home alone and confused at 25
I was always a shy girl but had a naughty secret side. I slept in my room dreaming up s** scenes and soapy sappy sizzling s** stories of i***** and weird f****** as that was my specialty from childhood. I liked to put red rough marks on myself with self s** and hurt myself a little to see how much pain I could take physically with n***** clamps and hard object insertions.
bored and h**** I put on some s*** lingerie with garters and stockings and corset and fucked the fry pan handle up on the kitchen table infront of the window open.
that was such a turn on with the possibility of being seen.
the strange thing was I was so frigid around men and while I wanted love and s** I was hopeless at getting it in the right places and I always got these fat boozy drunks that was like 45-60 chasing me or feeling me up when ever they could even as a child, on a table playing board games or out in the car or around the old bushes on a hill. so I always wanted s** in weird places other then the bedroom, but I liked it alone. I got h**** around the wrong me and biolistic stiff frozen and frigid around the right guys.
I masturbated in boys classrooms and sheep dipping sheds, and it became a challenged to get away with it in public.