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Hello. My name is Linda, and I’m 24 years old. I am about 5 foot 7 inches tall, and weigh somewhere around 125 pounds, depending on when you catch me. My measurements are 36C, 24, 35. I have dark black hair, and I guess you could say I’m pretty good looking, as I’ve never had any trouble attracting men. My eyes are green, and my best feature is probably my tits, although many guys also like my legs, which I keep trim and lean with a lot of bicycling and jogging. I have a master’s degree, income of over $75,000 a year, own my own home and closets full of expensive and luxurious clothes, all of which I bought myself, thank you. I work for a large company in a major metropolitan area, and am pretty outgoing and friendly.

Now, with that out of the way, I thought I’d let you know why I decided to put down some of my sexual experiences on paper. I’ve been sexually active since I was 15, from the first tentative petting and groping around with guys in high school, through various torrid affairs in college, and up to several fairly good and satisfying relationships since I graduated. I am not seeing any one particular man right now, but that’s more or less the way I want it.

You might say that I have a particular fetish. I love semen. Sperm. Jizz. Cum. Jizzum. Whatever you care to call it, I love it. I love the feeling of cum on my body, almost anywhere I can feel it. I love the warm, wet, sticky feeling it leaves me with. I love the smell, the starchy, kind of acrid odor it has (although that varies from guy to guy). I love the feeling of it. I just love the thought of semen, and the fact that it’s my attractiveness that makes a guy come. I love watching guys jerk off for me, and the more the merrier! Most of my early sexual experiences were jerking a guy off, or better yet, watching him do it himself, and the sight of that cock pulsing and then the little eye opening up and the semen spurting out just turns me on no end. And I think I’m different from most women in that regard. Most of my girlfriends seem to get all goofy at the thought of a guy’s cum. They think it’s messy or icky or something, and usually, in some manner, remove it from their bodies as soon as they can, either by rushing to the bathroom and holding their pussy lips open and dripping it all into the toilet, or wiping it off with a sheet or towel or something. NOT ME! I love the feeling of cum.

I can feel it when a guy comes in my pussy. I feel every shot, if it’s strong enough. But I must admit, I’d rather see it than feel it. So I don’t complain if the guy wants to pull out and come on my pubes or belly or wherever. When he does, I love to rub it around with my finger and feel it spreading over my skin. I shave my pussy lips and most of the hair around there, and just leave a little patch up top of my mound. I guess over the years I’ve rubbed gallons of semen into my skin, and I hope to be doing it for many years to come (no pun intended!).

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Debi and I had been married less then a year. As with many young couples there was never enough money to last the week. Debi decided to look for a job. Looking through the employment section of the paper was rather depressing. Nothing much to be had. The exception was the need for young good looking women to work in massage parlors. Debi laughed and said maybe she should try it. I was surprised to feel my dick jump with excitement at the thought. She was surprised by my reaction and after some discussion she agreed to apply at one not far from our house the next morning. We fucked and sucked the night away anticipating the next day. Debi got up early and picked out a sexy outfit of hot pants and a halter top. She looked great. Debi was 5′ 7″ (118 lb.), 36/23/35, with long blond hair. I wished her luck and kissed her good-bye a little after 10 that morning. The phone rang at 10:35.

Debi’s had talked with the owner and would be working on a trial basis pending a complete interview with the manager later that afternoon. Until that interview she would work with another girl learning how things worked. The girl who was giving Debi the rundown on how things worked was named Tina. Tina told Debi that no special skills were required and explain how she should massage a customer. Getting it perfect was not important as most customers were really not there for a massage. Tina then explained that most men wanted what she referred to as extras. Sexual favors for a tip. What extras Debi did and what she charged for them was up to her with a few exceptions. She was told not to fuck any walk-in customers. Hand jobs and blow jobs were what must guys wanted and they were allowed. Tina told Debi she would learn more during her interview with Tom, the manager. Tina also took Debi on a tour of the place. After entering the front door there was a counter and a few chairs. Behind the counter was a lobby area with a couch and some lounge chairs. This is were the girls sat while waiting for a customer. To the back side of this room was a hallway which was separated by another door halfway towards the back. The first hallway had two doors on either side.

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“I hereby give myself over to chronic masturbation”, I announced to myself. My words were chopped up in the ceiling fan and then fell dead in the silent flat. Traveling alone to Cairns, Australia was exciting in one way. I mean there is the barrier reef and islands and topless beaches. But in other ways, such as at nine at night and being in a place where there were strict blue laws, well it was not so exciting. But laying in bed and lubing my prick with baby oil was giving me very little satisfaction. I felt restless. I had to move.

That is why I ended up cruising the bars. One was sort of fun. I danced with some women but nothing seemed to spark and the music and noise became too much to bear. Finally I stumbled on the sidewalk of a storefront (oh yeah, I guess I drank a few blue tinnies also) in which the window was blackened out. It was about a block from the docks where the reef boats departed and it looked deserted. There was an “ADULTS ONLY” sign on the painted black glass. I decided to give it a shot.

