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Subject: MRWADE.110 My Personal Confession By Sherrie Wade
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MRWADE.110 BY MASTER WADE
Copyright 1992
By Wade Mondegam
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My Personal Confession
By
Sherrie Wade
I'm over-qualifed for the job I do. Don't feel sorry for me,
I like my job very much...no...I LOVE my job. My name is Sherrie
Wade, and prior to my taking this job I was an intern in
Neurosurgery at Columbia University Hospital in Manhattan. I know
that sounds impressive, and it really should impress anyone who
knows how much hard work it took for me to reach that plateau in my
professional life. It's certainly more impressive than my present
position, that of sales clerk at Victoria's Secret in a medium
sized southeastern city.
Before you assume that I made some serious mistake which
prevented me from attaining the ultimate goal of becoming a
licensed surgeon in my field, let me explain that I made the
decision to leave that profession on my own, and that I am doing
exactly what I want to do.
I know that most who read this will say I'm crazy, and if the
only issue were money, they'd be right. My income at Victoria's
Secret is less than a fifth of what I would be making had I stayed
my previous course, and I do know the luxuries that an income such
as that could have provided for me.
I come from a wealthy family and although there is a trust fund
to which I can turn if I need to, I haven't touched a dime of it
thus far. You see, it isn't the things that money can buy that I
want most in life. No, what I want most in life is what I can find
most easily doing exactly what I'm doing now...selling lingerie.
If you haven't figured it out for yourself already, let me
explain that I am a lesbian.
I make no apologies for what I am, and believe me, it is a
matter of choice, not necessity for me. I had my first sexual
experience at age 13, with a young boy who lived nearby. It was
actually very nice, and even though I had my first encounter with
a girl shortly thereafter, I was generally very straight all
through high school and most of college.
I say generally because I have always lusted after other women,
and there were sexual experiences with others of my own sex, off
and on, both in high school and in college. Some of them were my
age, others were older, but all of them were wonderful.
Some of my friends deny any interest at all in men, and I
respect their feelings totally, but while I do not consider myself
bisexual and have not been involved with a man in over four years,
I could very easily enjoy being with a man, if I wanted that.
Perhaps that makes me bisexual rather than a pure lesbian, but I do
consider myself a lesbian because I have decided not to choose to
be with men.
As much as anything else it was the issue of exclusivity which
made me hesitant to forsake relationships with men. For quite some
time it seemed that every woman I had a relationship with wanted me
to be solely hers, and became upset with me if I wanted to be with
another woman, or a man. It was much easier for me to give up
being with men than it was for me to give up being with women, so
I made my choice.
The only problem was that I finally realized that I could never
be happy only giving myself to one woman. That may make me a slut,
and if it does, then so be it, I don't care. Oh, I enjoy
everything about my relationships with other women, don't get me
wrong. It isn't just the sex that I like about it. But there are
so many beautiful women out there...so many who are latently
sapphic--at a minimum bisexual, if not lesbian...that I just cannot
and will not limit myself.
I'm going to be very straightforward here, not for the purpose
of tintilating anyone who reads this, although I know it will be
tintilating to many who read what I'm about to say, but because I
really don't know any other way to say it as effectively: I LOVE
to eat pussy.
No, I didn't put too much stress on that. It is not something
I merely enjoy, not something I can and will do with the "right"
woman, not something I am willing to do in order that it be done to
me...I honestly and sincerely love, adore, crave putting my lips on
another woman's pussy and sucking her juices into my mouth.
Without a doubt there have been women who were beautiful enough
and who smelled and tasted delicious enough that I could have spent
years between their legs. It isn't that I just haven't found the
right woman yet, but that the process of discovery, the ability to
find so many different women, so MANY wonderful and beautiful
women...it's that the entire process is so special and delightful
that I simply can't give it up for anyone, or for any thing.
Maybe I'm more successful at it than some others are...I don't
know about that. I am much above average in terms of physical
beauty, and I can say that honestly without being conceited. You
can ask anyone who knows me, or you can find my photographs in some
of the men's magazines I posed for earlier in my life. I'm 5'9"
tall, weigh 120 pounds and my hair is naturally blonde, everywhere.
