It was a slow progression. It was difficult to find time alone at the computer without the pyring eyes of my parents. I would watch 20-25 second clips or various sexual acts. There was something powerful in actually SEEING the act take place and not just in photographs. This was real, carnal, raw footage of all the things I had seen in the magazines. I learned about vibrators and toys and quickly put two and two together and started using the family "back massager", pressing it up against my pussy and turning it on high. My eyes would water and tear up I'd come so hard. I'm sure my Dad knew exactly what I was doing, because he'd come looking for the massager only to find it in my room, under my bed. He even caught me a few times. I think he did it on purpose. He'd already said goodnight, but would come in to say goodnight one more time before he went to bed. I would be on my stomach, under the blanket, toes curled, humping away at the massager and I wouldn't notice him until he was right beside me. I would fumble to turn it off and make up some excuse about how my leg was hurting me and I was so embarrased but as soon as he left, I would go right back to it and cum soooo hard thinking about him catching me.
Eventually when I was about 15, I heard about ICQ and started chatting. I quickly realized that people used this as a way of talking about sex. It didn't take long for me to recognize the power I felt I had over men simply by talking to them about sex. They fawned over me. They wanted to leave their wives for me. They showered me with attention and praise and taught me what it meant to be kinky. They taught me that there are many forms of sex and sexuality. All of these men seemed to be older than me and they all adored the fact that I was so young and knew so much. If boys my age couldn't be bothered with me, then I would focus on being sexy for men. Besides, they were much more sexy than teenage boys.
In chatting, I learned how to be a temptress, a seducer, a slut, a submissive. I loved that I could play any role at any time. I quickly became addicted to cyber sex and I was good at it. I mean, really good at it. I met a man who was 36 when I had just turned 16. We started an online relationship and I believed (until recently) that I loved him and he loved me. He was from Texas, miles and miles from me. I pined for him, longed for him. He showered me with gifts (little trinkets and toys) and we talked about things other than sex. He was brilliant in his seduction of me. He always let me feel as though I was in the lead, that any decision we made was because I wanted it. He introduced me to phone sex and that lead to my interest in phone sex chat lines.
The power was intoxicating and heady. I knew I could string these guys along with a few simple phrases and well placed sighs or giggles. I used to destroy them when I giggled and I loved every minute of it. I quickly became addicted to the attention and to the need to get men off. My pleasure came from their achieving orgasm and their praise for my efforts. I would skip class to call the phone sex lines. I got kicked off of them time and time again because my voice sounded so obviously young. I wasn't safe about it either. I gave them my home number to call. During those 2 years, I continued my long distance relationship with my older lover and had a few others along the way. They never knew about each other.
While all of this was going on, I was a model student, actively involved in school clubs and athletic programs. A lovely young lady by all accounts. Only I knew what a fucking whore I was. It made it dangerous and naughty and oh so irresistable!!
