When I found out I was a lesbian

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When I found out I was a lesbianWell, I wanted to share some stories here, and the best thing is to start at the beginning. Ok, first thing, I need to give some important context of myself, cause this was long time ago; I’m in a very happy spot of my life, I’m in a closed and happy relationship and not looking for nothing but friends, so thanks in advance.You see, I was born in a really conservative district, in a reaaally conservative family. Being gay wasn’t something “bad”, it wasn’t a thing at all, not a single one was gay (or at least doors out) in my neighbourhood, so I didn’t knew that was even possible to be gay until long time latter. I went to a private school, I had very well-mannered friends, everything was really tight, and formal, and clean. Puberty hits me at a very late age, in plenty of ways. I was still really ignorant of anything sexual -aside of “it feels good and it makes babies”-, but I noticed I didn’t feel attracted to any single boy. I don’t like to flatter about myself, but even being pretty shy and closed, I was kinda popular with my most of my male classmates. Still, it was until prep. school that I accepted a boy in my life. I didn’t even noticed back then why was bursa escort him from any other, but it was because he was really feminine, had really gentle and soft factions and a very slim body… But he was a jerk in the bottom. I’m not going to get in details, but he made me feel really bad about myself in plenty of ways. We broke up in a month, but I had the scars for years. By my twenties, my life was awful. I was a shut down, spending my whole days sleeping, playing videogames and watching cartoons. Not just because that jerk, I was just… felling empty, alone, and out of place.I moved away from my parents when the relationship in my house got kinda awkward. They knew that I was failling in school, tryied to talk and such, but and I dind’t wanted to talk about it. I was totally closed in myself and it went worse and worse.I only went for food at night, and I always got horribly nervous when there was more than 3 people at the convenience. I cried to sleep most of my nights… it was awful. Years later, one day, one of my old friends of high school (we keep in contact by chat and such) asked me to go out to chill somewhere. I didn’t wanted to stay being mersin escort such a lonely shit… but it was for so long that I didn’t go out that I was shaking just for the tought. I told her that I had a bussy month, but first day of next one we would go out, promise. She loled and we argued a bit, but it ended in “tell me when you’re free then”. I marked 4 weeks on my calendar, got platinum serious and decided to fix my life once and for all. In the next week I cleaned the gross mess of my dept., searched for my old make-up and my cutest clothes… but it took me like a week to gain the courage to go out at day. Fast Forward some days. I take the sub to another district (for years closed in my own). And there it happened. You see, my school had really long skirts, and most of the district weren’t much shorter. But there, getting in the sub some stations later, there was a girl with a skirt so short that, from my seat I could see her bare butt (she was wearing a thong, I think), and socks so short that her whole legs where on display. Her skin was silk white and her bums totally round (sorry if I sound like a thirsty creep, I just loved the sight at the sakarya escort moment). I started to feel really weird sensations, my body felt really hot and I’m sure I blushed like hell, even more when she bended over to fix her socks.[Now, I know that this can sound so cringy… and it is otz. But it was my first sight of a girl in that way. I never tought it was possible for a girl to be attracted to another girl. But right there, everything wrong in my teenage made sense]It was, has long has I remember, my first experience of exitement. I must have stared to her legs and micro-skirt like a creep, moving my own legs to chill that awkward feeling in my inners. I still feel embarrassed for that, and just hope no one noticed me (I think they didn’t, cause when I was back on my senses I looked around like paranoid). I figured out 3 things that day: I’m a lesbian, micro-skirts are awesome, and… what is masturbation >.> (by accident, sigh). I could get the gasp of my highest kink too, but no, it took some time to understand that.I’m thankful to anyone who read to this point! I wanted to tell some kinky stories about butt-cracks, but first I wanted so see how good my english is, how well is received my narrative and, well, the comunity of this site, so here’s me discovering myself. Next time I’ll tell you a bit (a bit!) more spicy story, how my friends found I’m gay. I’m not a hell of a pervert so don’t spect something really dare, just funny and a bit sexy. Thanks again, and bye!

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