I'm addicted to physical affection and **

Not everything is normal. I mean, normal is a construct, right. I was born into a family of big busted women. Everyone thinks having large ** is God's gift. It isn't. I wish I had smaller **. I had everything growing up, but not affection. I crave physical affection. I want a man's hands all over me. I work with a man who pulls me towards him and cups my **. I don't want him to let go. **, physical **, ** in ** **. I can't seem to get enough of it. I won't say I'm a **, I don't charge for **. I give it away. If a man comes onto me, and he is physical and aggressive I give in. He can take me where he wants, by the time he is ready my ** are off and I'm wet and waiting.

My first at work ** was with the boss. I was 17 and working after school for this insurance agency as a file clerk. My sweater was a bit too tight and the owner kept staring at my **. I was wet and didn't know it. Wet, wet ** wet. I must have telegraphed to him that I was wet. I didn't get a chance to lower my pants myself, he bent me over the desk in his office and lowered my pants and I had a ** in my ** and my virginity flew out the window. My first ** and I had my face in paperwork, I never even saw the ** that ** me.

It's been that way.