I loved it and needed it so much that I was constantly looking for a good hard dick to satisfy my horniness.I met this guy through my job at the local... restaurant that I worked at during that time. When we first met, I instantly wanted to fuck him. Through his visits, I found out that he wanted to shove his “hot rod of a dick” in my mouth and have me give it a tongue twirl. Up until that point I had never actually swallowed a load of cum. All I had ever done was just stroke the dick with my hand. "And ... what about ... you?"I held her trembling body. "I do care for you." But?" But ... there's this hole in my heart. I feel like I loved someone and it was cut out of me. Holding you, being with you, even caring for you helps to fill it. But ... is it love? I don't know, Sophia. Maybe." But if I loved this ... other person, why did I allow the Oracle to take my memories of him or her away from me? Could I even love?The only person I ever remembered being in love with was my girlish crush. The other family trait, uncontrolled rage, was just an added perk.Helen was the fair skinned daughter of nobles, very different from the ignorant, poor servants I so happily exploited for pleasure. She was a docile, obedient young girl raised with high born manners, who therefore rarely spoke. She had light blue eyes and abnormally long, lean legs; nubile under her gowns. She seemed so virginal, so good and pure, that I could not stop myself from fantasizing about destroying her for my own. I had my first sexual experience at 9 with my first orgasm from tugging my little immature penis through curiosity. After ten years of orgasms, masturbation, sex and experimentation I am here to tell you my stories.After years of solo masturbation, at the age of 15, my cousin and I (he was older by a year) were close, VERY close. One day, we were hiding in the woods making a camp out of wood and old crates. We got talking about masturbation, if we done it, how often. I, out of curiosity asked.