Dear Diary – Chapter 1
So this is where it all started, where my obsessive cravings began and turned me into the depraved person that I am. I have no morals, no self worth but I don’t care, I like what I am doing and enjoy the satisfaction is gives me. The following are excerpts from my diary as I start my adult life. I was 16 when it all started, the legal age for sex in the UK. I am petite, slim ish, dark brown hair and currently in 6th form at a private school, boarding Monday to Fridays. I had become sexually aware around 14, I learnt how sensitive my nipples were, getting a buzz from scratching my nail over the tip, squeezing and rolling the tightened teat sent signals down to my pussy. This then became tingly …