This post would not have been possible without @SimplisElegance who turned me on to Janet Jackson's Would You Mind when I needed dirty background music to write. I owe you one girl.
So you guy already know my story – good little Catholic school girl (back when Catholic school girls were actually more virtuous than public school girls) brought up in ultra-WASPy city. My parents were intensely strict about things like chores and manners – we had to do them and have them or we were done for.
They were oddly strict about other things – the rules about television in our house were baffling, to say the least. But if there is one thing they were absolutely liberal about, it was reading. Actually that’s not true. There were rules about when we were allowed to read, but we were allowed to read anything we wanted.
Just hold on to that for a second. I’m coming back to it.
Given my upbringing, there was no reason to think I’d grow up to become anything other than a nice, normal, missionary-loving, non-blow job-giving, good girl. But there was an incident that made things go a little left.
Remember what I said about being allowed to read whatever I wanted? When I was about 12 or so, there was this book. The book as I think of it now. I don’t remember the name of the book or what it was about, but that book included some of the most epic sex scenes known to man. And it’s not as though I’d never read dirty books before – by this age I’d already run through Wifey, Fear of Flying, and The Happy Hooker. But this book was on another level. And even though I didn’t really understand what I was reading a lot of the time, I knew that this book moved me. In a special way.
One day over the Christmas holidays I was lying on my cousin’s bed reading this book, turned on as fuck but not really understanding it. My cousin Shelly – the same cousin who hid my eyes during the shower scene in Sixteen Candles so that I had no idea til I watched it again in my twenties that there were titties in that movie – came in the room. She asked what I was reading and when I showed her the cover she snatched it out of my hand faster than I don’t know what. She started reading where I had left off – a scene that involved a dog and a pussy and that’s all I’m gonna say about that.
To this day I’ve never seen anyone’s eye bug out of their head so bad.
She asked me where I got the book, I told her from my mum. She knows my mum well enough to know that my mum never pre-screened the stuff we read and definitely didn’t realize what the fuck was in that book. And then she confiscated it and warned me not to let her catch me reading anything like that ever again.
Anyway. Time went by and I kind of forgot about the book but I never forgot the feeling. I just didn’t know what it was called (extreme horniness) or what caused it (epic smut). And because I was an extremely ugly duckling in my teen years, I didn’t exactly get a lot of opportunities to recreate the feelings that book inspired in me. Which is not to say that I never got turned on because I definitely did – but nothing close to the level that book took me to.
One day years later I was making out with my boyfriend and he was…well let’s just say he got a little rougher than he intended to. As soon as he realized what he had done he started apologizing. But I wasn’t mad – I liked it. So much so that the next time we were getting it on I asked him to do it to me again. But his half-puzzled, half-judgmental “you like that?” response kind of killed it for me so I let it go, kind of embarrassed that I liked something that he obviously thought was wrong.
Time passed and sex was had. Some good, some bad, but that feeling continued to elude me. Until the first time I had sex with my second boyfriend.
For a reason that has long since escaped me, this dude made me wait a long time before we had sex. And he was (to my 24-year-old mind) so amazing that when the day finally came I was salivating for it. I cleaned the house from top to bottom, groomed myself within an inch of my life, and banished all my roommates for the night. He came in and we sat opposite each other in the living room.
We talked for a while and then he got quiet. He looked at me and then told me to stand up. “Take off your clothes” he said. So I did. He told me to turn around, slow. Bend over. Open your legs. Touch yourself. He asked me if I was wet. If I wanted to get fucked. Everything from my legs to my voice was shaking as I answered “Yes” and “Yes. Please”.
The coffee table in my living room was basically a mirrored block. He told me to sit on the table. Open my legs. Wider. To look down at myself. Look at my pussy. Touch it. Is it wet? Do you want to get fucked? “Yes” and “Yes. Please”.
When I couldn’t stand it anymore he took me upstairs. He made me beg for it, but eventually he fucked me every way I had never been fucked before. Pinned my arms down. Pulled my hair. Said things to me that I had never heard spoken aloud. Made me say things that still make me blush to this day. He skirted the border between rough and violent and I loved every minute of it because finally finally the feeling from the book was back.
In the end he did everything to me that I had read about in that book (except for the thing with the dog and the pussy). And as he was just about to drift into post-robbing of my innocence-bliss he said to me “I knew you would turn out to be a freak”.
And that’s my story of how a good Catholic girl from London Ontario became the freak you know and love today. But what about you guys? I’m not even going to ask if you’re a freak because everyone knows I have the freakiest commenters in the blogosphere. So tell me how you arrived at your freakiness? And make sure you overshare because that’s what the fuck we do on Fridays.
