Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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So like Betty and Carlin mention in the above video, I'm a kinky perv. I definitely agree that you have to look at internet porn to figure out what you want. There's just no other way to figure it out!

And of course everyone should probably get an FG to help them on their way. I don't know what kind of sad vanilla closet-case I would be without all that access to all that porn.
My sex style is definitely still developing. I remember when I was a kid I would hump the couch, pretending to be married to a man who only wanted to rub parts with me without penetration. It's funny how even way back then I had a pre-awareness of my gayness yet it took me so long to finally admit it.

Then of course came the brief but glorious period in my childhood where I had a friend to do sexual play with. We would come up with all sorts of role-play scenarios that included grinding our vulvas on each other's pubic bones. She was the first person I ever watched porn with and it was completely awesome. We were having a sleepover in her basement, her parents were out of town, and we could stay up as late as we wanted. Of course at 1 am we turned on a made-for-cable softcore porno and instantly I was captured. While she was giggling and blushing I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen. Two beautiful, naked adult women doing what we were doing! Grinding, rubbing, kissing, enjoying each other's bodies. I couldn't believe it. When I got up to go pee I was surprised at how pleasant it felt. I was aroused! That was the day I first realized what awesomeness lay ahead of me in my teenage and adult years. I could feel my little clit growing up.

Now my teenage years were a little more confusing than I had anticipated. Instead of just letting myself admit that masturbating while pretending to fuck my Barbie did in fact mean I was gay, I tried to tell myself I was straight. I had crushes on some of the boys in school. Sure, maybe not real, sexual crushes, but I deeply admired them. Same thing right? And I fell in love with a man I had never met over the internet.

I spent most of my time masturbating with a little purple Waterpik flosser under my blankets, and describing the experiences to my best friend J. I wasn't really having specific sexual fantasies at the time, just focusing on the buzzing in my clit until I orgasmed.
During my first years away from college, I didn't masturbate all that much. I was dating boys I wasn't interested in, feeling guilty about leading them on. I really had no idea what I was doing. I started thinking maybe I was asexual, some kind of ice queen who would be frigid forever. Yet after I sent them home and pulled out a vibrator I remembered I was definitely a sexual person. So why didn't I want to take my clothes off with them?

Eventually once I was single again I discovered the joy of masturbating in a mirror. I had a dildo with a suction cup that I would stick to my full-length mirror (which was laying on the ground), and hop on for a ride. I'm a freak for good lighting, so sometimes I'd put a lamp nearby as well. I loved looking at my pussy as the dildo went in and out, watching the colours of my lips change, and then eventually forgetting about the whole exercise and just pushing myself over the edge.

Ironically, it was after I moved home, in a tiny room sharing a wall and vent with my parents' room, that I came more fully into my kinkiness. I started doing the foot fetish videos while I was writing my novel as a fun little stress relief (and because FG wasn't getting enough foot time - and still isn't, sadly). Suddenly I had tons of new sex toys to try out and see if I liked, discovered ass play was freaking awesome, ordered a copy of the Whole Lesbian Sex Book off Amazon.

These days I'm pretty much into exploring anything that sounds fun. Lately I'm digging on enemas and latex. Anything with hot babes in tight clothes wearing sky-high heels. Sometimes me and Dan will have conversations about what our limits are. I'm kind of a dick because I'll make fun of him for even having limits, and call him boring bland vanilla guy, but he mostly just doesn't feel comfortable with hurting the person he's having sex with. Whereas me.... well, I can't say I've found my limits yet.

There are a few things I know I'm not into. Humiliation and pain come to mind, although I wouldn't mind being lightly dominated. And (surprise) I'm actually not into feet myself, though I can see the appeal. Anything else, I'm definitely open to trying. Blood play, piercing, bondage, role-playing, costumes, rough sex, really vile dirty talk, stripping, enemas, anything anal, sex parties.. you name it, I want to try it.

In fact, this summer I'm looking to find a cheap bachelor apartment where I can live alone and get as freaky as I want any time I want. Walk around naked, get drunk at watch porn at 3pm, wear my strap-on around the house, use my loud-ass Hitachi any time without worrying who can hear me. And if space isn't an issue, install a stripper-pole in the bedroom. Yeah, I'll be the freaky neighbour.