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Back rub hug dating meaning

Prologue Hi, my name is Andrea and I here want to present my journey into wonderland.

As I was not interested in boys anyway, this made sense so far. If you are a young lesbian today, there might be some disappointments with your parents, but you can expect tolerance after some discussion. I started with some shy bondage experiments with my mother's clothes line, trying to tie my hands in front of me, and, much more exciting, behind my back. On one occasion, having my hands tied on my back and having rubbed myself to orgasm against my bedpost I could not get out.

All in a sudden the sweet afterglow broke down and I frantically twisted my hands to loose the knot. My brain went into overdrive, imagining me, hands tied on the back, naked and obviously having masturbated against my bedpost to be found by my parents.

As nature takes its course, we began to meet each other after school, mostly at my home, because her mother did not work.

It was so obvious as the night is dark that she also was attracted to girls, but we both were very shy at the beginning.

My aversion against knife releases definitely stems from this episode.

As over-reaction is very normal in teenage years, I ripped my preciously kept picture from the very magazine into pieces, dumped it and swore to myself that I never ever would do this stupid bondage thing again.

But imagining my mother waiting in front of the door suddenly took me down.

Frustrated as I never was before, I wiped myself clean between my legs, ripped the picture out of the magazine, put it in my trouser's pocket, flushed the toilet and went out.

By thinking back I can only describe my then feelings like an atomic bomb exploding in my head, because I instantly knew that I wanted to be the woman tied to the cross.

With the whipping I was not so sure, but I very well could imagine the presence of another women, doing a little petting with me.

Some facts about my real life and identity are of course somewhat alienated. At the age of about forty I suddenly felt the need to write it down. With all the ups and downs a BDSM-life can possibly offer. We stayed in a little Bed & Breakfast hotel in Bavaria near the border of the GDR (the Berlin wall was still standing).