I got in trouble in school because of language. I was twelve and my mother had to meet with the counselor. I called a girl a 'cunt'. I don't have a clear memory of when I didn't use foul language. I gravitate to it. 'Cunt' is the word I use for women instead of 'bitch'. I don't like 'cunts'.
In my high school days I had a girl in class and we became friends, sort of. One time I invited her over. I lived in a small house in a not so nice neighborhood, and she lived in a nice house, in a real nice neighborhood. Rich and poor sort of thing. In my room we decided to shave each other. Man, all that pussy, and my hands all over it. It was impossible not to kiss her there. To lick her. I shaved her carefully, and shaved up her butt crack. With her dark hole looking back at me, I kissed her there. Not a kiss, more like a long suck on her with a lot of tongue.
She told me I liked nasty stuff. I did, I wanted to lick her butt again. She was my friend for a while, before finding a friend that was more from her neighborhood. After high school I worked as a waitress. Not one time did I let a guy kiss me, or touch me. I was a viper if I was touched. But let a nice waitress lean back on the counter and my hands were on her chest and my lips were on hers. There are waitresses that prefer having a girl kiss them. Even real pretty ones.
I had a series of girlfriends. I got a job working for an office. The lady in charge was an old battle axe, a real cunt in my opinion. But she gave me the job because to her I was pretty, and she liked my chest. I had to put up with a lot of her grabbing me, and putting her wet mouth on me. She liked me shaving and wanted her lips on me down there. It was nasty to me, that old battle axe kissing my vagina. But, I had a job that paid and had benefits.
I met a man there too. He also liked my chest, and asked me to twirl for him. He gave me a gift of red panties. He wanted me to 'sport' them for him. He also liked shaved pussy. The difference between him and the cunt in the office, is that he used his dick on me. It was my first experience with dick, and I liked it. I liked him breathing on me, and humping my ass. I liked him coming in me. Bottom line, I liked the old man fucking me.
It was during that job that I got turned on to older men, and older women too. I found this bar that was for downtown office people, and it was easy to be picked up by an older guy or a woman if she wanted to. For me it was a fifty fifty sort of thing, I went out with either one of them. I liked the money. And the gifts of having a boyfriend or girlfriend. Panties, was not the only gift I liked.
When I turned 30 this man that was 'dating' me, took me on a weekend trip to Las Vegas. He had it all planned out. A honeymoon suite, a ring and a ceremony. I sat on the edge of the bed for an hour before I went with him to the chapel to get married. It was the end of variety. The end of kissing a girl's cheeks, or having a man crawl all over me. This man came from money, a Lutheran, and what he wanted was 'that wife' that all men want. The wife that cooks real good and sucks his dick afterwards.
