Confessions of a bootlicker: refusing to take her virginity

So this is not true. Which shouldn't be a surprise; none of these 'confessions' are true. But they are based on truth. And there is SOME truth to this. But the names are different, and the details have been changed to protect the innocent and indulge the perverted.

This does directly connect to the first confession, and the greatest ever game of Truth or Dare. It is the same person. That much, at least, is true.

Oh, and it's about me. That's true too. And I DID refuse to take her virginity.

The rest? I'll let you decide.

Saying no anyway

Confessions of a Bootlicker: Queen of the Hill

So what happens when it comes to a first ever experience? For most kids, it starts with a 'Show me yours, I'll show you mine' kind of thing. A harmless enough game. Once they're old enough to really understand what's going on, there can be games of house, or of doctor. Then dating, then making out; I don't know the usual path. I didn't follow the usual path.

I didn't follow the usual path because I'm one of them kinky folk. And kinky folk have something a little bit different. Like this story of mine.

Queen of the Hill

Confessions of a Bootlicker: tying up loose ends

 Well. No one has yet responded to my survey, and so I'm going to just do things as they pique my interest. For today, there was a story that never happened, something I wish had happened, that I wanted to talk about.

Some day, I'm going to put all these stories into a book. Would you buy the "Confessions of a Bootlicker: an autobiographical fantasy"? I think I'm getting close to having enough for a book.

Today's confession almost happened, and the almost is something that I really regret. What if I had gone through with it?

As usual: The names are changed, the faces made up, and the events are (partly) fictional, to protect the innocent/expose the dirty.

Confessions of a Bootlicker: Clubbing in college, tying up high school

Confessions of a bootlicker: the pony days

Those who have been paying attention know that these 'confessions' are based loosely on real events. Today is no exception, though today is a bit more 'loosely' than normal. It also (finally) takes care of one of the items on The List.

I hope you enjoy it, and I hope I have more inspiration soon. I missed a few days, and I would rather that be the exception than the rule.

Just say 'Neigh'

Confessions of a Bootlicker (6)

That's three in a row. Good start.
It seems that I'm focused on some very specific things recently. Fantasies that both arouse and disgust me. Things I like, but that I don't think I'd ever want to do. Interesting.

Confessions of a Bootlicker: the vampire files

Confessions of a Bootlicker: Never Have I Ever

The folks here at the home office are insisting that I get back to work. They won't let me keep wallowing in panic and stress. And, though I slew many an interloper, their sheer numbers did eventually overcome me. I went down fighting, but I did go down. And then I went down again. Actually, I ended spending quite a lot of time on my knees...

Is it weird that I keep writing as if there were other people here?

anyway...

Confessions of a Bootlicker: College Party

Confessions of a Bootlicker (4)

I don't know why writing this turned me on as much as it did. But wow. I haven't enjoyed writing a story this much in a LONG time.

I hope you enjoy reading it.

Sobaka

Confessions of a Bootlicker (3)

It was suggested to me that I should write more of these stories. Partially because they help me deal with certain consent-obsessed issues I have, partially because they help me try to find the source of certain things in my life, and partially, I hope, because they're sexy.

I really hope they're sexy. I hope these stories of my life aren't boring you. If they are, let me know. If they're not... let me know. Either way, give me some comments, people.

The girl next door

Confessions of a boot licker (2)

Things seem quiet lately. You guys still out there? Still interested? Should I keep going, or call it a day?


If this continues, I'll eventually have to put this in order. For now, I'm just writing tales as the memories come back.

Lunch hours, Lesbians, and Luck

Confessions of a Boot Licker

I have decided to write a memoir. Not a memoir of my life outside of the EbR HQ, not even a memoir of reality. I'm going to write a memoir, an autobiography, of a fictional character: me.

Call it an unauthorized autobiography if you like. Call it a story of my life if it had happened the way I fantasized about it happening, rather than how it actually happened. If you don't like the current title... suggest a new one.

So, rules for myself:
-The stories will be true (almost), at least in the way they start
-The names will be made up to protect from lawsuits
-The fantasies shared will be mine, will be filthy, and will be explicit
-The stories will be written in random order, as I come up with them. If I ever put it into a book, it'll be chronological.
-If you make requests about times in my life (my first time doing something, a memory from a certain age, whatever), I WILL write about that time.

Let's start with a memory from high school.
Truth or Dare