jasminah's Blog

I've been with men since I was thirteen. I suck my first cock in my early thirteenth. The first time I had sex was in a cowgirl position, but then i enjoyed it most when he lyied down over me and fuck me that way.

What's wrong with me!

My mom educated me well though. She warned me about men since my chilhood. She taught me not opening my thights too fast when you ask for and not being an easy girl. But then, I've experienced sex with your gender many times, older men most of time.

What's wrong with me!

I like sex. I like having a dude in between my legs. I get turned on when your cock is knocking on my pussy and even more when you get inside it. I like being a toy in your hand..

Say it! I m a slut! And so! You enjoy my pics, my tales...may be you dream of fucking me.

What's wrong with me!

When my friends had boyfriend, I had lovers, even those present days. I've never had been in love with my lovers, except the first one. I loved him so much that i decided to loose my virginity with him. Nowadays, lovers are lovers, and sex is fun, sex is game.

I enjoy lying in your arm though, get your attention on me, get your care for me! I like being treated like a lady.

Why can i have a normal relationship, feelings for someone...getting in love for a gentle men...have my heart bit for him?

What's wrong with me!

I've experienced sex with many kind of men, far more older than me most of the time.

I ve met once a young guy, he was smart and i get attracted by him. but he was inexperienced in bed and it went wrong when having sex with him. I didn't feel a woman, but a sex doll. He was selfish, he just wanted have his fuck time. I didn't enjoy it at all, but let him do it. I felt horribly wrong, used and ashamed. This feeling followed me for weeks. I couldn't get his scent from me, I couldn't get his smile from my head.

What a stupid girl! What's wrong with me!

Then, I moved on and since I hanged out with many guys. In the beginning, I wanted to have my revenge and get fun with men the way I wanted. I wanted to avail them, gain favors from them. I did it and harvested the goods and the wrongs of my slutty behavior! In bed, I opened my legs, let them get in, and hung on their arms I got the favors I wanted (clothes, fashion accessories, rings, earings)! What a poor girl you wanna say! I'd rather say what a SLUT!

Some dudes were gentle even though they knew I used them…I wasn't clever to treat them better though, I should have treat them better. Sorry guys!

The wrong side of this…was when I met bad guys, selfish one…not every men are gentleman…and I crossed the path of some. I agree it wasn't very smart to hang out withi this kind of guys! One of them bumped into me when I was lying down on the sea shore. I was sixtiing. I don't remember very well how it happened, but at sunset I got into his car and he drove me downtown. We had dinner together. No needs to tell you that I spent no money that night. Then, he drove me back home. Sounds good right? We met the next day, we went shopping. After lunch, he gave me some money as he had business to do. He gave me his number and picked me up later. We had dinner again together. It was pretty late when we left the restaurant. He asked me to drive me to his home; I knew it was time for pay back. I nodded yes. During the ride, I was anxious event though it wasn't the first time I did this kind of things. The guy wasn't ugly. He was kind of fat and look like a bodyguard, like in mafia movies. He had big hands and was hefty. I remember very well his spanish accent and nascent beard. He wasn't the kinf of neat and distinguished man, and the idea having him over me and his cock inside disgusted me. My heartd beated strongly inside my chest. He folded my tights while driving; I reacted like when you touch the eye of a snail. He noticed; he stopped. When we arrived, he helped me to get out of the car and made use of it in pressing his hand on my ass. We got inside; it was a nice vacation house isolated and far from other houses. He brought me a glass of strong … we drank. Then, he took gently my hand and invited me to follow him upstairs…We entered his room…I froze in front of his bed, large bed…I don't remember how long I stayed there…might be a long time because he came back from the bathroom; he had already his shirt removed. HIs belly was fat and his drooping chest was covered by a thick fur. He invited me to get in the bathroom. There, there was a towel and above lingerie (a pantie with lace and a kimono), and next to it opened porn magazines. He told me to put myself at ease and closed the door. My legs shivered. I sat down on the … I was cold and the glass of wisky couldn't help. I sat there a long time until the guy knocked on the door and asked me if everything was going well. I answered yes in a strangled way. I turned on the shower and washed my body, got dried and wear the little panties and the kimono…You might wonder what was I thinking of the porn magazine! Right? Then, nothing special: the pages were showing girls fucked from behind, face down, blowing kock or having jerks on their face. Nothing special that I had never seen or experimented before…But what disgusted me most from it was thinking what was in his swine mind at the moment and what I could expect in bed with a man reading so much porn magazine! It didn't sound good for me! Those girls in magazine were paper dolls for him; I was going to be his sex dolls… What's wrong with me!

