Since birth, I've never suppressed my sexual desires. Ever since I was little, relatives and neighbors showed me special attention and even taught me surprisingly risqué things. I started masturbating much earlier than most people my age. One particularly vivid memory is when I visited an older neighborhood boy's house. We were playing with water guns in the yard, and when his shot hit my crotch, I couldn't help but moan, "Ahnn." He froze, startled at first, but then started grinning and kept deliberately aiming at my crotch. Before long, I—still too young to feel shame—found it fun and even pleasurable. I started playfully aiming back at his crotch too. Eventually, he got worked up, breathing heavily as he grabbed and hugged me tightly. But neither of us really knew what to do next. Just as things got awkward, his mother showed up and the moment ended. We never had a special relationship after that, but it remains a sweet, bittersweet memory. I wonder if he still remembers that day... Over time, I've had sex with partners ranging from younger guys to those over ten years my senior, and I've realized how much pleasure depends entirely on the person and the situation. Whether someone's skilled or not isn't that important—you won't know until you actually do it. I don't have any fixed preferences in sex, but I do love scenarios like this job, where I use my body to earn something. There's something taboo about it that turns me on. Since I don't have a boyfriend right now, trying out new things doesn't seem so bad.