ADRENALINE . . .

 

 

 

Growing up the youngest and the only girl in my Family of seven, I was the fragile Little Princess that everyone protected. In a way it was nice, things were handed to me, I was never in any danger and was always nice and clean.

 

At that time in my childhood this was all I knew. Really can't blame a Child for accepting and fully embracing the position of Little Princess. How would they know, how would I know anything different?

 

How would I know about the much better, much more exciting experiences that I was missing out on every day as a protected Princess.

 

Can't remember exactly when it first started, but the time came I needed to spread my Own Wings, to step outside this dome of protection that was holding me back.

 

Even though I felt it was time, my older Brothers did not. They would keep moving me away from all dangers, holding me back. I'm not angry or hold any grudges over this . . . Life is too short.

 

Actually, I think I owe them a big 'Thank You', because all of this is what led to my first experience with Adrenaline.

 

Ever play a Video Game where your character has to rely on Stealth to complete their Mission? Slowly sneaking around while trying to not get caught? Hiding behind a piece of furniture or around the corner as you watch you Enemies Patrolling the area?

 

If you've ever played a Stealth game you've experienced Adrenaline also . . . that odd tingle, feel of both pleasure and nerves at the same time in your core. The longer the Stealth mission goes the more Adrenaline you feel.

 

Now imagine that same Stealth mission, but you're a young girl, sneaking around, attempting to get out of the house you've been held a Captive in. Your Enemies, your Brothers, are on constant patrol using random incoherent patterns.

 

Am sure they had purpose in their patterns, just made no sense and made my escape that much harder . . . that much more exciting. Hiding quietly, silently behind the couch as I'm being slowly surrounded . . . this was the moment the Adrenaline kicked in . . . OMG!

 

It was like a drug, I was breathing heavy, holding my hands over my mouth trying to stay silent, slowly getting dizzy and ready to pass out from the mix of feelings deep in my core.

 

The Enemies have gathered in the Kitchen for one part of their pattern that wasn't random . . . Beer Break . . . quickly I make it out the door, still breathing heavy until I find some nearby bushes to hide in.

 

Once in the bushes I'd find myself masturbating from the excitement. That tingle, that feeling that started in my core had moved down to my pussy. This did lead to an embarrassing moment with my Oldest Brother who caught me. Seems I was shaking the bush a little too hard . . . and yes, I mean that both ways.

 

Once I had that first moment of Adrenaline, I couldn't get enough. I needed more of it and needed it more often. On future Stealth missions I'd purposely take a bad path, causing myself to get cornered, possibly get caught by the Enemies . . . the Adrenaline would kick in even more.

 

Once free again from the prison I would pet a dog I didn't know or go down Killer Hill even though my bike had no breaks. Getting more and more rushes of Adrenaline . . . that tiny tingle of excitement in my core, which for some reason would also travel downward giving me sexual pleasure.

 

Each year that went by my need for Adrenaline and the pleasures that came with, increased along with how Extreme an experience needed to be to fully satisfy me. When I was still a little girl seeing the Sharks swim in a tank at the Zoo was exciting.

 

By age 21 you could find me in a Shark Cage as they swam just outside, every so often bumping into the Cage, as I'd feel that tingle. It only took a few more years until I needed to be in the water with the Sharks without a Cage.

 

That was the moment when it finally made sense exactly what my needs were. To be fully satisfied there can't be a Safety-Net to protect me from anything that could happen.

 

For that Adrenaline and its accompanying sexual excitement to happen, at it's fullest levels, the Danger Must Be Real.

 

Applying my own personal "No Safety-Net Rule", since that point I've upped the Danger in all of my experiences. Going over the list of Extreme Life Experiences and repeating them with my New Rule has brought my Adrenaline and physical pleasures to new levels I didn't know was possible.

 

Cliff Diving? Yes, but how about Cliff Diving where you don't know the depth of the water? Skydiving? Yes, but that Emergency Chute was a Safety Net and had to go.

 

Going to the local Dive Bar with a Trusty friend who has your back while looking for a one-night stand? Of course, that's fun, but try the same without a Wing-woman.

 

Make sure you fully scrubbed clean of any smells that may attract the Sharks? Fuck that! I want to hand feed them a nice Raw T-bone Steak! That's all scheduled and in place for my 28th Birthday.

 

Just the thought of that, which is still months away is helping to feed my needs, my needs for Adrenaline and pleasure . . . I've brought myself to several very intense orgasms just imaging it.