I opened the door and went out of the bedroom. I couldn't help my legs shivering. Mr Pork was sitting at the edge of the bed. He looked like a gorilla,covered from toes to head with fur. Sorry guys! But that was too much for me at that time. Yeark!!

He asked me to turn around, I could feel his eyes undressing me. He turn on the music and asked me to step forward until I reached his height. There, he asked me to remove my panties. I did it. He smiled at me; he moved his hand on my legs, folded my thights slowly. His right hand disappeared under my kimono, inbetween my legs, He inserted his tubby fingers inside my pussy. I looked away as his thumb was working on my clitoris and his fingers working with my lips. His clumsy fingers made me sometimes unconfrotable and winced. Whenever it happened, he smiled. After a while, he removed his hand and ordered me to kneel down. He moved his hands covered with my juice on my face and rubbed my lips with his thumb. I licked it and suck it.

Mr Pork open his legs and showed me his beast. It was huge and hard already. I knew what I had to do, but the fur disgusted me a bit. I bob down, closed my eyes and started to lick its head. Soon, i was blowing it from bottom to top. Dick and balls were so huge. He folded my head, my shoulders, my tits then started to knead them. His cock was fat and thick. Rapidly it stuffed my mouth. Surprisingly, sucking this pork got me excited and my cunt juicy. I sucked him more energically til he stopped me. He asked me to rise and strip down.My kimono fell to my feet and he ordered me to lay down on the bed. He moved towards me; I was looking at the ceiling, gazing into space. He placed a pillow under my ass, spread my chicks and thrusted his thing inside my cunt, deep into me. I couldn't hold it; I screamed: he didn't penetrated me slowly and gently; his thick dick stretched my vagina roughly. Mr Pork was impatient and couldnt leash his wild animal anymore! He grabbed my thights firmly and pushed his thing inside me. Then, he moved over me and whispered “it's time to pay back honey! I promise you won't forget our sex parties!”

Lying under him was breathless; he was fat and heavy. His fat tight forced my thights to be wide opened, but Mr Pork wanted it differently. He maintained my thights closed so that I could feel his hard dick scrubbing my lips and feel his cock forcing my little vagina. He went back and forth that way until he grabbed my ass to dive deeper into me, hammering and ramming my vagina as hard he could. I whined, grizzled, whimpered, but nothing could stop him fucking me; it only didn't the contrary, getting him more excited by my wails. I don't remember if I moan. May be… When finally he creampied my pussy, my cunt soared even after he moved out. I lied on my side, curled up.

Before getting up, he whispered me: “you haven't finish to pay back. Girls like you knows that, right? You owne it, you deserve it! You want benefit from us, we gain benefits from you. Fair enough right! ” I heard the shower. I fell asleep.

The next hours were the same. He did me again and again, placing me in the same position than the paper dolls. At the end, I was exhausted, tamed and submissive. That time, I met stronger than me. He used me as much he could: he was buying me things during the day and coaxing me; I was spreading my legs at night, letting him do whatever he wanted. That was the deal. At the end, I was addicted to sex with him, even playing cowgirl with him, getting jizzed over, and having multiple orgasm by night and day.

When my vacation were ended, he made me love the way he never did before. He penetrated gently inside me, moved back and forth gently while folding my body and kissing me. When we finished, I wasn't sate and wanted more, but more roughly! Creasy, no?

What's wrong with me!

I think I still like playing with guys, but I'm not interested in getting favors. I just want to have the liberty to choose and say NO whenever I want.

Sometimes, it get wrong and I loose control of the situation. But that's fine whenever I can move over it.

The more I'm fine, the more I feel like trying the devil. I have sexual desires that are blowing out my past boundaries…I'm tempted by porn, lesbian relationship, posing in front of a photograph for art, gang bang…

Am I insane? What's wrong with me!