History of a Closet Nympho - Part II

In college, I struggled with my sexual side. I was definitely a closet case – a full-fledged virgin who hadn’t done anything sexual beside masturbate frequently, or the occasional make-out session. I hadn’t even had anyone go south of my neck, let alone in my pants!! It was very difficult for me to accept the sex freak in me because of my very strict and religious Christian upbringing – you know the kind, the ones who went to church every week, was told premarital sex was a sin and that you should wait until marriage, the kind that told you that sex was wrong, that it was only for procreation, blah blah blah. Back then, I was still struggling with whether I was going to accept their religion or decide to live my life my own way. I felt as if I was being pulled into two different directions, and it was hard for me to make a decision and not look back. Although, as I look back on things now, I saw myself rebelling away from my parents’ beliefs each and every year, feeling very resentful that I always felt I was the black sheep with my friends who always celebrated Christmas, Easter, went to all the dances and games on Friday nights, and I felt I was missing out. It was lame being the only one not really having a life, sharing a common ground with my friends, because I was held back by my parents’ strict upbringing, which was ruled by a leather belt and a long list of do’s and don’t’s, with no questions asked.

Until Eric came along. Back then, I completely fell head over heels for him, even though my intuition told me that eventually he would hurt me very badly (which ended up being true). The sexual connection I had with him was so strong that I couldn’t resist it. It was hard to not touch him, kiss him, be physically connected with him in a way that it took over my whole being. I couldn’t focus, and as first loves go, it was a great first love experience, but once it was over, I crashed and burned like an Amazonian forest.

However, I have to thank Eric in a way – without him, I wouldn’t have never experienced so many sexual experiences. He was my first everything – almost: first love, first sex session, first blowjob, first getting pussy eaten, first missionary, first doggy style, first…so many things that I can’t even name them all here. It was insane, for 3 years I learned a lot of my sexual side that I didn’t know existed. Although I must admit, even through those 3 years, the full sexual beast in me hadn’t completely awoken, because I still had problems with porn, threesomes, orgies, sex in public, etc. that came later on. In those 3 years, it was great foundation for me to build up my sexual prowess and suck up information like a sponge, becoming more and more like a sex encyclopedia and learning from my mistakes.

So there you have it folks – a pretty updated autobiography about my sexual evolution. Thanks for reading!

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...