My heart is pumping fast and my brain is racing as well. Nothing is wrong with me; I was just born with it. Born to charm people, born to get on other people’s nerves; born to be natural and feel comfortable in it. One year before I turned 18, I felt freedom in a sense that wearing no clothes nor undergarments was cliché. That riding my bicycle in the middle of the night, in a residential neighborhood was risky and that the police were minutes away to escort me to jail. Thankfully that didn’t happen. My mom working graveyard while my father and sister lived 3,000 miles in D.C. From then on, I felt an adrenaline rush.
Losing my virginity at the age of 21, first threesome with Sabrina and the manipulator that same year, long distance relationship for ten months (but only fucked three times). Going down a rabbit hole for the first time when a catfish, who was supposed to be a female, ended up giving me a blowjob. For your information, he enjoyed it. Forcing me to suck him off, I left. Hell no I’m not going to suck his dick. Hanging out with a friend all day lead to sex. Olive rode my dick so well. Sucking your nipples (34DD); definitely felt a rush of bliss from that. It’s fucked up you spend the night for three weeks and only fucked once. The sympathy was there briefly but selfishly, I wanted more. Anytime I’m naked in public or naked in front of other people.
My adrenaline rush has always been sexual: fucking in the backseats of cars (before work, after work, daytime, nighttime, in front of my parents’ house, up a hill next to a Catholic Church). My body count is high but not high enough. Sweating is what I do now. I built up a good cardio regiment that last 30 to 45 minutes; honestly I’m not trying to impress anyone. So, just know where my adrenaline rush comes from, inside my sweet and dark soul.
Losing my virginity at the age of 21, first threesome with Sabrina and the manipulator that same year, long distance relationship for ten months (but only fucked three times). Going down a rabbit hole for the first time when a catfish, who was supposed to be a female, ended up giving me a blowjob. For your information, he enjoyed it. Forcing me to suck him off, I left. Hell no I’m not going to suck his dick. Hanging out with a friend all day lead to sex. Olive rode my dick so well. Sucking your nipples (34DD); definitely felt a rush of bliss from that. It’s fucked up you spend the night for three weeks and only fucked once. The sympathy was there briefly but selfishly, I wanted more. Anytime I’m naked in public or naked in front of other people.
My adrenaline rush has always been sexual: fucking in the backseats of cars (before work, after work, daytime, nighttime, in front of my parents’ house, up a hill next to a Catholic Church). My body count is high but not high enough. Sweating is what I do now. I built up a good cardio regiment that last 30 to 45 minutes; honestly I’m not trying to impress anyone. So, just know where my adrenaline rush comes from, inside my sweet and dark soul.
