I have always been a bit of a free thinker. Why is a bit of a mystery, even to me. My sister turned out to be a conservative Republican. My brother is a truck driver. Me – I am different. Same upbringing – very different outcome. Curiosity has always been a big part of my life. That has something to do with being such an avid reader, I think. Through reading, I discovered the bigger world outside of the small Southern town where I grew up. I learned about a bigger, brighter world and many worlds of imagination beyond that. One of my favorite writers at a very early age was Edgar Allen Poe. Mom used to read to us from 101 Poems – which included The Raven. I read the Pit and the Pendulum and thrilled with terror at the thought of the pendulum swinging ever closer and the sound of the wind as it cut the air getting louder and louder. I was probably 5 or so when I first read Poe. Of course I read the normal childhood books, The Bobbsy Twins, Nancy Drew and eventually my Mom’s copy of Lady Chatterly’s Lover. Now that was fun. I could hardly wait to get into sex. Something held me back, however. I spent my high school years doing just about everything but… I would park with boys and go through necking and even some petting near the end of school, but I never “did it”. I don’t think I ever even considered it. It never occurred to me that any of my friends would do such things. They never talked to me about it… In my last posting, I talked about losing my virginity so I won’t recap that here. I did think I was straight if I thought about that sort of thing at all. I never wanted children – That made me different from my friends, in itself… It did not occur to me there was any other way to be than straight. I do remember thinking at pajama parties, “I wonder if all the other girls are looking at and thinking about the other girls the way I am…” In college I finally discovered sex and I loved it. I was very enthusiastic. I never went for the traditionally “good looking” boys. I was always more interested in what they were like intellectually than physically. I have gone out with and “had” my share of drop dead georgeous men… but it was never a big plan to do so… It just sort of worked out that way.
What made me think it was okay to be different when everyone was trying to be so much a part of the crowd, I will never know. I was definately part of the “IN crowd” but I was the only one of that crowd who had other friends. The geeks, the very smart kids, the loose girls. the artist, the boys who hung out at the “smoking tree” – you know – the fast boys… I had friends in all those catagories. It seemed natural to me – Again, why, I do not know – that was not behaviour that my best friends exhibited. We never talked about it. Now that I think about it, I can’t remember anything substantive that we ever talked about.
Back to sex… I had quite a bit of sex in college – then I moved out to San Diego, where, very soon after arriving, I became a stripper.. An exotic dancer… and lived a LOT. Just my exposure to the other dancers was full of wake up to reality moments. They were prostitutes, drug addicts, Hell’s Angel “property”, communists, gay, straight and twisted. One fellow who used to hang out at the clubs even used to talk about doing it with farm animals- which was a bit much even for me – but his stories turned out to just be another thing to file away in my catalog of experiences. Life was a big sponge. The more I absorbed, the better it was.
One of my friends, Susan (the woman who introduced me to dancing for a living) and I went to a grocery store very late one night and each bought a bottle of champagne and a can of Redi-Whip on our way over to see a man I had been dating, John. We were going to surprise him by making him a present of both of us and our caloric treats. We also managed to blow the mind of the young man at the checkout counter at the grocery store. Sex that night with John and Susan was nice. We (Susan and I) took turns with John and at a few points treated him to our combined licking, sucking and kissing.
Susan was my roomate for a while and she used to like me to watch her masterbate, which I did. I never touched her. It always seemed to me that it was all about watching – not participating. She had one of the lovliest bodies I have ever seen. She was blond with legs that went all the way from here to… there. Long, beautiful legs and the most perfect breasts. Her skin was silky soft and white with a bit of summer tan from the nude beach and a few freckles thrown in for good measure. Her lips were soft and her kisses were sweet – but that is as far as it went.
I eventually developed a crush on another dancer – the communist – another long legged beauty with lovely straight brown hair – bobbed with bangs and the longest lashes I’ve ever seen. That is a story for another night…
I hope you enjoy my trips down memory lane. Be sure to come back. I will keep posting. Take a moment and browse the shop. I have some great seductive clothes, shoes, lotions and even chocolate body paint to play with. I will post again soon.
