1234 tell me that you love me more

Hi, I’m a simple girl who likes to fuck and be fucked…a lot; I’ve been called a home-wrecker, slut, attention whore, Lolita and so on and so forth.
You see, I struggle with the personal identity crap because I’ve come to realise that a woman can adapt and be anything she wants. I started out my young life as a victim and without even realising it I’ve become a “provocateur”
Definition: Traditionally, an agent provocateur (plural: agents provocateurs, French for “inciting agent”) is a person employed by the police or other law enforcement body to act undercover and entice or provoke another person to commit an illegal act.
When people embrace this logic, they tend to rid themselves of any guilt they have or had after doing some “unmentionable” mentionable things to me. Life is funny that way.
I’ve also heard that people who get attacked or victimised in some way are more likely to be targeted again. I’ve had my fair share; I’ve always attracted complicated situations and answers, when in reality I’m a simple girl.
So I come before you with a cynical view of the world and the people in it.
Life isn’t fair, just eventful.
So what is it you ask that transformed me into this sexual being that I am today?
Well, as I’ve officially became sexually active at the tender age of nine, my tail of sexual escapades actually started at 4 and a half.
Opting for the most economic way of keeping your children under supervision, my mother sent me to a private residence / daycare type of a place. I really liked it, I had a day boyfriend that was a year older than me and I loved playing with the other kids that were there.
The sitter, named Lucie, had two sons, Steve and Dave. Dave was about 13 at the time, Steve was 16. I’ve never liked Steve. I guess he was an angry hormonal teenager but being 4 and a half, I didn’t know that. So I just thought he was mean.
Lucie would often leave us in the afternoon to go do some shopping and she would leave the kids under the supervision of either Dave, her husband or Steve.
I am now old and smart enough to realise all the little special attention Steve gave me. For example, he would often grab me and tickle me or have me in his arms and pretend to be sleeping while holding me tight against him, that “game” always made me panic.
I was pretty cute for my age, I almost always wore dresses, I remember liking the feeling of the fabric and the wind passing through, I still enjoy it.