In college, I struggled with my sexual side.  I was definitely a closet case – a full-fledged virgin who hadn’t done anything sexual beside masturbate frequently, or the occasional make-out session.  I hadn’t even had anyone go south of my neck, let alone in my pants!!  It was very difficult for me to accept the sex freak in me because of my very strict and religious Christian upbringing – you know the kind, the ones who went to church every week, was told premarital sex was a sin and that you should wait until marriage, the kind that told you that sex was wrong, that it was only for procreation, blah blah blah.  Back then, I was still struggling with whether I was going to accept their religion or decide to live my life my own way.  I felt as if I was being pulled into two different directions, and it was hard for me to make a decision and not look back.  Although, as I look back on things now, I saw myself rebelling away from my parents’ beliefs each and every year, feeling very resentful that I always felt I was the black sheep with my friends who always celebrated Christmas, Easter, went to all the dances and games on Friday nights, and I felt I was missing out.  It was lame being the only one not really having a life, sharing a common ground with my friends, because I was held back by my parents’ strict upbringing, which was ruled by a leather belt and a long list of do’s and don’t’s, with no questions asked.

Until Eric came along.  Back then, I completely fell head over heels for him, even though my intuition told me that eventually he would hurt me very badly (which ended up being true).  The sexual connection I had with him was so strong that I couldn’t resist it.  It was hard to not touch him, kiss him, be physically connected with him in a way that it took over my whole being.  I couldn’t focus, and as first loves go, it was a great first love experience, but once it was over, I crashed and burned like an Amazonian forest.

However, I have to thank Eric in a way – without him, I wouldn’t have never experienced so many sexual experiences.  He was my first everything – almost:  first love, first sex session, first blowjob, first getting pussy eaten, first missionary, first doggy style, first…so many things that I can’t even name them all here.  It was insane, for 3 years I learned a lot of my sexual side that I didn’t know existed.  Although I must admit, even through those 3 years, the full sexual beast in me hadn’t completely awoken, because I still had problems with porn, threesomes, orgies, sex in public, etc. that came later on.  In those 3 years, it was great foundation for me to build up my sexual prowess and suck up information like a sponge, becoming more and more like a sex encyclopedia and learning from my mistakes.