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Description (f, exh)

BleedingFlower describes herself, her background, and how she got to where she is now.

    Hello there, this is BleedingFlower (not my real name, obviously =)).
    Heph is making me write a description of myself and what just happened
    to me.  He says I have to include everything in the survey, for those
    who are curious about those sorts of things.  So I'll start there.

    I'm 27, and lost my virginity at 17.  I've slept with three different
    people: my first mistake, a guy I dated freshman year (much better),
    and my ex-husband.  Heph has a mischevous look on his face and is
    reminding me it will be four soon.  I get the feeling he isn't going
    to let this be easy.  It's hard enough writing this, but I have to
    admit I am getting a little bit hot thinking about you all out there
    reading it.

    This is probably my wildest sexual experience ... I used to be pretty
    conservative and thought I had the perfect life until I caught my
    husband in bed with my friend.  Since the divorce, I've wanted to have
    a chance to be a bit wild while I'm still young, but I haven't had a
    chance to do much about it until now.

    Favorite thing about sex: orgasms.  Heph says everyone says that, try
    again.  Ok.  A good long, hard stroke when you aren't expecting it.
    You know?  You're there, you're doing it, he's got a rhythm going, and
    all of a sudden he pulls back and drives it deep into you.  Only takes
    a couple of those and I know I'll be cumming over and over.  I can't
    believe I just wrote that.

    So let's see, like I said, I'm divorced, and I work as a paralegal.  I
    used to be the sort of person who had to have everything figured out
    and everything in its place, but now I'm a bit more relaxed.

    My favorite story is "The Slut" ... I love the idea of someone being
    pushed into being a bit wild and overcoming their inhibitions.  I
    guess that's how I got into this mess.  I've also always had a bit of
    an exhibitionist streak.  I doubt I could actually ever do anything in
    public like that, but thinking about it really really turns me on.
    Heph promises me he's going to write up everything he does to me, so I
    can be exposed that way.  Just thinking about it excites me to no end.
    I masturbate a couple times a week, though this has been an above
    average week.  Heph has been teasing me daily with a paragraph or two
    of things he might do to me.

    Ok, now I have to describe myself.  This is going to be a bit tough.
    I have long straight dark auburn hair, blue eyes and pale skin.  I'm
    5'3", slender, played lots of sports growing up and work out regularly
    so I like to think I have a pretty nice body.  Heph wants me to
    mention that I'm sitting naked at his computer in his apartment right
    now.  His hand is playing with my tits (he says I have to call them
    that) while I'm typing ... it's a bit distracting.  They're B's: not
    real big, but nice and firm.

    My pussy is shaved bare for the first time in my life ... usually I
    keep it nice and trimmed but he made me shave it for him.  You have no
    idea how much of a turn on it was to do that last night, knowing I
    didn't want to, but was doing it because he told me to.  I spent quite
    a while taking care of myself afterwards, and I have to admit the
    feeling of all that smooth, bare skin down there is pretty cool.

    So now Heph says I have to tell you the story of how I got to this
    point.  I've been reading stories online now for a while, and came
    across Heph's story "Innocence."  I enjoyed it, so I started reading
    more of his stories, including the whole "Slut" series, which I really
    enjoyed.  So I mailed Heph and told him how much I liked his stories
    and we started chatting.  He says only one out of every one thousand
    people who reads a story writes a response.  I have a hard time
    believing that.

    So anyway, we were talking, and he must have said all the right things
    because before I knew it, we were exchanging pictures (we both live in
    the LA area).  He dared me to do something wild (I've always had a
    weakness for dares), and I laughed and asked what he had in mind, and
    he said should I make it a dare, or would you rather I get Heph-like
    and just tell you what to do.  I'd like to, but I'm not sure if I
    could bring myself to actually do it, I said.

    The next day I get an email of things for me to do.  Little things,
    but I can tell he's getting me used to doing what he tells me.  But as
    I do them, I start getting turned on, because in my head I'm imagining
    the things he is going to be making me do soon.  A few days later, he
    makes me go to work with no underwear on, which isn't really
    difficult, since noone can tell.  The hard part, though, was getting
    work done because I was so turned on I desperately wanted to play with
    myself.

    This all made me very curious about what it would be like to meet him
    in person, so I was very pleased this Tuesday when he told me to plan
    on coming over to his apartment on Saturday (today) in order to be
    inspected.  After a week of teasing, I put on some sexy clothes (tight
    red top and a short black skirt), as requested, and went over to his
    place.

    We chatted a bit until I was comfortable, then he had me stand in the
    center of the living room.  Walking around me, he made me keep my
    hands at my sides as his hands roamed all over my body.  When he was
    facing me again, he took a long look at my chest and told me to take
    my top off.  It was very difficult with him watching me like that
    ... I've always felt more comfortable letting the guy take my clothes
    off.  As each piece came off, I stood still and let him touch me until
    he told me to take off the next piece, until only my panties were
    left.  Then he reached inside them and started rubbing my bare pussy,
    telling me what a good girl I was for shaving for him.  I was shaking
    so hard I could hardly stand.  Then he stopped, and sat in front of
    me, and told me to show him my pussy.

    Blushing bright red, I slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of
    them.  After having me pose a bit for him (including having me bend
    over and spread myself open for him ... god, is that humiliating), he
    led me over to the computer and sat me down here to start writing.

    He says that's a good enough introduction for now and that maybe he'll
    sit me down here again later after he's had enough of me.  Goodbye for
    now (I still can't believe I'm actually doing this)...

    -BleedingFlower

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