I can't remember when I wasn't horny.
It probably started with my brother's touch, a child's innocent pleasure. But it really started at the age of 11, when I awakened to my own fingers replacing his. As a girl of 13, my virginity was taken by a man's finger reaching into my panties on a crowded Tokyo subway. I never saw his face, only felt his hands grope my new breasts, reaching under my skirt, breaking into the wetness produced by his touch. If other girls might have felt uncomfortable or wanted to break away into the crowded train, I welcomed his fingers inside.
The girls high school I attended offered my first love, kissing her neck and suckling her breasts in her bedroom, stripping our clothes off and exploring each others bodies. By the time a man entered me for the first time, my body was long ready for sex.
Working as an office lady in Tokyo, I drowned in sex, constantly horny but acting so innocent even as I was always fucking with co-workers and married men. As a young Japanese woman abroad, I discovered a wider world of bodily pleasures, enjoying the decadence of perverse encounters with Western men. |
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