Natural Born Slut

I was fifteen when I realized that my body had developed in the right way, since men stared at me. A boy that saw me undress at the gym had waited for me in the bicycle garage, and was very friendly but also persistent. I needed to experience the feeling of a man, of hugging a man, he told me.

I’m the only c***d in our home, dad left mom when I was just born so I never met him. Mom told me he was handsome, but unable to attach. She lost contact with him, and I really don’t care. I don't need no rightwing conservative telling me to be a hetero.
After I was hugging the boy he wanted more, and took me to a garagebox under the apartment building where his family rented a flat. He already had a mattress there, and candles, so it was ready for us to have sex. I enjoyed that so much that we did if often, there.

Now a teacher at school also showed interest and asked me after the lesson if I liked him. He said I was staring at him! That was not the whole truth as I was just looking at his bulge, which seemed bigger than normal. He told me that he wasn’t married and could basically receive me in his home, but only under the condition that I kept it secret or he could lose his job, and since he is a good teacher and I do like him I didn’t want that to happen to him, so I didn’t ride the bike directly to his home; first I wanted to make sure I was alone, so I went to a coffee bar where I drank one and read the news and checked if anyone was checking on me. Luckily not! So I went to his house, he offered me red wine, I got drunk.

We fucked, and he told me that he hoped I liked it enough to come back. That started that. Now I finished school (really high points from this teacher!) and we already had talked about this part; he has an extra room in his home, and I wanted to study in the city and not live in with my parents anymore.

So my life started this easy! He’s being really nice to me, and tells me that I should try to dress up fore him. I kept it a secret still, until I got hormones, which changed my body and soul. So I told my parents basically that I was in love with the teacher and we had a relation. They liked the news. The next time I brought him with me, and together we announced the baby. Before I knew it, I was like a housewife without c***dren. The sex still was great, amazing. I love my life, his penis, his house, and our holidays. I like how he looks at me while I am dressed up and walk in high heels. I'm so lucky to be this passable!

I wrote this two decades ago, meanwhile I lived in Amsterdam and had other boyfriends, now I'm in the SF Bay area, open for new adventures. HMU!