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The Chronicles Of Special K Installment One.  

LovingDominant71 53M
9 posts
12/24/2019 12:10 am
The Chronicles Of Special K Installment One.

I made the changes to my profile this morning in hope's to finally start this blog but I found myself wondering how to start this long story of my sexual awakening and transformation. Most people would tell to start the beginning but it's not that easy. There are two beginnings. Both were life altering for far different reasons so I spent all doing chores and such debating it inside my head. The thing that became clear to me is I wasn't being fully honest about how it all began unless I told both so get your popcorn, find a comfy place to sit, and follow me down memory lane.

I was born January 8th 1971 to two people that couldn't have been more opposites. My father was raised by his grandparent's simply because his couldn't be bothered. She didn't leave him either. She lived within minutes of her parents. She just didn't want to be bothered with raising her . Her was an evil spiteful woman with cherokee blood that should have made her a good person but that other part of her was something dark. His grandfather was a mystery to almost everyone that knew him. I never seen him carry on a conversation nor had anyone else. He was quiet and hard working and obviously had to have a dark side to stay with great grandma for fifty plus years. What came of that was my father the narcissist<b> mental </font></b>abuser with the worlds shortest fuse i've ever witnessed to this . He should have never been a father but part of forgive's him because he had no real positive influence growing up.

My was a complete opposite. She's loving and compassionate and her only real flaw was she was raised in a somewhat pampered way by her stepfather. Her real father molested her and Nanny, my grandmother and her mother, kicked his alchoholic ass to the curb. She was a social worker and only one of two people from either side of the family I would to this consider a near saint. My didn't know how to struggle and always wears her colored glasses. A time or two in the past few years I have referred to my father as the narcissist and she says she didn't see it and if he was mentally abusive to me I should have spoke up. She just wasn't capable of seeing it.

I think you might be getting the picture already. My father had a that seemed to be nothing more than someone he could take his life long hatred on and my was to closed off to see it. What made it worse for was the two people that raised and the that didn't want to raise him doted on and my sisters. Yes I have two sisters and he treated them nothing like he treated . The people that would drive him by the orphanage and tell him if he wasn't a good it's where he would have to go live treated very well so that made him even more resentful of . You might be asking worse but what was the beginning of that hate. I spent years trying to put that piece of the puzzle into place with no luck until someone that had been my mothers friend back then contacted me.

"When your mother had you she held you for dear life and exclaimed she finally had her ," was her comment.

He was jealous. Looking back with the puzzle fully together I think we should all be lucky he didn't end up a serial killer. He is bi polar I am sure and always has been. Growing up with a father that had such a short fuse and violent temper I became a master of not being seen or heard. It's the reason I grew up so painfully shy. It also gave me the ability to avoid conflict and rejection with skill as well as a keen observational ability that paired with my empathic abilities, unknown to me as a ,gave me an uncanny ability to pick of a crowd the woman that had a higher than normal sex drive and a love for kink. It's the reason I have had sex with over two hundred women at my best estimation without having to flirt or use pick up line's. I simply reach out with my empathic abilities to find the woman in the room that would fuck me and place myself in her field of vision and let nature take it's course. The way I see it I believe it's a super power given to me to make up for a hood where I lived in fear throughout.

Trigger warning, sensitive section.

I said there were two first time sexual experiences that helped to shape who I became and the first one was when I was three years old. Although I have suspicions I have never been able to put a to her but my story when my<b> mental </font></b>block finally dropped was it was the neighborhood sitter. The woman that I can't put a too would bribe to get to lick her pussy. No not going to confirm my suspicions because this point it serves no purpose. The other reason is I didn't feel violated until I was made to feel violated.

For the next years life was uneventful on the sexual end although looking back now I did find erotic pictures stimulating in a way I shouldn't have at such a age. the age of I puberty and the older of my two sisters did as well , two years than . We did what any two similar aged siblings do when they go through puberty at the same time and have to much time alone to themselves. not glorifying it and I am not getting into it in depth but again neither of us felt like we had done anything wrong all until someone else told us we did. Thank goodness the therapist my demanded to see told it was normal and I shouldn't feel as if I had done something wrong. We were left alone together much of the time and because we were so close we explored our new feelings and changing bodies together and our parents should have counted themselves lucky it went the way it did. We are still close but that was a short period of oddness that did bond us.

That period was very short and no we didn't continue a life long anything. It taught me something valuable. I learned from that experience that you can't judge something as bad without knowing the whole story.

From the age of till eighteen I read and read and read everything from the kamasutra the age of to probably over two hundred penthouse forum style books. My virginity remained until I was eighteen but I estimate I masturbated as much as a zoo monkey but I learned from what I read. Contrary to the old saying I didn't go blind because at eighteen my sight was twenty . I will those years the fapping years. I gained a lot of knowledge before most boys or men and one early afternoon a few weeks after graduation it off.

It was the summer of 89 and I was working Hardee's, just starting , and had a my age give her . She was forward and carefree and the type of that went for who she wanted and I was it. She was tall for a , probably five , and had a muscled vollyball player build with a plainish , blonde hair, and a nice ass.

Okay for the sake of being thorough I don't know why but I have a serious fixation with asses. Like I said, I don't have a type and it's evident in my wide range of partners through the years. The smallest was a red head that weighed an even ninety pounds and my fascination with her was at that tiny of a build her ass still had a booty . The largest was Carol just shy of four hundred pounds but her ass still held a nice round bubble shape that size. Back to the story.

As I said she was forward and after just two phone conversations she pushed the envelope one and I found myself with her in my bedroom. She had no shame as she stripped naked, laid on my bed and waited as my eyes locked on her light brown fur covered pussy.I must have staired almost to the point of creeping her because she brought too with a loud clearing of her throat. I was nervous, shaking, sweating and single minded.

When people talk in the bdsm community it's often asked when you first knew what you were and looking back on that afternoon I smile and know that was the first time my dominant side came . As I said, I had a single focus and that was to get my mouth on her pussy and when I pushed past the nerves I dove in. I knew you started out softly and my cock hardened as her moans met my ears. It drove me. She tasted better than any substance known to me and as my tongue occasionally sank into her woman hood I drank her juice like a fine wine. Her leg's started to shake and from my study of the female orgasm knew she was about to climax. When I felt her legs stiffen completely and her ass raise off the bed I reached both arms across her torso and slammed her back down on the mattress while capturing her clit in my mouth and sucking hard. I kept my central fucus on her clit pushing her through one, two, three orgasms until I felt her whole body fall limp. She was mumbling half in and out, obviously she had passed out, as I crawled up her body and sank full length into her hard bring her out of her haze long enough to push her into another orgasm as I shot an entire teenage life's build up of anticipatory into her body.

My was due home any time and I kept on her to get dressed as she just kept looking with the grin of a woman that had just had the sex of her life. I got her down to the living room just a few minutes before mom returned from the store. She still had that damn grin on her and as we started to walk to the door she stopped, turned around, and ran up the stairs. To my horror she came back down carrying her shoes and her panties. I was caught but she was still in that blissful haze without a care in the world. My was pissed but to my amazement never punished me or brought it up.

The first time I had sex with a woman I had instinctively taken a dominant roll because I knew I could and would blow her mind. I knew what to give her that she didn't know how to ask for. We didn't date more than two more times but it was the first in a long line of women that came into my life that for no other reason than I was to change their sex life forever.

My next installment will pick up from there touching on my first experience with a man but until then this is Special K saying keep it safe yet kinky folks.


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