The Making of The Huntress by Sherry David Page B

of took me under his wing, occasionally he
would flirt with me but most of the time I felt he treated me like
a little cousin that needed looking after. Due to Mark accepting
me, I was able to make quite a few friends quickly since everyone
knew him. I was on cloud nine, not only was I rapidly finding my
way in this new school but every day I got to sit next to Mark and
laugh or smile at his crazy discussions and comments. I don’t know
if he knew it at the time but he totally paved my way, and made my
life a lot easier. Prior to people finding out I was friends with
Mark, I was constantly harassed about being a Yankee and asked why
I talked so funny. In one sense it was very frustrating but in
another it was funny that all these thick accented people who spoke
very slowly actually thought I was the one who talked funny.
     
     
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    Chapter
2 My One and Only Love

     
    In order for you to truly understand how my
relationship with Mark led me to becoming a single lady huntress, I
would have to tell you about the three other relationships I’d had
before him. In my very first relationship, I was a twenty year old
virgin trying to keep myself for marriage, needless to say that
didn’t happen. So I gave my long held, precious virginity to a man
seven years older than me. He definitely took advantage of me being
extremely green and coming out of a home that centered on a very
restrictive religion. It was like I was a spring being pressed down
tightly and my first boyfriend Lou, just let loose of the spring
quickly causing me to just go out of control bouncing everywhere.
He also turned out to be a drug addict who had managed to hide it
very well. Yes, he was the man that turned me into a certified
nymphomaniac. I will say that accept for the drug thing and having
to hide valuable things when he was around, I really enjoyed his
company. This man had a nice, thick long penis that felt like
valium when he was inside of me. It transported me to another place
where nothing mattered but the intense pleasure that began between
my legs but seemed to spread throughout my whole body. I’ll be
honest Lou taught me everything about sex including the art of oral
sex. I will say art since oral sex isn’t as simple as it seems.
Oral sex has a lot of mental factors involved and the act itself is
only good when other parts of the body are involved in the process.
Through thorough exploration we found parts of the body that
required each other’s attention before we diving right into each
other’s genitalia.
    For my part I would give him a sensual
massage, mostly using my tongue. I would begin at the top of his
actual head, then go down to his face there I would trace his nose
with my tongue taking time to lightly kiss his eyes, next I would
spend time around his ears and neck. Then again using my tongue I
would travel down his chest stopping at his groin area right above
the hairline. While there sometimes I would give his second head a
light kiss but then quickly move on to his inner thigh, traveling
down to his knee where I would make circles around the back of his
knee with my tongue. By this point he would be writhing and begging
me to come back up, usually I would have him already tied to the
headboard and explain that if he touched me all his fantasies for
the night would come crushing down. Consequently, this experience
was not just for him, it allowed me to become extremely turned on
in the process. During sex we would take turns being in control and
to be honest once I had learned a few things I was the controller
more often than not. Next I slid my tongue over to the other leg
and started with the circles behind that knee then licked a trail
up to his very large penis that was standing fully erect by this
point. In fact at the top of his thigh it kept hitting me in the
head but I certainly didn’t mind as I relished how good it was
going to feel once it was inside me. Now because I’m a person who
loves props, I