my friends accuse me of having an overactive imagination. i have told them about several of my encounters and they choose not to believe me. i am like them, so what i do when the right guy comes along is not anything they would do. i have participated in pretty deviant s** ever since i started having s**. the first guy i went to bed with licked my a******. he fucked me for a long time and showed me a bunch of things that aren’t normal, at least not out in the open. i learned a*** very early on, he liked that because he would keep from getting me pregnant. but more than a*** i liked when he licked me. we also did some pee stuff, him on me, and drinking pee, but that didn’t last long. it really never did anything for either one of us. we had s**, me on him in the car, in parking lots like mcdonalds, places that had lots of traffic. once we got out of the car and he had me while i leaned agains the hood of the car. there were lots of bushes and it was a bit dark where we were parked, but the thrill of getting smacked out in the open is what we were looking for. he helped brake down my inhibitions and just go for it, except pain. i dated him until i got out of high school and then we drifted away from eachother.

i do weird stuff, stuff normal people don’t do, not all guys like it when i ask them to do it, licking my a****** that is, although they will go down on me in a second, they can’t seem to get their tongue back there where i want it. on a couple of occassions i was blowing them and then got down below and put my tongue in their a****** and they went ballistic and went away. guys are also full of it when they say what they do.

when i meet a guy, a particular guy, who wants to be inventive and will lick me i will stay with him until i get tired of him. i would never marry a guy like that. that is my double standard, for casual s** i want to have my a** licked but for a husband i would not want him to do that