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Tuesday, July 17th 2018

My first blog post

So ive decided to write a blog. A very honest and frank account about me and my life as a sex worker. Over the years and because of my love for sex I have experienced lots of naughty and exciting things so I thought it would great to share my stories with you. I hope they make you smile, laugh and most of all make your cocks hard.

LOSING MY VIRGINITY

I suppose the best place to start would be at the beginning and how my love for sex came about. The night I lost my virginity at the tender age of 16 was not a pleasurable one, but it moulded me into the sexualised woman that I am now. My first time drinking vodka and my first time having a cock inside me. I was at a house party, and pissed as a fart. Me,a group of guys a couple of years older than me and my friends all dancing around the room to banging loud music. I remember what i was wearing that night. A short denim skirt and a tight black top that clung to my pert tits and showed off my cleavage. I danced, clutching and taking swigs of my vodka, every now and again stumbling, feeling the affects of the alcohol. I went through to the kitchen. I needed fresh air. Lighting up a cigarette I got talking to one of the guys. Before long we were kissing, him pushing me up against the kitchen surface. We kissed for a while before we decided to go upstairs. The room was dark except light from the street lamps seeping through the gaps in the blinds. I could see enough that it was being used as some kind of junk room. Fumbling about in the dark, we kissed some more then I undone the button and zip on his jeans. He was already hard. Sitting down against a wardrobe door he pulled me down onto him. Unbalanced and trying to straddle him he pulled my panties to the side and eased himself into me. Drunkenly I rocked back and forth, not really feeling anything except sick. He had his hand up my top, squeezing my nipples between his fingers and groping at my breasts. It was over so quickly. I heard him moan as he emptied himself into me. Feeling woozy I stood up, smoothed down my skirt and quickly left the room. Back downstairs nothing was said about our drunken fumble. A fumble that in some strange way not only left me feeling disappointed but in some way powerful. I felt like a woman. Over the next few years into my late teens and twenties i had many more sexual encounters. Mostly one night stands. I didnt find it difficult picking up men. I made it my mission. I was confident and would lure them in with my 'come to bed eyes'. Somehow sex made me feel in control and I got a kick out of knowing that I was pleasing these men. I was controlling how they felt. Hearing men moan and tell me how good I was as they gave me their loads was such a huge turn on for me. A turn on which i suppose set me up to fall into my line of work as a sex worker.