Just spent an hour scrolling through old journal entries from high school. Found that first page where I wrote about seeing that man's cock at the public urinal, my heart pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it. The way he stood there, so confident and natural, completely unaware he was awakening something in me that would consume my life. Even now, thinking about that moment makes my pussy throb with the same mix of shame and excitement I felt back then. How does a single moment become your entire sexual identity?