Porn Star in Training

Way back when I was 16 I spent a week at my Aunt and Uncle's to hang out with them and my two cousins.  The older cousin was going away to college very soon so I stayed there because it was the last time we could really hang out (and boy was I right, considering her career now).

One night I was out on the boardwalk with  my cousins and a friend of my older cousin.  Eventually we made a stop at The Shore Store:



and picked up my first Shore Store T-shirt:




I totally got it to give my dad the proverbial "parent heart attack", but it turned out my cousin and Aunt freaked out about it more than he did: he just thought it was funny.

Kiss me on my neck

I can live without sex.

Living without kisses is impossible.

When I kiss, I put everything into it.

I doubt I have ever even really "kissed" anyone, so much as made love with my mouth. I love every second of it, I love to be teased. I love to be aggressive, I love being demure. Every single kiss is a shock to my system and my body craves more of them. With the right person I can kiss for hours.

There are a few men out there that if I were to make out with, I would just melt into a puddle at their feet. Kiss me on my neck....damn that would always bring one hell of a shiver up my spine. The more my neck is kissed the more drunk I become off of them, until the room is spinning and my mind is in a haze.

Getting 'sex' is no problem. But finding a really good kisser? Priceless.

Savage

I have been in the presence of men who on paper (or in some cases, online) are much more savage than they are to me in person. In person they were like tigers who grew up in captivity. I would have wild dreams about them. In my dreams, they were eager to please and purred at the slightest glimpse of affections. As they grew excited, they forgot their own strength, but such strength does nothing but excite the likes of me. I would offer one my neck and they would take it gladly, anything to get closer to the vapors of my perfume.

"Sexting"

All I have to say about that is: I have given out pics in my day, but no one can ever make me feel ashamed for anything I have posted or sent anywhere, ever.


I have wasted way too much time being ashamed of my body, hating myself, being caught up in one eating disorder after another after another. I still struggle with exercise bulimia to this day.


But I am just too old to be that neurotic anymore. I don't get caught up in the "weight loss competitions" and I really, really, REALLY do my best not to make fun of anybody's weight. I do my best to be a good role model for my daughter, because the last thing I want is for her to grow up with the same neurosis that my own brain was wrapped around.


I don't have a problem posting anything you would not see in a Victoria Secret magazine (not that I'll be doing that for much longer), but I have only ever sent pictures to those I made sure knew not to show to anybody else, and I have given a special "web cam show" to four people in my life.


The thing about me is that I like to experiment. I have always liked to experiment.


The older I get, the more of an exhibitionist I have become.


The older I get, the more exciting it becomes to walk the line.


I can't help it. It is who I am now.





No one has ever been able to make me feel ashamed about who I was when it comes to my sex life, and no one ever will.

But I make it clear that my material is for adults only. I do my best to keep the kids away from what I write, because it isn't for them.

But I do not believe in the whole "abstinence only" way of teaching, by any means, because obviously, it is not working.