69-ing On A Bridge
I, Clara, used to be a crazy girl in my younger years. Here I tell a story about how I met this shy boy that had never even kissed a girl, but by the end we end up doing a lot more than that. We take a walk in the woods and don't come back until we're both satisfied. More
True stories are difficult to write about, especially erotic ones. They typically aren’t as crazy. No man with long flowing blonde hair is riding a black stallion to come whisk me away on a crazy sex adventure. No police officer strip searches me in all the right places. No sexy doctor tells me that the only way to save my life is to fuck him. No. None of that.
My story is much more innocent (and true).
For the sake of legality, I’m going to say that I, Clara, was at the ripe age of “18.” I was a troublesome kid. By that time, I had experienced a lot more in the world of sex than the average “18” year old girl. Of course, there also was no show depicting the lives of pregnant sixteen-year-old girls. I mean, now it’s commonplace, but back then it was a little more taboo.
At the time, the Internet had just started to take off and so did chatrooms. I would screw around chatting with pervy older men back when there were no shows that outted these weirdos on national television. It was fun. I would talk myself up to be a real looker. As far as they were concerned I was this young “18”-year-old hottie with huge boobs, a tight ass, and wet pussy. I know I just drove them crazy. In fact, I was a small skinny girl that, while in shape, did not have many curves. That was OK, though. I was good at “other things.”
Countless men probably jacked off to what they thought were my pictures. Sometimes it even made me a bit horny, but the more I did it the more boring it became. I needed the real thing.
I dated some guys that were a few years older than me. They were not old enough to have grey hair, but as I look back, they were too old to be dating someone like me. Ideally, they should have had jobs as a result of college, but if that was the case I doubt I would have fucked them.
My first sexual experience was with a real dirt bag. I wanted to just make him happy, and I did, but after a while it did nothing for me. It was practically emotionless sex even though we were technically “dating.” No, I needed something real and someone who cared for me. And that’s where the real part of the story starts.