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Later this was reinforced by the first time I demanded a woman not cum. The look in her eyes told me all I needed to know.
For some reason that made me get the biggest grin I've had in about a year.
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Later this was reinforced by the first time I demanded a woman not cum. The look in her eyes told me all I needed to know.
For some reason that made me get the biggest grin I've had in about a year.

I've really spent the last few days thinking back to my first forays into sex as a kid. I've thought real long & hard about it, and I've done a lot of writing in the past few days trying to figure out if there was some abuse or abnormality, and I am just not seeing any. I was just a normal little girl with a working class family. And I don't guess it matters.
The past few days have made me rethink my past condemnation of the lifestyles of others. I've come to the conclusion that this is my sexual orientation and I must have been born with it. So it would be wrong and quite short sighted and hypocritical of me to assume that any one who's sexual preferences are considered abnormal or immoral was evil or wicked or a "sinner".
Pardon my brain farts, but these are pretty profound revelations for me. Think Southern Baptist, INFP, good little girl who never went against her parents or the rules. That is me. And if I don't break out of this, a part of my self is going to die. Sexual orientation seems such a small thing; to prefer rough sex or painful sex over bubble gum flavored sex. But I find myself largely depressed in my life. I find that I lash out at those I love most because I feel like my life is a lie.
It's just sex, but it bleeds over into everything else in my life. For example, I find myself buying clothes based not on what I want to wear and feel good in, but based on what my family expects. How pathetic is that? Sad!
I believe that my partner has found me out. Last night during sex, he pulled my hair, which he would never have done before. It was a small thing, but it really got my motor running and I had an orgasm that was earth shattering, to say the least. How much stronger would my O's be if there were lovely silver clamps or a nice cat of nine tails involved?
Pardon me again. I don't mean to ramble this way.
I knew bondage excited me from a VERY young age... I think I might of been four or five at the time? But it wasn't until I was 16-17ish that I started to find out there were other people like me and lots of other kinky things to explore
The internet helped a lot...


Watching re-runs of "I Dream of Jeannie" I always loved the episode where Maj. Nelson was caught by Jeannie's evil cousin (Barbara Eden in a dark wig
) and tied to a spit over the hot flames . . .