I had to throw my boyfriend Peter out of the apartment where we were leaving, because I had been told that he had been seeing another women. One of my best friend’s had spotted them together. She took great pleasure in telling me all about it and probably a lot more besides. I confronted him about this woman, which he did not deny so he was told to leave immediately. This was two weeks and 2 days ago, not that I am counting. I would now describe myself as a scorned woman and getting sexually frustrated.

I am 26, small about 5 foot tall 32 28 36, blonde (on top) with blue eyes. I like to think good looking apart from my big ass. Peter was my first real boyfriend and the only person I had ever lived with. We had been going out together for about 2 and half years and lived together for over two years. We loved each other was getting on OK and I would have probably married him. The sex was great regular but starting to get a bit routine. Peter is 30, 6 foot good looking very sporty and had been around but not too much to course concerns.

I was not a virgin when I meet Peter. I had had two boyfriends before Peter, one while at school then one just after I left school. Both did not last very long as we were very young and inexperienced. Hence sex was not very good and I never enjoyed it.

I once had an affair with a much older man. He was a family friend in his 40’s so we both know it could not last and that my parents must never find out. It happened by accident one weekend and lasted not much longer. He had the biggest circumcised cock I had ever seen and had. I really found out how to enjoy sex and how to pleasure a man. I suppose that was when I had my first real orgasm with a partner. But that is another story. Shortly after this event I met Peter.

My parents never really like Peter I now found out, they never said anything bad to me about him they are like that. I am an only child so hence my parents have always been over protective with me. They never wanted me to move out or live with any one. When I lived at home sex was never mentioned. TV would be turned off if sex were ever featured. My Mother now talks to me about sex but my Farther will not. She always blames Peter for taking my virginity at the early age of 23. I have never corrected her. I remember as a child how some mornings my mother would be in a brilliant mode. One night when I was about 15, I was woken up by my parents’ nosy lovemaking. The next morning my mother was in one of her brilliant modes. After I had moved out I told her about this incident and we both laughed. She then said, “Your Father has now no excuse now you have left home he will have to fuck me every night.” From then on my relationship with my Mother changed for the better.

My Father still thinks of me as his little girl. When I was 18 a group of girlfriends and I would go out on a Friday night for a drink and looking for boys, that was how I meet Peter. We would all meet up from work or school at a different friend’s house each week. Get ready together then that friend’s parent would drive us into the town. One Friday when it was my turn we all got ready at my parents house. One of my friend’s Sue always wore the shortest skirts she could find. This particular evening she was wearing a white one and a blue thong, which was pretty obvious as you could see it through her skirt. She loved the attention this created. Just before we left for town she was prancing and flirt around the living room saying how big her ass looked in this skirt and could anyone see her pants. My father certainly could as everyone noticed his erection through his trousers. This only made Sue worse with her flirting. My Mother was fuming and never spoke as she drove us all into town. As I got out the car I said to her “be gently with Dad he’s only a man.”
The next morning she was in one of her happy modes!

It is Saturday morning and the phone had waked me. It was Peter saying that he was coming around to pick up the rest of his things and his box. This had been the first time he had contacted me since we split.

Oh yes the Box!

When he had first moved in he brought this cardboard box with him, which he said I would find interesting. I had gathered that it was full of porn magazines. I tried at the time not to show any emotion but told him if he had to bring it with him to hid it in the back of the closet where no one would find it. The following Sunday morning, when as usual he had gone to play Soccor I opened the box to find out what was in it. There were a few old well read porn magazines, some videos, two small vibrator, some handcuffs, ropes and other bondage gear. The pervert I thought replacing the box where I had found it.