I have green eyes, not pale green, but the kind of deep emerald
green that sparkle with promise. My measurements are 36D-23-35,
and my nipples are the one thing about me which draw the most
compliments, in spite of my long legs and tiny waistline. What
most people seem to find exciting about my nipples is their length,
especially when I am aroused. They're a bit longer than normal, I
suppose, even when I'm not excited...but when I am...well, they
grow very long.
Sandra, who is watching me type this says I HAVE to tell you how
long, although I didn't really want to do that. I didn't know
until she measured them, and I may still cut this out, after she
goes home. But since she is giving me such a hard time...she
measured them and found them to be three quarters of an inch long.
She measured them while I was happily tasting Mary Lee Berry, but
that is another story in itself.
Anyway, the point is that I turn heads wherever I go. I love to
be looked at, even by men, although I do tire of being asked out so
often by them. I have recently just begun telling them straight
out that I'm lesbian so they will leave me alone, although that
sometimes doesn't seem to make much difference to alot of them.
When I tell some of them that they just want to watch, which on
some occasions I don't mind so much, but usually that's with
someone I know, not some stranger who just has the hots for me.
At Victoria's I not only can enjoy being looked at, I can enjoy
looking myself. I often volunteer to model something for a
customer who is appealing to me, and it is amazing how often that
can lead to an encounter. I like it best when they try an item on
and let me see them in it. Sometimes I get so hot that it's all I
can do to keep from just dropping to my knees right there in the
store...but I really have to be careful about that.
I only started keeping count during the last year, but in that
twelve month period I had at least a casual sexual encounter with
thirty-eight different women. That's less than one a week, I know,
but you have to consider that I was with many of those women more
than once, AND that I have very high standards when it comes to
whom I will be with. I only count those times when I at least
kissed a woman on the mouth and put my fingers into her. Any less
than that doesn't qualify, no matter how exciting it might be.
Happily, I have now reached the point where I can be with at
least one woman every day of my life if I want to be. I have four
very special friends who I am with often, and several other friends
who are eagerly hoping that I will call them. They all understand
that I love variety, and sometimes they will introduce me to
someone they know I would enjoy. Most of the time when they do
that we have a threesome, at least the first time. It's the least
I can do, you know?
You may not be convinced that I made the right decision in
forsaking the world of medicine for the world of lingerie. Maybe it
would help for me to describe my four very special friends.
I have been regularly involved with Heather for three years now.
Heather could almost be my twin and is, in fact, only six months
younger than I. She has also done some work as a model, and as far
as physical beauty is concerned is, in my opinion at least, the
most beautiful woman I have ever been with. Heather can make my
mouth water simply by smiling at me. When she lays on her back and
opens her legs for me...well, I'm beside myself with passion for
her, every single time. I always try to be with Heather at least
three times a week, if possible. She goes down on me too, but it
really isn't necessary for her to. She just enjoys it.
Next to Heather I probably spend more time with Marianne than
with anyone else. Marianne is nineteen and I have been involved
with her for three years also, since she was sixteen. I dont' think
I've mentioned my age yet, but I am 35, and was 32 when Marianne
and I first became sexually active with each other. I know she was
very young and that it was risky for me to become involved with
someone her age, but Marianne was already VERY active with other
women, even at sixteen, and I felt no guilt at all about being with
her. She is very much like me, in that she is more than happy to
be the giver when it comes to oral sex. We're wonderful together
because we both love to give so much.
Marianne is not a natural blonde, a fact which becomes very
obvious once she slides her panties off. She is almost too skinny,
but still has a wonderful ass and beautiful breasts, and unlike
Heather and I she is very petite, standing only 5'3". Marianne is
bisexual and loves to visit me after she's been with one of her
boyfriends. Before the AIDS scare I probably tasted more of their
cum than she did, albeit more indirectly, but that has changed a
bit in the last year or so, out of necessity.
Shawn is the least striking of my girlfriends, at least as far
as her measurements are concerned. When we first met Shawn was so
embarrassed about her small breasts that she wouldn't even let me
see them. They are beautiful, really, but very small. The truth
is that Shawn even now, at age 26, could get along fine wearing
training bras. I finally convinced her that she didn't need to
wear a bra at all and that there was something very youthful and
delightful about her small breasts.
