Maria Aphrodite’s Story (Afrodite Night)

When I got my first period, none of my friends had entered menstruation and I was not only ashamed of having my period, I was terrified of having my secret discovered, so I stayed at home each month for the four to five days of my period. I could shave off the evidence of hair from my legs, under my arms and my pussy, too. But I could not ignore my budding breasts. I was fit and slim and my breasts firmly stood out 3-4 inches from my chest. I was forced into a supportive bra before my friends even had little buds of breasts. I wore loose blouses to disguise my breasts, but the older I got, the bigger they got and the jeers from boys turned into cheers of adoration. Suddenly, my curse had become my source of attraction from many male admirers and the curse of those who had mocked me in the past.


I was thrilled! I had many dates which resulted in heavy make out sessions starring my more than ample breasts, but I had not yet met. A young man who captured my heart enough for me to give into him fully.

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