First time I've tried writing a blog where I can feel free enough to confess/spin tales/free-style my deepest, darkest sexual thoughts. Going to be sharing and I hope somebody will read and appreciate, perhaps dialogue. We'll see... 

I've always been sexual; as far back as I can remember, humping against my mattress or pillow until some blissful peak was achieved and I'd drift off to sweet dreamland. From what I've been reading, this is not so unusual in both boys and girls. My penis was my friend and one of my favorite things to do after taking my bath would be to wrap myself with my large bath towel as if I were within a little teepee and sit cross-legged and talk to it...it would grow and pulse for some reason I could not fathom but it was fun.

I grew up the middle of five, with brothers and the littlest being a sister. We were decidedly middle-class and everyone was very private about being naked. Mom was very modest, though she did allow me, as a very small child, to sit on the bed and watch her and Dad getting ready for a big night out, like he'd be getting into his tuxedo for a banquet or something. I'd come inafter she had her bra, girdle and slit pn. My favorite part was watchinig her slip on the nylons and fasten the  garters. Ziiiiiip...my penis would stiffen and she's pick from a closet full of high heels and arch her foot just so and slip them on...writinig this, I can see where some of my fascinations are stemming from...hmmmm

In first grade, one of my favorite daydreams was to imagine myself a very very small person, tiny as a flea perhaps and riding on a bus, with all those luscious legs to explore, up to that mysterious place, up above the stocking tops, where the delta triangle of taboo dwells.

You see, we had Esquire and Playboy magazines in the house, along with New Yorker, Mad, National Enquirer, New York Times, Popular Mechanics, Hot Rod and numerous others as my parents were literate and liberal minded. Though, come to think of it, none of my brothers ever talked or acted out sexually nor did my parents ever give me "the talk". Got the facts of life in 6th grade from the gym teacher and nurse during the nicely awkward "sex ed" class as a budding adolescent. By then, I'd been sprouting pubes and had wet dreams. Never forget when Kathy D***kle asked if she could see my "sticky white fluid" and burst out in giggles when she and Debbie B***** were walking with me down the hall to the busses at day's end. I was kind of dumbstruck and felt myself blush and the giggled away that-away. BTW, I ended up banging Kathy years later in High School. She was kind-of like a "secret girlfriend" off and on through junior high. She had a thing for me. Our school district had pools in the schools and I'd been swimming with my male class-mates since first grade. Oh, by the way, did I mention it was District Policy that boys swim nude? Though girls were given a cotton tank-style suit when their swim classes met. This policy went back to forever, though nobody ever thought to challenge it until my little brother got Dad to press the school board for a reason in the early 70's, at which time it was abolished. When I bring this topic up on our high school alum Facebook site, it stirs up one of the longest strings of conversation ever.

 Well, let me hold off from going much further afield. Gave myself plenty to think about already, just reading over what I admitted to myself for the first time; I've always been a horny little fuck. Geeze.