Aside from having the most beautiful brown hair I have ever seen
and from having a smile which stops people in their tracks, Shawn
has the most delectable ass that I have ever seen on a woman. One
can't eat alot of pussy without having to deal with the anus, you
know, and not only does Shawn possess perfectly shaped ass cheeks,
but her little rosebud just begs to be tongued. In addition to the
fact that her ass looks good enough to eat, I have never seen
anyone who gets more excited from anal stimulation, and it makes me
hotter than a beach on Maui to hear and feel her responsiveness
when I spend time licking and sucking and tonguing her asshole.
She is a real doll.
The last, but certainly not least, of my four most special
girlfriends is Dawn. Dawn is the oldest of us all and married to
a very successful attorney who has no idea that she is bisexual.
He is a good husband to Dawn and she is very happy with him as far
as her need for sex with men is concerned. Not even Dawn knows how
he would react if he knew what we do together, but neither of us is
willing to risk him finding out, certainly not me. No matter how
many other women I may be with I would sure hate to lose Dawn.
She's just that hot.
Dawn is 48, much older than most of the women I am attracted to.
Generally I like young stuff, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
It's usually the younger girls who have the better bodies...we all
know that...and I LOVE great bodies. Dawn stays in good shape and
has a very nice body, but it is more her hunger for me and her
attitude about sex in general that excites me about her than it is
her looks, although she is definitely an attractive woman, no
matter what age she is.
The most exciting thing about Dawn, frankly, is how nasty she
is. By nasty I mean that she gets hottest when she focuses on
those things which are generally considered taboo or dirty. She
loves to talk dirty, loves to be talked to in dirty ways, is always
looking for some new bizarre or unusual twist to include in our
sessions, including bondage, discipline, water sports...you name
it...she's always coming up with something new and more perverted
than the last thing we tried.
Dawn's hair is jet black, with not a sign of gray yet, and no,
she does NOT color it. She is still trim and has an erotic quality
that seems to ooze from her very pores. I suppose she does look
her age in most ways, but her enthusiasm for what we share couldn't
be greater if she were thirty years younger. She also has the most
sensuous voice I have ever heard and when she is begging to be used
like a slut, whore, tramp, slave slut bitch...well, she sure gets
my vote, every time. I have seen Dawn do things that are too
embarrassing for me to even mention here, but believe me, she can
do the most despicable things and make them unbelievably arousing.
She truly is a "cunt" in every way.
Just being able to spend as much time as I like with Heather,
Marianne, Shawn and Dawn is fantastic, but meeting so many other
delightful women is even more special than that. If you think
about it perhaps you will understand what I mean. Consider
discovering someone who looks like Heather, who is Marianne's age,
who has an ass like Shawn and possesses Dawn's interest in the
seamier side of sex. That isn't the only combination of
possibilities, of course, nor have I have met anyone quite like
that yet, but one never knows until they take the time to know what
each woman is like.
You may be wondering if my four special friends and I ever have
get togethers where we enjoy each other as a group, and the answer
to that is yes, we do that quite often. We call it our "poker
night", but of course the truth is that it would be more accurately
called our "poke her night", or something along those lines. We
usually get together once a month, sometimes more often, depending
on our schedules. It's always wonderful.
I'd love to tell you more about my experiences and introduce you
to some more of the women I have met while working at Victoria's,
but Sandra is a bit upset with me for ignoring her for so long.
She's been reading over my shoulder, and while she enjoyed reading
about the other girls, I think her feelings are a bit hurt that she
isn't included in the group.
I think I can figure out a way to help her feel better about
things, don't you? After all, she has been playing with herself
and I can smell her even as I type this. It is making my mouth
water and making it difficult for me to concentrate.
Perhaps I'll write again soon and tell you more, if you'd like
that. In the meantime I hope you'll forgive me for leaving the
typewriter now. Sandra is ready, and at 18 hasn't learned the
virtue of patience.
Oh, by the way...if you know someone who loves lingerie,
especially if she is very pretty and finds other women of
interest...do send her by sometime, won't you? I'll be eager to
meet her. Just tell her to ask for Sherrie. She'll be glad she
did.
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