History of a closet nympho - Part I

I guess you can say that I discovered sex at an average young age. As a present, a cousin of mine had given me Harlequin romance books because he knew I liked to read. The term "reading" changed my life for good once I opened those pages.

To a young twelve-year-old who didn't know much about sex and still thought that babies were made through making out, you could say that my eyes were completely opened by what they were doing. Tossing and turning, mouth to mouth, mouth to foot, moaning and groaning, kissing all over, banging until the morning light goodness...it was mesmerizing. I couldn't get those scenes in my head that I started to learn how to masturbate like crazy, every chance I got, lying in my bed. You really learn your way around down there when you're fingering yourself, slowling learning the basics, and then getting yourself the self-lube then stroke trick. You could say it got very addicting...

As I got older, and went into high school, I started to learn more about sex, but through gay and lesbian friends of mine at school. I joined the drama club at my high school, but the lessons I learned and still remember aren't about acting, they were about sex - how, when, where, and sexual politics. People my age that had experienced other sides of sexuality besides good ol' missionary were telling more about the "forbidden apple" - blowjobs, foreplay, positions, sex - it was just one after another after another piece of sex information. I sucked it all up like a sponge - and not like a pro-cock sucker. I still had much more to learn, and the fact that I was still a virgin didn't really help the situation at all. I couldn't prove that I could do those things because I was still a virgin.

Then came my senior year of high school. Still a virgin, but did the information keep coming. For my 18th birthday, some friends who knew I was a hot and horny bastard gave me sex books for my birthday, and not just any sex books - they were manuals that, to this day, I keep at my bedside table wrapped up in paper to disguise the contents. Those books taught me more about sex - erogeneous zones and positions, sex exercises and just how to be a good lover. And oh, did I treat those books like a gift from the gods. They were my savior on any dildo-less night, and it killed two birds with one stone (no pun intended) - I got off, and I learned something new. Every page, even without pictures, helped me to visualize positions and new tricks...why the use for porno when you have your brain?

So I guess, the moral of this story is...learn how to visualize!!

Part Two of this story will come out eventually...