The inside was much cleaner and brighter than the outside would have suggested. The walls were covered with racks which contained soft porn magazines. Directly in front of me was a glass case which contained various dildos and fake vaginas (one that even pulsated!). To the right was a curtained entrance way which had a handwritten sign over top: FIVE DOLLARS – ALL DAY.

What really caught my eye was who was behind the counter. I couldn’t believe that a woman who looked like that could work in such a place. She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties, slender, with short blonde hair. Contained in a loose string tie top were two perky, firm looking breasts. She was busy SEWING! of all things and every time she pulled the thread there was a solid but definite tremor under her top. Her nipples stood out as they rubbed against the fabric like the tips of two pinkie fingers.

“What does five dollars all day mean”, I interrupted her conversation and pointed to the sign.

She looked up, her eyes were blue, and she smiled.

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The turbulent storm was raging outside, just as it had been almost all day. The humidity and the pounding of the rain were making me sleepy and tired. Just plain old groggy. I decided to retire to my bedroom for a nap until the showers had ended. I was too weary to continue working on the business project that was before me. I had, for sometime, been in a self evaluation period, and I no longer felt like I knew who I was. Somewhere something had gotten lost.

I retreated to my bedroom as the thunder roared. It was illuminated only by the misty haze that hung in the spring air. I slipped out of my sweats and went across the room to toss them into the hamper. I began to re-trace my steps, as I caught my image in my mirror. I stopped, looking curiously for a moment. The hazy light made my fair skin seem luxurious. My blonde hair, pulled up, had taken on an ash tone, and my oval face was highlighted by my full blush lips and deep grey eyes.

I raised my hand to my face and traced the soft lines of my cheekbones, my eyes closed as I began caressing my flesh. I looked down at my breasts, through the mirror, full and round, they stood suspended by the bra that held them. I moved my hands to release them from the contraption that embodied them. My nipples became erect and took on a sudden glow.

I began to feel my sexuality as the sweet fragrance of my own flesh rose and hung in the heavy air. As I closed my eyes, I saw my delicate body and envisioned it wrapped lightly in silk. I placed the palms of my hands on my nipples, and began circular motions as I felt the imaginary fabric caressing them to their full alertness. I gazed again into the mirror, as I guided a hand to my panties, I felt the texture of the satin ribbon daintily tied in bows against my hips.

I tugged gently at the ribbon until the bow came untied, the corner of the panty fell down exposing the skin just to the side of my vagina. My stare into the mirror had become fixed as I stroked the skin with my littlest finger. I watched myself convince my other hand to render the other bow unsecured, allowing the light panties to drop to the floor beneath me.

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I was very excited at the prospect of getting together with my new boss Jane again and I arrived at her house on Sunday at 10:00am as agreed the previous day. The images of the previous day with Jane and Sue ran thru my mind and I wondered what sexual escapades Jane had planned for today. I knew Jane really liked our fucking the previous day and I wanted to get her up doggy style and fuck her hot pussy and tight asshole again. I parked my car and went up to the door my cock already beginning to stiffen in anticipation of fucking and sucking Jane. I knocked on the door and heard voices inside then the door opened and Jane greeted me and welcomed me in. Jane was wearing a sexy robe which showed off her ample breasts very nicely. Once I was in Jane pulled me to her kissing me and placing her hand directly on my now stiff prick. I pulled her close to me and ran my hands down her back cupping her tight ass and pressing her large firm tits into my chest. Jane was hot to get it on and I knew I would be enjoying the day with her. Jane led me to her kitchen offering me a cup of coffee, coffee was not what I had in mind but figured I was the guest so I would play along.

Jane poured us some coffee and I pulled her to me and ran my hand up under her robe. Jane’s skin was warm and soft and slipped my hand up between her legs until my fingers reached her pussy. Jane was already wet with desire and I spread her slippery pussy lips and worked my finger up her hot slit feeling the heat of her [tag]pussy[/tag] envelop my fingers. Jane moaned and I pulled her robe open exposing her pussy while Jane put her hand behind my head and pressed my mouth to her belly. I licked my way down the taught belly until I reached her recently shaved pussy lips and began to lick and suck her stiff protruding [tag]clit[/tag]. Jane’s breath was coming in short hard gasps and I knew her climax was close, I lashed her big stiff clit and pressed two fingers up her slippery slit. Jane began to climax as I thrust my fingers deep into her sopping pussy and sucked her stiff button making her thrust her pussy against my face wetting my face with her sweet juices. I moved Jane back and sat her on a chair as I continued to lick her cunt making her twitch and moan with post climax pleasure as I pulled open her robe exposing her hot body. I licked my way up her belly and sucked on her stiff [tag]nipples[/tag] and firm tits as she battled to regain her breath.

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