A blend of fact and fiction from Mindy, 90% true 10% poetic licence, let us know what you all think:
Ever since I was a young girl, I have always had a high sex drive. I began exploring my own body like most of us do, it’s just a natural part of growing up. For me though, it was different and it soon became apparent that my urges and sexuality were different to that of my girlfriends. We would attend parties and do all the usual things that teenage girls do, drink cheap cider, smoke cigarettes and flirt with boys. But while my friends were happy with a bit of heavy petting and thought it was a big thing if a guy felt their boobs, I wanted much more and wasn’t shy of letting the boys do what they wanted. At 17 I had long since lost my virginity and had gained something of a reputation in our local area for being the girl who would suck you off and swallow every drop or let you fuck her in the arse if you wanted. Many called me a slag, but I preferred the term slut.
Times were different back then, we had no social media, no mobile phones or CCTV catching everything that we did. In many ways it was a far better time, people spoke to each other and flirted face to face instead of relying on text messages and hiding behind a keyboard. I had a great figure, quite tall and slim, size 8/10 and I would always dress sexy and provocative. I loved the attention and was very free with my affections, it didn’t take much for me to drop my knickers for a guy, it’s just how I was and I make no apology for it. Boyfriends would come and go, mainly because I couldn't keep my legs shut for two minutes and be faithful to them. There was a stage that I would easily fuck 4 or 5 different guys a week, I was young and attractive and loving life.
I lived at home with my mum and her sister Kim. Mum had me at 16 and my dad moved away when I was very young so Kim moved in with mum to help with the bills and that's how it stayed. They were and still remain very close and ran a hairdressing and beauty salon together. Mum would do the hair side of things and Kim did makeup, nails and sunbeds. They did well for themselves and they certainly looked the part. They were both short, both only 5 feet tall and very busty. Mum usually had dark hair and Kim was always blonde. Both were slim, very attractive, sunbed tan and always immaculately presented wearing all the fashions of the time and always in 4 inch stilettos. People always thought that they were twins, but Kim was two years younger than mum, but even today they both look far younger than they are. They were both very sexually active single women and never hid much from me. They taught me that it was ok to like sex and that it wasn’t something to be ashamed of. Most weekends they would go out with their friends, they would all get dolled up, meet at ours for a few drinks and then head out on the town. More often than not they would bring guys home with them and they would spend the night shagging before they guys slipped away in the early hours.
In our area everyone went to the pub at the weekend, even if we weren’t yet old enough to drink and of course makeup and a low cut top always made it easy for the girls to be served without question. I was always popular in the local bars and hardly ever had to buy my own drinks, guys knew my reputation and most of them would go out of their way to impress me by buying drinks in the hope of receiving my favours, and of course I never disappointed them. It wasn’t only the young lads who bayed for my attention, the older men (most of whom were married) would also try their luck as did a couple of women, but that’s another story.
As time went by I found myself drawn to an older group in our local pub and I would usually sit with them for a drink most evenings. They were mainly in their 40s and a mix of married couples and singles who all enjoyed a good laugh and were forever coming out with dirty jokes or sexual innuendos. As they got to know me they would think nothing of calling me the slapper in the group and would tease me about being a slut, although they never judged me, they simply accepted me for how I was.
One evening one couple, Frank and Karen, invited me back to their house for a bit of a party with a few of the others after the pub closed. It was a Saturday night and I wasn’t working the following day so I gladly went along. Frank was a local builder and Karen had her own little photography business. They lived in a nice house on the outskirts of town, I had passed it many times but had never been inside. There was me, Frank, Karen and 4 other guys, all of whom I had gotten to know quite well, socially not intimately. As with all good house parties, people were split between the kitchen and the living room, which in their house was open plan. Music was playing and the drinks were flowing, everyone was having a good time. I was being my usual self, flirting outrageously with the men and they were lapping it up. It was a very different atmosphere to the pub and I could feel the sexual tension building up.
I was a little shocked to find that Karen was flirting quite a lot as well, especially with me. She was dancing up close to me and paying me lots of compliments, telling me that I should do some modeling and that she would love to take some photos of me. I remember laughing and saying something like get your camera and you can put me on page 3. I was only messing about, but before I knew it Karen left the room and returned a couple of minutes later with her camera and said ok then, lets see what you’ve got. I’ve never been shy, but I was a little bit surprised, so I just laughed and quickly pulled down my top and flashed my tits for her…..TBC
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