Beginnings of an inner woman

Since I was little I started touching my buttocks, I liked the sensation, during puberty I couldn't resist anymore and I started rubbing my anus with my fingers until one day I inserted one between my buttocks, the sensation was strange, like wanting to do po but with strokes. of pleasure, the action became a habit and my fingers were in charge of searching between my ass in search of the exquisite taste. One day I decided to insert a marker, wow it was much thicker than my fingers, then I tried a bottle of my sister's lotion, curiously it was shaped like a phallus, the feeling of the glass was fantastic. Already at that time I liked to steal my cousin's underwear, they were wonderful, satin, skin-colored, the sensation of that fine fabric against my buttocks and my tiny genitals simply stole my mind and my senses, leaving me captivated. It became my hobby to come home and go into my room to put on some panties and fuck myself, nothing was ever the same again. As time went by, I bought veiled silk stockings, I borrowed panties from my cowgirls, from my sisters, I never wore my mother's panties because at that time they looked like those of an old lady. It is my initial story, myself and little by little I discovered the pleasure of being a woman, of assuming the role of submission and surrender.

Connie