I can’t quite pinpoint my very first kinky experience. I may have been between 19 and 21 years old so this would make it around 1995 – 1997. I was seeing an on again off again boyfriend in between random dates with not very interesting men. It seemed every time we got back together the passion was intense and the boldness of our sexual adventures were outdone on every encounter. We were still kids in a sense but we lived for upping the ante each time we got back together.
This one time in particular he decided to tie my wrists to his bed with a pair of socks… yeah, socks. They were clean from his sock drawer, how’s that for some straight up MacGyver shit? I was only wearing a matched bra and panty set. He crawled up on the bed, showed me a knife and looked me in the eye as he cut my bra down the centre to expose my breasts. He trailed this knife over my breasts and paid special attention to my nipples before he engulfed each one in turn with his mouth.
He moved down to my waist where in one fell swoop he forcefully removed my knickers. I was told to spread my legs for him and keep them spread. He began to tease my clit, my labia and my vagina with loving strokes and playful flicks. The more I moaned the more time would elapse between each touch. Once his fingers were slick with my juices he began to lick my engorged clitoris. The oral sex I got that night was amazing. That boy ate my pussy like he was starving. Was it even more amazing because I was tied to a bed? Maybe. I mean the socks weren’t even tied on properly, I could have escaped at any time but the idea of not being able to escape was hot!