Rambling about "firsts"
deidre’s been thinking about firsts lately for some reason. Some of them easily point to the person that she is now and her current sexual preferences.
First there’s deidre’s sexuality. deidre began playing with girls at the age of 8. It was mostly innocent, if being naked together rubbing private parts can be called innocent, but deidre always found it exciting in a way she couldn’t understand at the time.
When she was 15 she got together with an ex-boyfriend (who she was secretly still in love with) and his current girlfriend and the 3 of us played a little bit. Mostly he watch while Jodi and deidre kissed and touched each other’s breasts.
That year was also the same year that deidre told her best friend that she had developed a crush on her. deidre’s friend didn’t take it too well and the relationship was never the same after that.
deidre can remember back to the first image of a naked man she saw. Believe it or not it was in a fairy tale book as an illustration accompanying “The Emperor’s New Clothes” The picture didn’t actually show any naughty bits, but deidre found herself intrigued none the less.
When she was in her early teens deidre and her sister, E, would flip back and forth to catch the brief flash of something naughty on the scrambled cable channels. deidre remembers one of those movies having a woman chained, naked, in a stone room like an old prison or castle. The woman was being whipped or flogged. The image gave deidre masturbation material for quite a while. Up until a few days ago she’d forgotten all about that.
Of course, there’s the big first. Poppin’ the cherry. deidre had mono at the time and wasn’t really into it but decided to go with it anyway. The guy was her first boyfriend but it’d been 2 years since we’d dated. There must’ve been some fumbling foreplay, but deidre doesn’t remember much about that part. What she does remember is lying there on her back with this boy on top of her rutting away, pushing his cock in and out. At some point deidre asked if she was supposed to be feeling something. Isn’t it supposed to be like it always is in those romance novels with multiple orgasms and sweat and passion? It wasn’t like that at all. Instead it was this monotonous pumping in and out and in and out. Finally deidre lost patience and told him to stop. It just wasn’t doing it for her.
A year later when deidre fucked him and his best friend he still hadn’t figured anything out. If it hadn’t been for the amazing tongue that his friend had deidre probably would’ve walked out of that second experience as well.
deidre’s already written about how she discovered the world of BDSM. It started with a pony play article which led to the internet, which led to trying (key word is trying) to explore with N, her ex, which led to exploring with a coworker, which in turn led back to the internet and finally deidre ended up with Master.
Most of these seem pretty normal. deidre doesn’t think that anyone would look at this and say, “wow, deidre. you should’ve known from the time you were young that you were meant to be a slave” deidre never played bondage games, or house where she was the little girl who got spanked, or even pretended to be a pony. deidre was pretty normal. If anything a couple events in her childhood point toward deidre being more of a Domme than anything else.
There was a boy who lived across the street from deidre when she was young. deidre thinks his name was David. deidre and E. both had a crush on David and we’d play games to try to get David to tell us who he liked best. It never worked, but deidre remembers that he and deidre would hop onto deidre’s bike, deidre in front, him behind, and ride double up and down the street. There’s not really room for more than one person on a bike seat but we made it work. deidre would squirm back in the seat and press down knowing that her ass was crushing David’s poor little penis. He’d say ow and whine about it, which would make deidre do it even harder. This girl can remember the intense pleasure she received from causing him pain. she loved it. deidre would ride faster just to make sure that David couldn’t hop off of the bike so that she could continue to squash his balls and penis.
deidre also remembers tormenting this poor girl in jr high just because she didn’t want to be best friends anymore. Evidently deidre was so mean that the girl eventually changed schools. deidre got off on making her life miserable, making her cry.
Maybe karma is getting deidre back now for all of the nasty things she did when she was a kid by making her fall in love with a Sadist but not granting her the tiniest bit of masochism.
Anyway. Now that deidre has bored everyone to death, she’s curious about what other people’s firsts were. First sex, first g on g, first kiss, first time being turned on etc.
