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Chapter 3
More Background on Ritual
The next few experiences with my dear sweet uncle were basically the same; he even trained me hot to suck cock. (I will write more chapters about my younger experiences if asked) By the time I was 8, I think I had experienced more orgasms then most 50-year-old women. My uncle eventually divorced my aunt and I was left to my own devices. He never went further then me sucking him off and him fingering my slit. Not once did his finger slip inside me. So he left my cherry intact for someone else to take. I would regularly masturbate and when I could steal some of dads’ magazines I would pleasure myself to the pictures of the pretty women in them. My blonde little friend never approached me ever again; I was somewhat disappointed in that. During the years between 8 – 10 I lost my cherry in a rape. (Another story all together)
I finally hit junior high and was lost in my own little world. Never quite fitting in to any crowd like all of us remember. I felt so much older and mature then the other kids. All of them just learning how to kiss, and here I was a veteran at giving blowjobs. I had absolutely no interest in the boys there. They were so, well, boyish. I yearned for experienced hands touching me. 7 th grade was uneventful. I remember cutting the last day of school that year and my whole life changed. It felt so bad and naughty ditching school, I started doing it a lot the next couple of years. Anyway, over the summer my sister that was in high school at the time brought some of her friends over. There was this boy who was 16 years old and I was 12. I was infatuated with him. I would bug the hell out of him every time he came over to the house. It took all summer but I finally talked him into having sex with me. I was nervous I only had sex a few times before and once unwillingly. The other times it was with inexperienced boys who came to fast and had no idea what it meant to pleasure each other.
We fucked a lot, and I was happier with this relationship then any other I had. We saw each other for a while then broke it off. I had a few more relations, then got back with the guy I talked into having sex with me when I was 12. I moved out of the house and in with him when I was 15 and moved back in with my parents when I was 18. The three missing years consisted of the nothing more then raw unadulterated sex. I started going to swing parties, partner swapping, bi-encounters, group sex, etc… Lets just say, I am very surprised I have never contracted a venereal disease, HIV, AIDS, raped more, or killed during this time. I have had many lovers, men and women. More then any one person would have in a lifetime before I hit the age of 18. Through my tentative years I tried everything imaginable except BDSM. (There are things I would never try like, children and animals. It just does nothing for me) the relationship I had with this guy ended, and I grew a bit tiresome of the games we played. I wasted time and needed to get back on track with my life. I was also looking for commitment now, something I wasn’t very interested in with the last guy, I was also uneducated, and an adult now, needing to get my life back on track. I went back to school, finished got a job, made new friends and started my new life. So begins the next chapter in my life.
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