By Louetta

Some thoughts on when I was growing up. Still enjoy reading it.


When I was growing up my parents never tried to shelter me from
my sexuality. My Dad adored me and my sister Robin and made us
feel proud of our budding bodies. If they saw us naked they never
told us we had to cover up, though we did learn that there were
places a girl could not be naked for a variety of reasons. I
still love for my Dad to see as much as possible of me as I can.
Though I can't show him as much as I did when I was a little
girl. But he still gets to see me in my littlest bikinis.

Nobody ever told me that penises were better than pussies or made
me ashamed of having boobs. Even though mine weren't very big and
never got big I was made to feel that my body was special. All we
ever were required to wear in the house were bottoms. I displayed
my blossoming boobs freely as long as I felt I could without
embarassing my Dad. I think in part the lax rules were because my
tits weren't as big as other girls and my parents wanted me to
get a positive message about.

When I started menstruating we had a celebration. When I started
dating we had a celebration. I always knew I could bring my
boyfriends home. I knew getting pregnant would ruin my plans for
life and acted accordingly. But never was I told sex, per se, was
bad. Just that it had it's proper place.

I loved being a girl and I still do. I rejoiced in the attention
my body brought me from boys. I wanted to spread my newly grown
sexual wings and I did. I wanted the luxury of making up my own
mind about how I would use my body. I learned early the power
having a body gave me and I learned how to use it. And I did,
when I thought it was right. I had an enduring acceptance of my
sexuality and a virtual absence of shame.

I learned how to fuck fairly early. How to do it and get the most
out of it myself and how to satisfy a boy if I wanted to. I
learned as much about it as I could. Various positions, various
venues, ways to make it last longer. I haven't fucked nearly as
many boys as some people think, but I'm pretty sure they all
enjoyed it. I enjoyed most of them.
I learned how to give a decent hand job and a very good blow job.
And I know that I satisfied each and every boy. And gave quite a
few an introduction they will not forget for a long time.

Besides learning how to make love I learned other games. Tie up
and strip games where I, being the only girl in the neighborhood,
at least at first, who was willing to be completely naked, was
always chosen as the victim. In our house or someone else's. In
our yard or in a nearby forest. Stripped naked, tied to a tree,
tied to a bed, tied with my hands over my head, spread-eagled on
the ground, a noose around my neck, my thin brown naked body
offered, ready, willing and able.

My first early tie and strip experiences were with girls. They
weren't sexual experiences really, though we used them to get
ourselves off and to learn what we liked. I treasure my
friendship with RaeAnn, my most frequent partner in my
adventures. We explored each other's bodies. What they looked
like and how they reacted and worked. And how to use them. We
watched each other grow and I also treasure the photos we took
together. Both of us naked. Once a month from the time we were
ready to start maturing until we finished. Even if I can't match
how she turned out.

And she is still the best I've ever met with a rawhide whip. She
can play my body like a violin, reduce me to tears and get me off
better and faster than anyone.

Later I started to do scenes with boys. I started by having my
brother Ricky tie me up in the nude so I could get off. Then
later he devised games in which I would serve as an object of
fantasy, a victim in a scene, to provide enjoyment to all of us.
He showed great ingenuity and imagination in finding different
ways to subject me to realistic tortures without ever hurting me.
Much.

Whenever I was bound and tormented, no matter what they did to
me, I was completely at peace with my body, bare tits, bare ass,
bare legs, bare tummy and bare cunt. And even bare asshole a few
times. I was completely at ease being naked with and for the
boys. And completely at ease with being bound naked and helpless
with them. Even when I came close to being raped a few times my
attitude did not change.
I learned early to get the most out of the crowning glory of my
girlhood. The thin lips and little pink tunnel, soft and wet
between my spread legs. I loved every minute fucking. And I loved
every minute of our games, despite the pain I sometimes suffered.

And I did everything in the nude. Completely. That was a choice
that I made, I didn't even have to think about it. I was
comfortable that way. It never occurred to me that anyone would
find anything in it which was dirty. Nor did I really care what
other people thought. It was me, bare naked and happy.

louetta_keene@yahoo.com



  
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