Peta Pumkin’s sexual life began as an attempt to secure a caring relationship. My early years were tormented by a distinct feeling that I was not wanted and was in the way. A divorced father I never knew, Mama a prominent socialite (she still is) with no time at all for me between outings and male companions. Left in the care of a Nanny until I was old enough to be shunted off to a boarding (residential) school I was constantly seeking acceptance. School “friends” came and went, the years droned on and suddenly it seemed puberty arrived and I found that I was attractive to those of the opposite sex. Sex it was that attracted them and I was quite willing to “put out” in return for what I thought was affection. As you can guess I was soon disillusioned as I was seeking something that was not there in the first place. The only things I had that attracted these “affectionate” companions were two hands, two orifices, two breasts and one mouth complete with tongue, I learnt how to use them all. I soon developed a liking for being wanted, no matter for what reason. The sex for me was a mechanical no feeling means to an end that did not materalise. I would do it with anyone that wanted it, anyway they desired, any place, any time. I did not keep count of how many times I “put out” but I had sex every day/night, apart from period time, with multiple partners, on many occasions eight or ten different ones and often serviced two at a time. I was “famous” and the lads and some older ones came from far and wide to have their rocks off. I was the local SLUT (in capital letters) and deservedly earned the nickname of “THE TWO DOLLAR WHORE”. “She will give you a freebie if you don’t have the money”. Another tasty piece of advice being bantered around; “Get her early as she gets quite sloppy later”. I didn’t care; at least I was getting all the attention I needed. I led this life for nearly two years, becoming more and more debased and with this returned the feeling of absolute worthlessness; On one rare, at that time, “non depressed” day I asked myself; “OK. Peta where can I go from here? The dominant thought; Move from your environment, be more selective in who you mate with, maybe there is a “Mister Right” out there, try to develop a liking for sex with the right guy, others have succeeded why not you? Sounds easy! Is there anyone out there who has had to transform themselves from being an absolute slut to become “Miss Goody Two Shoes”? I thought I had when I eventually found the ideal man in all respects. I lived for a while in a land of sexual Utopia, with an affectionate caring man. I was in heaven until the deceitful two timer dumped me into the pits of despair. I will continue recounting this “thread of my life” at a later time.