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Tiggerxx
3 days ago
Straight Female, 21
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Kirsten Goes To University

Having finished collage Kirsten moves to St. Andrews to start her art degree, but still has strong feelings to be a total slut

Kirsten found a new direction in her life following a talk with her birth father and a well-paid job prospect in the art world. She decided to take her father's advice and gain a History of Arts degree, which would mean four years of hard work and a move from the west coast of Scotland to St Andrew's on the east coast, almost two hundred miles away. Kirsten loaded her belongings into the three-year-old Mini Cooper her fat...

By chance

You never know what's waiting for you around the corner

It's funny how situations develop. One minute your are sitting there minding your own business and the next bang, and the whole situation is turned on it's head. Strangely, in Scotland, we do get nice summer days (apart from the dreaded midge's), and this was one of those days. The tourists had been arriving in droves from the ferry, most staying at the campsites with their tents, caravans, or camper vans. Families with s...

How I Became A Slut Part 2

The next day the journey continues used again.

The following morning, I woke and glancing at the clock on the bedside table, I could see it was five thirty am, the room's curtains were open, and the light was streaming in. Getting up, I walked to the full-length mirror, and although I could see red marks across my body, they were not as bad as I had expected. They had been kind to me, which made me wonder what I should expect today; more caning on my arse for sure, an...

How I Became A Slut

My journey from a good collage girl into a slut

This happened a couple of years ago. I had been chatting to a guy online, and after a couple of months, he suggested we meet. It turned out that he only live about two miles from me. Anyway, we arranged to meet at a local park, and he told me which car to look out for. I thought I was meeting a guy of about thirty, but when I arrived at the park and found the car, the guy was nearer sixty, but hey, that was fine. So I got...

In The Beginning, Part 1

The route to a slutty life

My friend and I had a regular date playing tennis at a court in a local park. We were lucky because the summer days were warm and long and we were able to play almost everyday afternoon. When we played we often attracted a small group of watchers from children with the parents to the elderly who were out to enjoy the summer weather, and I suppose it made us play a little better knowing we had an audience. I think it was a...

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