I (18f) grew up with very controlling Catholic parents, and was fully bought into waiting until marriage. That was until I started dating my ex (21m) when I was still in high school, and eventually went to his college with him. He was amazing and his appreciation for my hesitance and the way he lusted over me was such a turn on, and my innocence fairly quickly was replaced with desire. I was comfortable and felt young and hot and free, and saw myself cross boundary after boundary as I found myself hornier than I could imagine and was really finding who I am sexually. Turns out I’m kind of a nympho, and each new thing just made me want more. First was just making out and grinding. Actually only a couple days after my 18th, I went to visit him at college and we spent the night grinding and making out, letting him feel my hips and explore my body with his hands, doing everything I could to turn him on with my motion. I could feel him get hard and loved the pressure, and after a few hours he came for me. Idk what came over me but I asked to wear those boxers he was wearing and he let me. I slept in them, feeling the mess he’d made against my pussy, rubbing it in occasionally throughout the night. I was so horny again by morning that I asked, basically begged, if I could give him head. He of course accepted and I spent the morning channeling every porn vid I’d watched, making a huge mess of spit. I was so carried away and turned on that I didn’t hear his warnings before he shot most of his load directly down my throat, and the rest a mess on my face and tits. That marked the start of a very intimate relationship that would (sadly for him) last barely a year.
We had a wonderful first couple terms together at college and living together. I quickly gave up most of my boundaries and was constantly wanting to explore sex. Until… (of course things couldn’t be this perfect) a month before summer hit I found dozens of intimate texts with an ex on his phone. He gave a list of pathetic excuses and cried, but I was firm that we were done, and when the term ended I’d move out. I squared everything away, and now that I had nothing tying me, I signed up for a summer study abroad program that would go spend a couple weeks each in a series of six countries doing ecology research with people there. I made friends with some girls also going who turned out to be deep in sex-positive culture, one even has an OF. (They’re who encouraged me to post here). As you can imagine, I was newly single for the first time since I’d grown into sexuality, had just turned 19, and was traveling the world with some very open and “encouraging” people. On literally our very first night in Aruba we went out dancing/drinking, and after grinding with a handsome local for a good while, he asked if I wanted to “go for a walk.” I knew exactly what he was asking and I didn’t hesitate. He took me out to his car and wasted absolutely no time getting me in his back seat. He laid me down, pulled my dress up, and railed me so well that it completely redefined my sexuality. He made me feel desired and sexy in ways I hadn’t, and we fucked for over an hour until he came deep inside me. It was a perfect storm that turned me from a very private, intimate lover to a confident and much more dirty nympho slut. My friends literally cheered for me when I came back, and this started a VERY wild summer. When I flew out my body count was 1. As of when I arrived back home, it was 40, a mix of locals from Aruba, Greece, Italy, France, Kenya, and Australia, and other students on the trip, each one a great story. It’s been a few months and is now almost a year since I found those messages and started my new journey. My body count is now just over 90, and I’m proud of (almost) every one. I’m more myself than ever and have never been happier. My ex still texts me sometimes, begging to talk, and I just wonder if/when he’ll hear about who I’ve become. I love myself and love sharing the gift of sex with anyone deserving 💕