From the day Viagri was born, her entire D.N.A. was extremely sexual — as was her mother’s, a popular prostitute who loved her chosen vocation. Viagri was raised in a grandly sex-positive environment, a classy brothel where all activity, conversation and culture was highly sexual.
Viagri’s mother encouraged her from a very early age to touch herself in certain sensitive places and enjoy the pleasurable sensations that resulted. The other beautiful ladies in the brothel competed to think of new ways to introduce sexual pleasures to their young protege. Viagri’s brain was marinated in sexual thoughts, while her body enjoyed every orgasmic experience that a young girl could have.
Every bedtime story read to the young Viagri was pornographic, with beautiful erotic pictures. The heroines in these stories were sexy ladies who lusted for highly sexed men to fuck them. The villains were antisex religious prudes who claimed that sex was sinful, and tried to prevent the sexy ladies and men from fucking. But with much clever ingenuity and maneuvering, the lovers always invented new ways to reunite.
Today, an adult Viagri candidly acknowledges her personal views:
“I love men, and I love their cocks! Those are the sources of my best orgasms. Just as a girl who’s ticklish cannot really tickle herself, my best sex is with my male companions. And I need several of them, because so far I haven’t found a single man who can fuck as often as I desire. My intense sexual desires make me exude my sexuality — I can’t resist it — and this causes guys to have involuntary erections, so that they become conscious only of how desperately they want to fuck me.
“As a single lady who has to make her own living, people tell me I should be a prostitute like my mother, but I never charge money for sex — I make too many sexual demands on my guys. Maybe I should be a dominatrix, but I’m too submissive for that either. I do a lot of escorting though, and I insist on having sex with my clients as part of my compensation, so maybe I’m almost a prostitute. But I’m too restless and adventurous to confine myself to just one thing.
“I crave physical and intellectual challenges, outmaneuvering and outthinking my adversaries, and so I often accept assignments as a kind of private investigator. There’s always a need for it, as there are lots of men and women who hurt other people. And in this sexually repressed society, the victims who get the least help are the frequently shunned ladies in the sex trades — the porn performers, the strip dancers, and especially the prostitutes. I regard these ladies as unsung heros, angels of mercy bringing sexual healing to a sexually starved society, and so I am especially eager to assist them.
“I was born and raised in a high class brothel, where from a very early age I saw and heard all about the many joys of sex from my mother and the other beautiful ladies who performed there. The brothel had an extensive library of pornography, and all those glamorous visuals were very inspiring to me. I knew very early that this is what I wanted to aspire to. I wanted to be the most sexually developed female I could possibly be.
“This desire led to an interest in body development, which led to an interest in gymnastics, dance and the martial arts, where I excelled through years of practice.
“My tits began to grow at age eleven. By age thirteen they were magnificently large, and this made me the object of teasing and ridicule from the other kids at school. Simultaneously, my pussy was raging with sexual desires that were quite overwhelming. In time I noticed that the teasing from the boys seemed to be mostly a cover up for a curiosity and desires of their own, while the teasing from the girls seemed much more mean spirited, a rather malicious expression of envy mixed with prudish condemnation. I began to feel sympathy for the boys, and wished that at least one of them would be bold enough to ask to have sex with me, while I increasingly felt resentment toward the girls, and wished that they would all get thoroughly laid and have to admit that they liked it. Increasingly, I carried myself and my bulging tits with determined pride and defiance.
“Today, along with my bulging tits, my pussy lips are so engorged that they unavoidably rub each other whenever I move my legs — which means that I can’t walk or run anywhere without becoming so sexually stimulated that I begin hyperventilating. So I desperately need a man to fuck me. When he does, my orgasms explode inside me and radiate throughout my whole body. When I feel so much joy and ecstasy in my body, the whole world looks brighter, and I can face each day with renewed enthusiasm. I absolutely love it!
“My big bulging tits are a fashion statement and a political statement. I love sex, and I revel in my orgasms and in my spontaneous relationships today with the many men who share with me so many pleasures. If I am a slut, I wear that title proudly. I admit it’s not pleasant to be scorned by prudes, but it would be worse to live a life of denial, devoid of the pleasures of sex and companionship with positive, likeminded people. Why endorse and give power to negative people whose values are the very antithesis of my own? I think the time is overdue for sexually positive people to come out of the closet.”