write my life's story

This last summer (2008) I attended a Life Story Class at BYU Education Week. It was phenomenal. I decided I would like to write my life story. I am making lists of events, favorite things, books I have read etc. These list help to spark memories for me to record. I also participated in a journaling class at jessicasprague.com in November. It was fantastic!

Well about my beginnings I was raised by my Mother and an Aunt in Scotland, in a very disciplined household, and as far back as I can remember was often grabbed by the hair and put over their knee and spanked quite hard. As a result I think they played a big part in my ‘development’ be being too strict, as I became very shy and introverted, I had no father that I knew as he left us before I was of an age to really remember him. I developed a high pain threshold and never thought of myself as being an ‘endorphin junky’ but there were
times when I would do things deliberately that would result in my being punished and sent to my room where at least I could live in my own ‘fantasy’ world. I was never made to feel adequate, in fact the opposite is true as I was expected to be a ‘high achiever’, so no
matter what I did I was never made to feel it was good enough. In the evenings after school I would have chores to do such as dishes, polishing floors and of course homework, so I didn’t get to go and play with other kids very often. I’d always enjoyed looking at other women and started masturbating at an early age, as I was too introverted to try anything I kept my feelings
inside me. Underwear was not as fashionable or sexy as it is today, but to me, to see the different knickers, bloomers and girdles worn by ladies back then, as well as the stocking tops was a turn-on for me. In Secondary school I made friends with a girl named Helen who liked me, her parents knew my Mother and we were ‘approved’ as friends as we did reasonably well in our schoolwork. This was a time when we were coming of age, we were
aware of our bodies developing and talking about boys etc. and I was masturbating quite regularly by then. Helen had older brothers and through them she could get some books that were pornographic, or ‘dirty books’ as we called them in those days, which she would let me
borrow on occasion to read, and I would sneak them into my room in my school bag. I recall I would visualize myself in the role of the male making love to the woman, as most of the stories were written for men. We would giggle and talk about what was written, finding some of the stories hard to believe, although we did find them erotic and we admitted to each other that we ‘played’ with ourselves when we were aroused by the stories.
Not very exciting, but that was the growing up background that I guess ‘molded me’ so when given the opportunity I was ready to let it happen.

I have written some about my life particularly with other women, and been told I’m quite a good writer and have given some though to writing about my experiences over the years. I would like to share this with another lady who would be interested in exchanging stories with me, particularly if you enjoy erotica.
Rosalyn,