m a fresh 18 year old, so I understand that part of my problem was mostly due to the legality of it. I’m 5’2-5’3, 115lbs, 32c/25/34 measurements, long dirty blonde hair and green eyes, and I’d love for a man to claim me…
I suppose I could divulge into my desires a little more now, seeing that you have a better idea of what makes me me. I love rough sex, love to be helpless, I want to beg because I need you so badly, I love giving blow jobs, I love having my hair pulled and my hips and breasts being held so hard that you leave bruises on my skin…I’m already loud by myself, but I want to lose that last bit of control I have, drop my fears and inhibitions and scream and moan your name as you force your will upon me and make it my own.
I am also, like most girls I’m sure, a fan of the idea of being loved. Who wouldn’t? So sure, I enjoy cuddling and gentleness as much as the next gal, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it rough too. Or hell, that I could do both. Teasing is a fantastic way of sending someone over the edge, I’m easily aroused (despite the fact that I’ll fight it tooth and nail) so I would be a begging, submissive whore for the man who could take me to my limits. If, he desired it I would happily be his loyal, loving woman (I have some interesting qualities about me and would live to serve, don’t forget I’m stubborn though), or I can just be his fuck toy and be happy that he graces me with his presence , among other things…
This was a very random “story”, more like a journal entry, to be honest. I admit it would be nice to hear from someone who has similar interests…male or female, input is appreciated. And it would be nice to not feel so alone, considering that…I actually am alone in this. [/SIZE]