The first "man in uniform" I was sexually attracted to in an unhealthy way was a cop. Not Police Officer, as they are respectful, but a cop, 5'11", 260lbs of muscle, badge, gun and CUFFS (with no qualms about using them to HIS full advantage, which I didn't mind) Sadly I wasn't even past 16 and I developed a massive crush on this cop. To him I didn't exist, until one Friday night after my 20th birthday when I was at the local country bar (yes I had been underage going to the bar, but I did not look my age at all, I was 5'6", 130 lbs with tits that were entering into a size EE bra cup. I had watermelons on my chest and knew how to make a man want me). Oh and I had NO qualms about dancing, walking or casually chatting while being topless. I DO live in Ontario after all.

This cop was there, supposedly off duty (he worked plain clothed a lot so I wasn't certain), and started dancing with me. Things got hot and heavy (at least at much as possible on a dance floor) and soon we were in the corner exchanging sloppy kisses, groping each other in places that BEGGED for more and he asked me to go home with him. With the amount of liquid courage in my belly, I readily agreed. Long story short, we got back to his place with my expectations based on that "Man-In-Uniform-sweeping-me-off-my-feet-with-the-greatest-pleasure-I've-ever-felt" fantasy.

Well ... it didn't go that way. Turns out MrWorshipMeBecauseI'mACop didn't perform well under pressure. His tiny thin limp wet noodle (which wasn't saluting me like I required and given how well built he was everywhere else) was a 'big' disappointment. I had hear tales from other women in the bar that he was a stud, rocked their worlds, etc. Here I am with this alleged Adonis and I could have had more fun with a fully cooked wiener! Mr.LimpNoodle tells me it's nothing, that he'll make it work, don't worry my pretty little head about it, just lay back and enjoy.

Dude, seriously, enjoy WHAT? Back then if you didn't have a tree growing between your legs I wasn't interested. I'm talking at least 9 inches long and as thick as my wrist, not some 3/4-1 inch thin MAYBE 4 inches long noodle that isn't pointed at anything but the floor! But Mr.LimpNoodle promises I'll enjoy it, just relax. I figure What The Hell, can't hurt, worst possible case I get a quick nap in and can get back to the bar and grab a REAL stud before closing.

Turns out that Mr.LimpNoodle had a few tricks up his umm ... sleeve ... remember those cuffs I mentioned earlier, turns out he had an assortment of bondage and domination toys hidden away at home and had heard from a past lover of mine that I could get off on being tied and played with.

Picture this: The room is only dimly lit from the streetlight shining through the curtains, I am laying naked on my back, except for my black thong and he wraps his rough calloused hand around my ankle. I tensed up because I had no idea what he was going to do. He whispers to me to relax and with his left hand rubs the bottom of my foot. I slowly began to relax again. Once the tension was gone, he slowly ran his right hand up my calve, reaching higher and higher in slow circles ever so slightly brushing the tips of his finger along my thong when my legs met. Ignoring the reflex action of my hips raising to meet his fingers, he traced his way long the line on my belly, around my bellybutton until reaching the underside of my breasts. When his fingers brushed along the faint scars there, my womanhood spasmed and I gasped with a mixture of pleasure and horror. I felt like my skin was on fire and he was barely touching me!

I won't go into any more detail about it, but all of the whispers and rumours I'd heard were true. And I CRAVED more. I think This Man in Uniform ruined my sexuality. Since him I have secretly (and not so secretly) become a "wanton whore", as one 'lady' so eloquently called me.(her choice of words might have had something to do with her catching me riding her hubby like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, on THEIR bed, in THEIR house. He forgot to mention he was married)

My first common-law husband was a tee shirt and jeans, so was my first legal marriage husband so they never really did IT for me (yes the bio father's of my children didn't do IT for me). Then I datd a Jail Guard ... well this one if kind of a no brainer. He wore a blue uniform and acted the part. Oh and yes even when he wasn't in uniform he did IT for me. (that's another story). Then my current husband began part of my life and suddenly a good suit and tie was considered a uniform. Being a Court Official and all that, surrounded daily by dozens of Corrections Officers, Police, Officers, Conservation Officers, Ministry of Transport Officers ... OMG it was a girls wet dream! Uniforms, Guns, Cuffs and hard bodies all over ... Yummy.