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Never really been normal when it came to sex. My mother told me I should hold out as sex can be a very powerful weapon against men. My father told me I should hold out because men only want one thing. The truth of the matter is once I had sex the first time I was hooked. I absolutely love it. It makes me feel so good and alive inside that I don't know why anyone wouldn't want it. I mean I totally get why guys like sex. I don't get why women hold out..... When I went to college, I fucked so many guys I totally lost count. You can ask me how many, but I have no clue. I had sex pretty much all the time. I even had sex with out girls. I didn't care. There was just something about the orgasm that was almost like a drug addiction.... I moved to Florida after I graduated from college. The sun, sand, and ocean is by far the best place on earth. I always go to the beach and layout in the most skimpy bikini I could buy. Some were basically see through or so small they barely covered anything at all. I have to admit I LOVED the attention from all the guys.... As much as I love sex, the allure started to fade after awhile and I became pretty depressed. My bestfriend and coworker noticed my depression and suggested I visit a shrink. I didn't want to, but eventually scheduled an appointment. The doctor was nice, cute, and funny. It didn't take long before I was flirting with this married man. By the next day we were fucking in in his office and by the following day I was no longer his patient. Something about he couldn't sleep with his clients or he'd get in trouble.... I invited him to the beach anyway, I told him no reason we couldn't see eachother. So the next morning he shows up and sits down next to me. We chat for a bit and then decided to leave. I followed him to a beach house he owned not far from where we were. Once inside we were all over eachother again. He took me to the bedroom and asked if I trusted him. I was hesitant, but said yes anyway. He then tied me up and proceeded to pull a razor blade from the nightstand. I obviously became very scared, but he calmed me down and assured he was not going to hurt me. He told me if I wanted him to stop, all I needed to say was "beach"..... He took the razor and ran it sideways over my breast. The anticipation of him cutting me was both terrifying and arousing at the same time. I was breathing heavy with anticipation waiting to see what he would do. The more he slid the blade over my skin the hotter it felt and more excited I became. I was breathing extremely heavy and with one quick stroke he cut my breast about an inch under my arriola. The pain was excruciating, but the orgasm was intense, like no other I had.... Afterward he sewed my cut, which was not fun at all. The orgasm during was probably the best I had ever felt, but the pain afterward is not something I could ever get used to. So I have never done it again. I'm seeing a different shrink for my depression now, who says I'm a sex addict and wants me to abstain from intercourse. He wanted me to join a sex anonymous group, which doesn't make any sense at all. They basically told me I can't ever have sex. Where the hell is the fun in that? For now I'm doing what they want, but I'm not seeing this last very long.
Never did or understood the cutting thing, but, did engage in a little physical tightness, pain thing with my hot older sister. It was her hidden thing, even from me, and we were having sex for years. She liked having her arms held tight behind her back and pushed up, so she was immobile and vulnerable, with just enough to be painful but not hurt her long afterwards. She had that little side where she enjoyed the pain while it was happening, and would actually laugh, saying "Ah! Thahurrts!" then tell me to do more, harder.
The other hurt thing she had a hidden thing for was having very hot or very cold things poured or pressed onto her tits. This, too, wasn't a frequent thing, but she did have a private thing for it. We were at a July 4th gathering, later in the day, and chatting with our legs on each other and me caressing her thighs. There was a candle on the table next to us, and she got a serious, hey, look at me and make sure nobody is coming, look on her face. As I felt her thighs and teased her with a few inside the legs feels, she said "Get up, take that candle, and meet me in the shed in 5 minutes..You're going to do something to me that nobody can know..Just do what I say, and where your hand is will get that, too".
I get up, grab the candle, and head for the rear door of the shed, waiting on a lounge chair and wondering what the hell she wants me to do. She sneaks in, lights the candle, and takes her tank top off, telling me to remove her half-bra to expose her tits. I do that, and the candle is starting to drip. That was it. She told me to drip the hot wax all over her tits, and don't stop until it was down to the end. The hot wax hurt, but she loved the feeling, and having me do it to her. By the time we were done, there had to be a dozen waxy burn marks on her tits, and a big smile on her face. I never knew she was into that until then.
" The blood sickle cuts / The honeysuckle sucks " Coil from " Love's Secret Domain "
Sex is great and we like different things.