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London huh. I grew up in Hamilton and grew up under some of the same nonsensical type of rules. My parents idea of the bird and the bees was my mom telling me at 17 not to “drink from the pipe”…. I kid you not.
Needless to say, I moved out at 17 and got turned out. Not that it was a good sex kinda turned out, but more of a ” I can make his pee pee do that? I likes that!” kinda turned out. I became a freak more out of curiosity than for pleasure. I was a freak for his (and thats for all the men ive slept with) pleasure only and to get attention.
It was only in the past year that I decided literally to love myself. I started
masturbating and making myself feel good for my own pleasure. I’m so mad that I waited so long….lol
I’ve never been to Canada but I’m seriously considering a trip if all the women there are THIS repressed. I’m a southern PK of a PK so I had a strict upbringing. I had in interest in women and sex early (I’m talking drawing wood in elemetary). All my cousins were older and male so they always made sure my tag a long as was occupied. Older females unleashed the beast. Hell, to this day I rarely deal with any women my age. They’re typically anywhere from 5-20 years older than me. AND I LOVE IT!!
don’t know where to start, but I will just listen & learn
WHAT AND WHERE IS THIS BOOK?!
Girl you do not know how hard I have tried to remember ANY detail about this book. All I know was that the cover was pink and there was a blonde woman on it. THAT’S IT.
my new mission in life. is. to. find. this. book.
mark my words max.
*would win oscar for best gift to max that doesnt involved penile penetration everer!!!
Reading was my enlightenment. Beeline novels when I was 12, and that summer I never left the house. My cousins’ aunt was 17, and to my 12 year old mind a hottie. My first tongues kisses; I dipped my finger in her, and cringed and she sucked teh juices off….balked when she asked me to do it, and feel warm and fuzzy when I finally.
At 15, she was 22 and I never knew a penis BELONGED in a mouth till her. *sigh
And finally at 17, my uncle had a book (kept under lock and key) called “How to be the perfect lover”. There was one chapter that instructed to suck on half an orange (and not let a drop fall) as a means to learning how to eat the perfect pussy.
And I searched, and keep searching……….
Oh how I’m waiting to be turned out like this…
MAX! ALLLLATHIS!
“We talked for a while and then he got quiet. He looked at me and then told me to stand up. “Take off your clothes” he said. So I did. He told me to turn around, slow. Bend over. Open your legs. Touch yourself. He asked me if I was wet. If I wanted to get fucked. Everything from my legs to my voice was shaking as I answered “Yes” and “Yes. Please”.”
*faint*
LMAO! I’m familiar with the “you actually like this?!?” face…sometimes it’s flattering, sometimes I think he’s a square, and sometimes I feel judged-not changing what I like though…my hubby needs to be adventurous. I really think that what we like is sorta innate…freaks have always been freaks, just no one pushed that freak button yet…
“Pinned my arms down. Pulled my hair. Said things to me that I had never heard spoken aloud. Made me say things that still make me blush to this day. He skirted the border between rough and violent…”
YES! YES!! YES!!! I’m so jealous right now…
I discovered porn at a very young age, that started the ball rolling…plus high sex drives just run in my family. But even though I’ve always been quite sexually inclined and open minded…I wouldn’t give me “freaky” until Him. He for real turnt. me. out. He pushed the freak button. And it’s stuck…in the on position…grrrrr. I NEED A MAN!
1. I love/hate you Max for always beginning my weekends with wayyyy too much to fantasize about.
2. This girl’s booty should be the “poster booty” for all women. That is all.
3. I can’t tell you *exactly* how my freakdom blossomed, because then I’d have to kill you. However, I will tell you the seed was planted with several issues of Playboy and Penthouse and an early lesson in masturb@tion at the age of 8.
Electric.
Toothbrush.
That is all.
Let’s see…I was working at McDonalds…I had to be 15 or 16 years old. There was a manager, named…ummm…let’s call him…Rashaad. Rashaad was a few years older than me. Perhaps early 20′s…19 the youngest. I didn’t give him too much play b/c even then…older dudes creeped me out.
Eventually we exchanged beeper #’s (LMAO) and would talk on the phone from time to time. I don’t know how we started talking about masturbation, but we did. I was kinda grossed out by the thought. Rashaad ended up walking me through the process…over the phone.
I can’t even remember what this guy could’ve said to get me to do that because I can be pretty stubborn when I want to.
Lala that is a hot story. I like that.
Thank ya kindly!
Another turning point was when my ex smacked my tush. Giiiiirl! He would smack it, then rub it to take off the sting.
