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I’m twenty-six years old in age but way matured in body and much more matured in spirit. I have the full lush body of the successful X-rated star. My vital stats are 42-26-42. From that alone, you can guess that I am busty and well endowed in the right places.


For those of you not too versatile in the female stats game, what my stats mean is that my bust measures a 42dd cup, full, firm and very soft, always warm to the touch. My waist is tiny, measuring a meagre 26 from navel to navel while my hips are a massive 42, well-proportioned with full bubble butts that wiggle seductively as I walk. Not to sound immodest, I know I have got an attractive body, in fact, a notch more
attractive than the average attractive girl. My face also compliments my body as though not exceedingly pretty, you could not call me plain. These two coupled together would make any girl vain but I am not since I could easily get what I wanted. My body is ripe, veering towards overripe. I am very conscious of this fact as I am of my sexuality.


I lost my parents as a toddler of two due to a car accident. I was in the car with them but as fate would have it, I had not even a scar to show for the ghastly
accident while my parents lost their lives. That started or do I say invariably pushed me to the life I now live since I think I would not have chosen this path if my parents were alive. The only relative ready to take care of an infant of two years, was my mom’s elder sister as my other relatives were more concerned with the properties my parents left behind rather than the child. They quibbled and fought for what they did not know how the owner acquired and did not even think to put aside anything or consider the welfare of the only child they had left behind. My aunt was a petite but bitter woman and she took
out her bitterness on the orphan she had been saddled with. It wasn’t as if she was overly wicked just that she was indifferent to her, I was an inconvenience that she had a duty to and she felt her duty was fulfilled by offering me shelter and food. She didn’t notice me or care that I was there.



The other members of her family, her sons and husband were the ones who showed a modicum of care but I later got to know that it was not for altruistic reasons that they did this. In their own little way, however, my auntie’s family were caring and accepting, something I could not say about my own flesh and. blood my aunt.


I became aware of my sexuality at thirteen years or thereabouts. I noticed that while girls my age were straight and thin and the plump ones all fat, I was all curvy. The curves on my body were obvious even to me and I used to look at the angles and plains of other children, both boys and girls in my age category and wonder why I was different. But there was nobody to speak to about my concerns as my aunt didn’t even speak to me except to send me on errands. I noticed that I started developing painful
lumps in my chest even much earlier and my Tips were becoming more obvious and taut especially when I was anxious, eager or excited and I was almost always excited. It took very little to get me excited. Bath times became a very enjoyable period for me after I accidentally touched my Kittycat m—done day while bathing. A jolt of electricity ran from that nether region straight to my brain and exploded all over my body. It felt like my body was
on fire like my blood had turned to liquid fire. It was such an exquisite feeling that I began craving it always. I would rub my thighs together whenever I felt the urge the friction of my thighs rubbing together would create that tingly feeling again, making my body flush and a kind of juice flow from my nether region. I initially thought it was pee unconsciously escaping after some months, I noticed that what was coming out of my body during those rubbing
sessions or while I was bathing was pee, it was much clearer and one day I tasted it. It was sweet in a tangy sort of way that I enjoyed. Sometimes, the substance was very thick and rubbery but it still tasted the same.



I was baffled even though I enjoyed the taste, I wanted to know more about it. Alas, there was none to tell me. By the time I was fourteen years old, my body was as fully formed like that of a normal sixteen-year girl.


My legs had grown longer and lither, my Bosom was an average grape size and my hips were wider than those of my cousin James’, girlfriend who was sixteen then. My aunt has three children, all boys and the youngest was about a year older than me while the eldest was nineteen and was in his third year at university when I clocked fourteen. James and his younger brother John were nice to me in a rivalry kind of way.



They both treated me as nice as they
could for boys by sometimes giving me some of their food to eat each time their mum was in her usual foul mood and had denied me food. They would each sneak portion of their meals into the storeroom which also doubled as my bedroom and bid me eat up. Sometimes, I ended up eating more than they did
because half of each made a whole while they made do with half each. I didn’t see anything wrong in this initially but I felt maturity had made James more amenable and that John was only trying to copy his brother. I had a change of heart however when I caught James watching me through a crack in the door hole of the bathroom. I had been playing with my Kittycat m—das usual and did not know how long he had been standing there. He didn’t know that I had seen
him, however. There was something protruding between his leg which he was pulling on as he watched me and I also watched him surreptitiously.


I didn’t know what it was but I noticed that it grew bigger as he pulled and that the expression on his face looked like someone enjoying himself. His mouth
was hanging open and dripping saliva but he was oblivious to it. Curiosity held me and I wanted to know what it was, if he was getting as much pleasure as I was from touching the slit in my nether
region from his pulling the s—t between his legs.





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February 10, 2020


February 10, 2020

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