The story of how I got into the lifestyle is quite a long and complex one. I didn't start off my marriage to Eris with the plan of corrupting her. I had fantasized that hey maybe we could have a threesome, but that was never the goal from the outset. However, I'm getting ahead of myself.
This story is long and strange. I thought about writing the whole thing in Old English just to establish my sex-geek cred, but I'll keep thing relatively modern. It does happen to start a long long time ago - decades even.
I was a sexually precocious child. I can recall having my first masturbatory orgasm around age eleven or twelve. From there, it was straight into teenage wankdom and the requisite religious guilt surrounding that; self-inflicted I might add. There was also the tiny worry of total nuclear annihilation. It wasn't exactly a sex-positive environment. However, my parents were pretty progressive and never lectured me on the evils of masturbation etc. For that, I thank them. I can remember my total mortification when they found one of my magazines. My mother was laughing, I wanted to die.
I had my first actual sexual experience with a girl around the age of fourteen on a school bus, during the afternoon - hands down her pants to be precise - but I fumbled and managed no further damage than massaging her pubic bone.
It was another two years before I would lose my virginity in another public place. Let's just say it was at night, near the water. It was mind-bending for a kid who was just starting to drive. In all honesty it was probably better than it should have been. I chalk that up to the hours of foreplay we had before the sex. It was elating enough just to be having sex at all. To have it in public from a girl(she was seventeen) who even told me I made her climax twice was even more mind-altering. I was head-over-heels in lust. I wanted a lot more sex, too bad we only managed to get busy two more times. From there recriminations were had since she was seeing another guy. Lies were told, face was saved, it was teenage sex-drama at it's most inane. It was another year before I would get laid again. Growing up in the sticks has a way of limiting one's mating opportunities. That plus my own unrealistic expectations of women and my own social ineptness kept my wood quite dry.
The next time at least I got laid by a former bi-sexual stripper - go me, score! I had a good friend who was had class with her. She was all of half-decade older than I plus she had red hair. Once again I was in lust. We actually got a long quite well in an odd sort of way. She couldn't believe she could stand someone my age. I didn't quite get this until I turned twenty-five and considered dating eighteen through twenty year-olds. Unfortunately, she moved away and we never got the chance to any further. The bi-sexuality got my young brain thinking 'Hey, she likes girls and boys, maybe she'd bring home another girl!' This was a long time before I understood how bi-sexuality really works. After all, the only thing I'd had to learn from was Penthouse letters. Did you know that some of them may just be made up? Why did no one tell me that?
I was a confused, horny, and perverse twenty-something. It was a bitch being a clueless horny geek with no prospects of getting laid. This contributed to a lot of anxieties and needless worry. Magic was not far around the corner though - serious magic.
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