He was my lover, an ongoing affair that brought me to my senses and out of abuse. He laid me down caressed my body from head to toe with his large hands being so light on my skin. He opened my legs brushed the length of my vulva and the slowly ran his tongue over every inch. So slowly. So lightly. Time was forgotten, I don’t know how long, not long, he caressed my labia with his tongue, inside, outside, up and down. When his tongue finally let his mouth settle over my clit the orgasm was soft and strong all at once, amazing. It totally side blinded me because I don’t have clitoral orgasms with people.
I was molested at three. It wasn’t “tragic”. New daddy was kind and cuddled me a lot, I just refused to put where he peed from in my mouth😂😂 things change.
During grade 1 – 3, the little boy down the block and I would play mailman, doctor, and mommy/daddy. It was cute.
Mom showed me Playgirl (as art, who’s more handsome) and friends showed me other porn mags around that time.
I can’t remember when my infatuation with penis truly took hold, but I could look at and play with them for hours no matter the unique shape and size.
😂🤣 What a funny question! I think I would like to watch my parents when they conceived me. Yes, I would want to make a study of correlations between life experience and conception, starting with each member of my family.
Hope you enjoyed my answers guess I am gonna be jumping the order now😝