Never would I ever have thought that I’d like that…
i can tell you exactly how my freakiness cam about, with whom and where i was exactly. like you i grew up with strict parents that kept a watchful eye on me. they kept me busy with school, sports and an after school/weekend job. needless to say girls weren’t very high on my list of priorities. not to say that i didn’t have urges that any normal 16-17 year old boy would have but i guess it was one of those situations where if you aren’t around sex like that you don’t really think about it.
so i graduated high school a virgin and remained that way my first two years of college. thinking back i still don’t know how i got through my first two years without having sex. i mean i was constantly hanging around women and it wasn’t like i didn’t have the opportunity.
either way enter my first girlfriend. she was definitely my friend first and i wanted her but she didn’t want me. but you know how that goes. either way she was a little older than me and definitely more experienced. i would say that 90% of what i know sexually performance-wise i got from her. things that i don’t think twice about as being taboo i don’t because i’ve always done them. she taught me well. those were good times.
Dude. You know better than to summarize some shit like that wiht “she taught me well” on a Friday.
What did she teach you? Get to oversharing!
well most people would consider tossing salads taboo. not i. she taught me that. running red lights? *shrug* i attempted anal but that was a failure. put it this way. anything that doesn’t involved urine or feces is ok in my book.
She sure did teach you well, damn.
Lol
Whenever a man says anything about not being able to do anal, I imagine he’s packing something serious… allow me to marinate on this for minute, Tunde.
THIS.
lol you won’t hear either way come out my mouth. i’ve never been one to brag. i’m as modest as they come.
Your work speaks for itself, huh? I am NOT mad at you, sir!!
i plead the fif.
i guess i’m going to come off as weird because i don’t even believe in freaky. i believe whatever two (or more) consenting adults decide to try, like and repeat is just regular no matter how far fetched it goes. so everything including but no limited to: 3somes, voyeur, orgies, swinging, bdsm, orgasm control, toys, whips, bi-sexuality, home made movies, phone sex, oral, anal etc is just the regular sex those people tend to enjoy
How I went from a small town, baptist good girl to.. this. It all started with the unmarked recordedfromtelevision porn video I found in my brothers room when I was like 10. When I first looked at it as a 10 year old, I had no idea what I was seeing. But, I decided to keep the VHS, hide it in my bedroom. Fast forward 5 years, I’m cleaning my room, and I find this tape. And it all came back to me. I pop it in, and the fantasies began. My 15 year old body felt all kinds of good, and I wanted all of that. The more I saw, the more I wanted to see, the more I wanted to feel, the more I wanted to experience. Didn’t experience until I was 20, but it was worth the wait. That dude did some fantastical ish to my body, and he couldn’t believe I was a virgin. I told him I’m just a natural at it. lol. Been a freaky ever since.
The first time my first stuck a finger… there, while he was hitting it from the back, I knew I was a sinner. lol. Gosh, porn gave me the fantasy, and my first (and second) gave me the real deal. Spanking, hair pulling, anal… *sigh* There was no turning back…
Let me go sit down somewhere…
Yes! The first time that happened to me I was like “did you just…?!?”
and then
“um…can you do that again??”
“Yes! The first time that happened to me I was like “did you just…?!?”
and then
“um…can you do that again??””
Stock response! lol Like the first time i put on glasses, I thought I saw fine before, but once I saw through those lenses….*starts singin* a whole neeeeew world….
That damn senior when I was a small, innocent, gullible freshman. He was an RA and had a single and I used to go over late at night and he introduced me to the wonders of oral pleasure. Later that summer, I learned about the famous black and gold package. And spanking. And hair pulling. And doggy style. And 69.
Lemme go find his number and isht. .
damn you again, max. What was the name of that book??!!
i remember my freshman year my Resident Director was a woman in a boy’s dorm. She basically had her own apartment within the dorm. Many late nights in her room playing phase 10. I used to wish something would have popped off. I guess I was too shy back then.
Anyone else noticing how all the self proclaimed “freaks” came from strict, somewhat repressive households?
*note to self: let children explore sexuality…*
Nah I think I’m gonna repress the shit out of my kids so they’ll grow up to be EPIC freaks.
Because freaks….give life.
Well it doesn’t always work, my Mom’s been talking to me about sex since birth, so…..yeah, some times….a freak is a freak is a freak regardless…
something tells me that our kids have like NO shot at not being freaky!That’s exactly what I noticed Starita…
Finally I got read through these, and yes Max & Sharita…
I blew a load (or two) (by myself)……No oversharing for me this weekend… appreciate it…
so first time commenting… yet i’ve read every single post on here.. lol. but in any case… i discovered porn by accident in elementary school.. (cable t.v the evil flaw in mankind) got caught and was banned from tv at night. later a church friend… yes church gave me a book.. my love for reading began a revolution. 1st experience. with my best friend… a girl… good memories.. lol then my first real boyfriend turn me out completely… took the freak outta the closet… hair pulling..biting.. slamming against walls.. and from since then my chiropractors number is on speed dial… just in case someone’s back gets thrown out… again…
hmm…
funny how it starts with books. (jackie collins >>>>>danielle steele).
