Some of my friends have asked me why I'm like I am.

While a very few people know my true nature which is: I like being fucked, I like being fucked hard.

While that might not seem to different, I also enjoy being humiliatied and abused.

While I was growing up, I never knew my father, it was just my mother and myself.  I was alwas a 'fat' kid, at school I was often picked upon by the 'mean' girls, and the popular boys. My mother was never much help, and at many times was just as nasty towards me as the kids at school.  As such I was always quiet, demur, and as such acepted what they all did,  I was a natural submissive from an early age.

By high school,  it seemed that most girls had boyfriends, and that most of them hed become 'women' as in had sex.  I was the last when some boy started to take an intreset in me.I can;t remember his name now, but he was the frist that wanted to get inside my knickers.  It is only in retropesct that I know he was not gentle when he fingered me, shoving his fingers into my cunt.  At the time I thought it was love, and I loved it, that feeling of his fingers inside of me. 

Having him inside of me felt so wonderful, I enjoyed it so much I never wanted him to stop.  I used to look up into his face as he shoved his fingers deep into me.  I thought it was love in his eyes, on his face, but it was loathing, disdane.  He got me to orgasm time after time, he got me to beg him to do it again.  And I did, I beged him, pleaded with him to keep doing what he did.  As I did that, his nature seemed to change, his love for me changed.  He started to ask me if I was fat, how could I deny it, I was fat.He kept fingering me and asked me if I was ugly and fat.  I was so despreate, I want to orgasm again so much, I never wanted him to stop touching me.So again I said 'yes'.

He laughed softly, asking me to repeat that as he kept his fingers inside of me.  He kept asking me to repeat it until I had another orgasm.  Them he'd start again. two, then three, then four times a day,every day, week after week he kept making me say it to orgasm.

I enjoyed it, I wanted it, I craved what he did, it felt so good, and cost me so little to feel that good.

TBC