Donna had felt a desire from the first time she was touched `down there`. It awakened her night after night and the longing grew and grew. For years while at University that desire went unfulfilled and she became passive when she had sex, knowing she would remain unfulfilled. She had all but given up on her deep yearning when one night she met Peter. That night she was to discover more about herself in a few hours than she could have ever dreamed possible.
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Hi, my name is Donna. I am twenty-two years old, five feet eight
tall, and
I have long, naturally blonde hair. I’ve got bright, blue eyes and
vital stats
of 36C-25-36. Now I may not be everyone’s ideal woman but I sure like
to make
the most of what I’ve got, and enjoy myself.
I used to have a particular fantasy, and I would like to tell
you how I
managed to fulfil it – because I reckon there must be loads of other
people out
there who have the same desire, only possibly they’re too shy to talk
about it.
My fantasy had brewing in my head for a while until, just after
my
eighteenth birthday, while I was still at college, I got touched
‘down there’
by this guy at school. It wasn’t a passionate touch, or anything
heavy. We were
just kissing one evening after school and he rubbed me with his
thingy. I think
it was accidental, but as we had a falling out a few days later I
never got to
know for sure. Anyway, that night as I lay in bed I remembered the
softness of
his touch. I began to dream of a particular sensation, something that
he had
started within me, something I longed for. As I dreamed, so the
sensations
started happening in my body. The touch sent electric currents
coursing through
my body, making my sex muscles contract, making me pant and gasp
softly as I
reached one orgasm after another. It was the most incredible dream I
ever had
and the next morning I vowed quietly to myself that one day I would
turn that
dream into reality.
Anyway, over the next year or so I had a number of boyfriends –
as you do
when you have a gap year and then hit University. Some lasted a few
days,
others a few months, but none of them fulfilled the expectations of
my dream.
Yeah, some of them were pretty good lovers, but I just felt something
was
missing all the time – and it began to make me worry. I spent night
after night
fantasising about that sensation. I could make it happen in my dreams
– dreams
that sometimes occurred only a few hours after making love to some
guy or
other. In fact, after such dreams I would waken to find the sheet on
my bed not
damp, but wet with my excitement. I would be flushed in the face from
the
excitement I had experienced in my slumber, and I would often wake
up
breathless. Yet, when I made love to a man I largely remained
inactive until
the moment of climax when I would feel something happen and lie back
unsatisfied while the man would reach his own peak and tell me how
fantastic it
had been. As those years at University passed, I withdrew from the
passion of
sex, sensing somehow that I would never experience my fantasy in
anything other
than my dream world.
As my foreboding intensified, so I began to lose interest. I
would go to
parties and, on occasion, meet up with some guy or other. We’d go
back to his
place and cuddle and then I’d switch off while he did his thing. I’d
make the
right noises and so forth, and make out everything was fine, but deep
inside I
went unfulfilled. That was until I was at one particular party where
I met
Peter. Peter was tall, dark and handsome and we were instantly
attracted to
each other, possibly because we seemed to be the only two people at
the party
who were unattached. Peter had recently split up from his partner and
was
looking sad. We chatted and danced and at the end of the evening I
went off
with him.
