Let’s just say that my pussy never failed to stay sopping-wet anytime that I was letting Ray use my vagina to selfishly get his own rocks off during one of our porn video watching sessions. XNXX But don’t get me wrong. Since I happened to be born as a female, I have always had the natural tendency to keep my much-stronger-than-average sex drive repressed and well-hidden, because I wanted to be thought of as being a “nice girl,” instead of a “wanton slut.” And in the United States, it has been my personal experience that a post-pubescent girl automatically gets labeled as being either one, or the other (by both her male and her female peers); and that this behind-the-back, black-or-white, blanket categorization is bestowed upon girls and women in direct response to the level of sexuality that they outwardly display. To be honest with you, Ray’s suggestion sounded kind of crazy to me at the time. And for all practical purposes, the Internet didn’t even exist yet. And that can be taken both figuratively and literally, since you could think of “the tiger” as being my hairy pussy, and “its cage” as being my cotton panties.
