@missy @rambo
The moment I knew I had officially become an adult is easy for me to define. It was the glorious moment when I left my parents house and became a free agent. Having been brought up by parents who were very particular about what NICE GIRLS did, almost everything was like forbidden fruit. It didn't mater to them how old you were they would still be disapproving if you even thought about doing something they did not like. I couldn't wait for that taste of freedom and all the chances I would have to be the rebel I always thought I was but dared not show at home. Dye my hair, thank you very much. Start smoking, why not indeed. Have a tattoo, then another ... still want more. Now how about piercings ? pierced ears would have been accepted by them so I just had to get my nipples done as well. So far, no regrets for my rebellion, I don't think I ever will have. Having come from this really sheltered background, my view of the outside world was very narrow. There were lots of things I had never seen or experienced and I was like a child in a candy store. As I now knew I really was an adult, I would make lots of decisions for myself just because I could. I had always had to dress very plain, as that was the clothing my parents provided and I had very little monies of my own from pocket money to buy anything else. I never got complimented on how nice I looked or had anyone tell me I was beautiful. The closest I came would be when my elderly aunt would tell me I was a very good little girl.
GOOD LITTLE GIRL! NO WAY
MEET BAD BIG GIRL!
If its risque I'm going to do it. If it's naughty I'm in and if I knew my parents would have a heart attack if they saw me doing it, you try stopping me. I thought getting a boyfriend would be hard I'd had no experience of boys. Plus my plain looks had earned me the title of friend to all misfits. An outcast of the main stream of children at my schools with a bunch of friends who were the sort of friends that actually were real and open with you. I had to learn about things like make-up and the art of dressing seductively when I wanted to all by myself. After a good long while I discovered that perhaps I was not the ugly duckling I was starting to believe I must be. I was getting whistled at by builders as I walked by and even had a lorry driver mount the pavement when my skirt blew up in the wind showing my tiny thong and stocking tops. This felt good, so good I wanted more I wanted a relationship. I found one, left one and found another where I have stayed. However the grand rebellion was far from over. I still had so much I wanted to achieve within my own moral standards. So with my partner I decided to send some photographs in to an adult magazine to see if they would print them. Along with the photos was a short erotic story I had composed from my newly found information all about sex and multiple partners sex. I was still learning so knew nothing about lesbian, gay or bisexual people so the story was not as juicy as it would have been if I wrote one today ;-) I was amazed when the magazine printed the pics and story in their my naughty wife section.
Now idea's were starting to explode in my brain, luckily my partner felt the same way as me, so we decided to try doing new things. I wanted more of the appreciation I had been getting. Yes I had my photos in a Porn Mag but I would never know what the person looking at the photos was thinking or doing. I wanted to know, so the next logical step was to send my pictures to an online porn site where people could leave comments etc. This meant I could look at other peoples pictures too, mostly amateur ones from people like us. I find out that I am Bisexual whilst meeting with another couple who posted photos on the same porn site as us. Whilst watching a film we had come across titled "Preaching To The Perverted" that my local rental store had in. I discovered I wanted to be a WOMON I woo no man, dominatrix. I then found myself a girlfriend, she introduced me to her job and told me what she did and how much money she was making from it. My girlfriend was working for one of the Adult Telephone Services providers, taking calls in all sorts of different categories from men and sometimes women. The pay was quite good and I would have the chance to be a madam, dominatrix, goddess to be worshiped by all. I couldn't wait to start and my girlfriend assured me all that had to be done was, her speaking to her boss and getting a number for me to ring him on. So I rang him and he asked me if I wanted to work for him and I did I understand what I would be doing ? I had an image in my head of the Wilson Pickett scene in Blues Brothers 2000, ED's Love Exchange. With him singing "All you gotta do is pick up your telephone babe and call 6345789 that's my number". He explained how it worked and what guidelines we had to operate under by law. I was told there were quite a few different categories The next evening I am sat at home having logged in to working status waiting for our phone to ring with my first ever caller. I found out that very night just how much fun I could have and get paid for having it too. So all of these things I did were my way of breaking all the rules that my parents had forced me to live by. A kind of initiation into adulthood, bought on by a desire to be different and live my life the way I wanted to. I had gone on a journey that had started with me thinking I was just an insignificant sheep blindly following the flock. To being totally content with my life and always wanting to try new things and experiences. Experiences that would for me shape the path I walked into adulthood.
I can never say where I think I will be in years to come because in our ever changing, evolving world new opportunities may arise just as easily as others will be gone forever. I celebrate being different every day by simply being me and trying to have fun in even the most mundane of tasks. Just because society perceives someone who is as different being a bad person, doesn't mean that they are. I will always try to help a friend in need and have over the years taken in many rescued animals and cared for them. I may be a little bit of an exhibitionist who loves to show off her tattoos and piercings but that on its own does not make my personality. Some people worry about the impact their life will leave on the world, are people going to remember them for something long after they've gone. I may not be a master of any one thing but with my photos being on line here and some previous ones on other sites. People may not remember me in years to come, however there is every chance that somebody somewhere will be looking at my pictures and wondering who I really am. With this blog I am sharing one of my very first sets of photos that I had done. They were taken while i was experimenting with a camera and looking for ideas for my own style of glamour pictures. They are miles away in contrast to my recent photo set PURPLE 'N' LACE but they help to show how I have matured into the adult I am today. I hope that by sharing this with everyone on here people will understand a little bit about what makes me that person. I want to thank all of u who have liked my pictures and posts and those who have left me comments. I love to have feedback from you all and even though I may not be as sexy and deeply beautiful as most of the Suicide Girls. However I am proud of who I am, how I look and how I live my life. I hope some of you will like this little photo set that I am sharing today as it marked my becoming an adult.
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