me + JC + body pillow @ 8 yrs old = WIN!
but as much as i knew, i too didnt have the pleasure of acting out (being a black chick in a white HS im sure played a role).
it would have to say, my star was born when i decided to give in to this dude that had an epic reputation about town. he was forbidden fruit (allegedly had 9 kids). i didnt care – he wanted me and i wanted him right back. and he had me. in many ways, bringing me to my 1st REAL orgasm (not the ones you THINK are orgasms when you don’t know your body with another person). when we had a part deux i hopped in a cab in lingerie and a long sweater.. i knew my star was born..
sigh… i love you max in the most ghey/non-ghey way possible.
Yall so naaaasty!! Oddly enough when I get a mental picture of all this I get a half chub……
I’m still with the guy that turned me all the way out… *blush*
I’m 21 so I got an excuse. Oh and first time commenting.
So I’d had sex as a teenager (17) but because of my strict religious upbringing I was already scared enough to engage in the act, let alone try something freaky. Then I went off to college and met this guy who did everything I’d ever dreamed about having done and things I didn’t know where possible or that I would like:
lol I’m thinking about the most recent encounter and how he hit it while I was doing a handstand. Wonderful. Will definitely be doing it again:-)
But yeah, oral and 69′s, various positions and places (like the roof of my apartment building), choking, pulling hair, saying the MOST outrageous things I’ve ever heard. It didn’t hurt that he was a good 8 or so inches. *sigh* I could go on but I might have to step away for a moment….
Well I had just moved to Brooklyn, NY from South America. Growing up in a strict Caribbean family I wasn’t exposed to sex or atleast my parents thought so. My first sexual experience was with my best friend and other girls I went to school with. I would watch porn when my parents were out with each other and would play with myself. Before I left SA my then boyfriend wanted to be my first but I was so scared of my parents finding out and killing me.
One day I went to gym class and say my friends reading a book and talking about the details, after hearing the reviews I knew right then and there I had to read this book. It was Sex Chronicle I by ZANE after reading my first story I could say for sure a FREAK WAS BORN. I went on to read Addictive (best book ever Zoe is a FREAK) and Eric Jerome Dickey and have never looked back since. I must say I went from thinking I would never ever, ever , ever give a blow-job to enjoying blow-jobs more than sex (sometimes)……..Thank you so much ZANE
zane is the truth and that is all
oh, I’m uber late to the party.
I’m surprised no one has mentioned The Joy of Sex. Ah well. Or Donald Goines? *shrug*
I was 17 and the summer between HS and college. The dude I was seeing, let’s call him J, was older, had his own place, and knew I, though quite unexperienced, had potential. By then, I’d already become a master debater but he wanted me to do it for him. Thing is, all my orgasms up til that point were on mute – which happens if all your masturbation happens at home. Second time around, J whispered dirty, unforgivable things and demanded me to be louder–scream, yell, whatever.
Now try going back home to your mother’s house, or, weeks later, moving into the dorm, and being repressed yet again. *rage* But shoutout to dudes who like their women loud and disrespectful during sex.
And then there was that time he asked me to sit on his face. My reply, at 17? “Uh… I don’t know what that means.”
Epic smut happened right…here. 69 was a very good year, but 2002? Shiiii
Normally I refrain from commenting on — okay, reading — Nasty Friday posts, but I happened to read this one and I think I know what book she’s talking about. No, not the title (sorry), but once I found a smutty book in our house, read a few pages and was intrigued, but COULD NEVER FIND IT AGAIN. Now I know why. So if maxfab is ever lamenting that her little sister is not a freak, you know who to blame.
OMG. *jaw drop* Girl…
Okay so. It had been building up, over time, for a few years and after finally deciding to say fuck rules, it happened.
The conversations became more and more frank. I went. Tension was so palpable I was almost nervous but he took over and everything was hot and fierce and delicious from that point on.
I couldn’t stop. He told me what to wear and turned me around and devoured me.
I haven’t looked back since.
Was checkin the blogs listed on NC17 and found this, and stumbled on this one.
Dayum, you’re originally from London, Ontario. I visit that city frequently to see relatives. Not often I meet/read from someone who’s from there.
“(back when Catholic school girls were actually more virtuous than public school girls)”
A younger relative was tellin me of the Catholic school he was goin too in London… cant speak of the others but yep that one sounded like a complete mess!
This blog post was exceptionally… ahem *thinks of a proper term*… descriptive with effect (ok ok, it was hot)