Teen

I think my sex life started one day during the summer of my 13th year when I did my job. I was in my brother’s room to get rid of his clean clothes, and I found a pile of pornographic magazines in his underwear drawer. Out of curiosity about what could be so great about such things, I threw them in my room. I locked my door and sat on my bed and started looking through the magazines. There was picture after picture of naked or semi-nude girls in erotic poses, and stories of readers about their different sexual exploits. After reading and looking for a while, I started to think that if sex was as exciting and mysterious as these magazines broke up with me, maybe for the first time I started getting horny. I started to wonder how my body compared to the bodies of the girls in the pictures, so I took my clothes off and kneeled for my full length mirror with the magazines spreading for me. I looked good. My hair was shoulder height and red, my blue eyes, and my lips were full and soft. My five-foot form was smooth and firm with youth. In summer, I became a rich brown brown brown brown side of milky white triangles over my slick ass, soft blond pussy, and peach with peaches.