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My obsession with balloons goes back to when I was a girl growing up in Texas. My best friend's mother had a business where she'd entertain at birthday parties, etc. and that's where it all began for me.
People would hire my friend's mom and a friend of hers to throw their kids parties with games, activities, clowns, juggling, etc.
Because of that balloons were plentiful at her house. You should've seen her storage room! There had to have been thousands of balloons of all shapes, sizes, colors, etc.!
At first it wasn't a sexual thing for me. I just really loved balloons. Who doesn't like balloons at that age? They're colorful and fun!
My friend's mother used to let us play with balloons whenever we wanted to. It was cheap entertainment and she was probably happy to keep us out of her hair! LOL!
We used to blow them up and see who could blow them up the biggest. I'd always stop short of popping them though because I didn't want to have it explode in my face. That was too scary.
What I did enjoy though was almost making them pop! Something about walking that fine line really excited me. I was too young to be sexually turned on by that, but I got a great thrill out of it nonetheless!
My friend thought it was kinda odd that I loved balloons so much, but she liked jumping rope and I didn't give her a hard time about that! LOL! ; )
Fast forward to puberty and things changed. Suddendly seeing my friend's mom blow up balloons really turned me on! She had to have been not too much older than I am now and was a total hottie!
She had long blonde hair, a great body with long legs and great tits! She didn't wear a bra often and had hard nipples all the time so it was quite a sight! BTW, if you haven't guessed already...I'm bi. ; )
Seeing her blow up balloons was a huge turn on and frankly made me wet. Thankfully I wasn't a guy because I would've had a hard on all the time and my secret would've been out.
I couldn't tell my friend of course that her mom turned me on and she wouldn't have understood the balloon part of it. Her mom always turned me on, but when she'd interact with balloons I was on cloud 9! I couldn't wait to get home and rub my balloons thinking about her.
I'm no psychologist, but I guess seeing a hot woman with balloons (something I really enjoyed for years) must've sexualized it for me. Would I have got a sexual thrill out of it without my friend's mom in the equation? Who knows?!!! All I know is balloons drive me wild and just seeing them gets me going!!! ; )
Fast forward all these years now and my obsession with balloons has never gone away. It's a part of my life and I wouldn't want it any other way. I love everything with balloons on it. Friends and family think I just like them like others like clowns or dogs or whatever. Not everyone understands this and I don't often have anyone to share this with. That's why I'm happy I found ya'll!
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