My Sex Journal
Copyright© 2023 by Anna Capricorn
Chapter 3
True Sex Story: Chapter 3 - In November 2019, shortly before my twentieth birthday, I started a journal... a masturbation journal... a sex journal. For the last four years, I've captured everything that contributed to my sexual development: my fantasies, my friends, my sister, the Covid lockdowns, my wedding, and all of my sexual experiences and fetishes. This is my journal.
Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa ft/ft ft Rape Romantic BiSexual True Story Vignettes Sister Rough First Masturbation Petting Small Breasts
Then ... Why Not Now?
20 November 2019
When I was young, around fourteen years old, I realised the power my body had to attract. Boys – and men – would try to look up my skirt. Far from hating this, sometimes I encouraged it. Oh, I was far too innocent to let anything happen then, but I do remember how wet I got. I knew guys were looking and I would play with myself afterwards, imagining what they would do if given the chance. So, if then, why not now...?
Well, now is different. I’m not a shy little fourteen-year-old any more, and take a look at the news: girls get raped if they take too many risks these days. Even so ... the thrill is in the forbidden, right?
This morning I was on the train, feeling horny, and although I hadn’t deliberately dressed for what I did, I was wearing a skirt and my legs were bare. If I’d thought about it before I left home, I might well have worn some more interesting panties than the Plain Janes I was wearing. I had just normal white cotton panties, the sort I wore most of my life at school.
So there I sat feeling horny, but because I couldn’t do anything about it, I was grumpy as fuck too. (And maybe a bit premenstrual. Like many girls, for some reason I’m really randy when I’m on, but in this case, I still had a week to go.)
I saw a guy glancing at me now and then. Every girl knows what this is like. As soon as we get boobs, guys check us out; it just goes with being female. He was sitting diagonally opposite me and neither of us had anyone else anywhere near us. It happened almost without me meaning it to. I just shifted in my seat and let my knees part. I knew damn well he could see right up to my crotch. I pretended to fish around in my bag. Girls’ bags are like caves, and we keep an amazing amount of stuff in there. Anything from tampons to loose change. I rummaged around for some time, while he got a good eyeful.
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