Torment by a sweet slut
My crush submits to others Finally, at an age I blush to specify (okay, early twenties), I was freed from the constant reminder that I had not yet fucked a girl. It had been a tormenting way to exist, because all my thoughts were of nothing but pretty girls, night and day, always several on my mind, wishing I could know what to say or do. Or wishing they did not have boyfriends.Also thanks to the reality of high school showers after phys-ed. I was...