Young Slag Anna Listens
by slag anna
Copyright© 2021 by slag anna
I guess its hard to say when a woman finally thinks of herself as a slut. Some gain a reputation early at school. Others find it slowly creeping up on them. I suppose for me it was a gradual thing starting at school but not with gaining any reputation
It was more my obsession to start with of satisfing the needs of my body. Not only discrete touching under the sheets either. At 14 I wanted more. Discovering the thrill of watching myself was the start. My ritual once the house had retired for the night was to flick the bedside lamp on. Giving my bedroom enough illumination to perform naked infront of my long mirror on its stand in the corner
My performance increased over the weeks from standing and touching myself to a hand behind me proping myself up, my arse lifted of the floor and my knees obsenely wide open. My eyes fixed on the two fingers moving in and out of my wet gash as I bit on my lip. Using all my will to remain as silent as I could
The midnight act brought up another discovery. My parents. It was during this time that I started hearing the sounds from there bedroom. In the silent hours the muffled murmurings from the otherside of my poster clad wall. The faint gasp, moan. At first I would still myself. In a strange way feeling it was them that could hear me. Even distant mothers voice obvious to me as a quite groan of pleasure
I was finding myself listening out at night for any signs. A creek would have me pressing my ear to the wall. I was finding out more about my parents and myself. The sexual moans from my mother or gruff grunts from my father no matter how faint where starting to inflame me.
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