A Teen Girl Discovers The Joys of Mirrors in Masturbation

It was around the same time that I found edging (age 14) when I also learned to spice up my masturbation with a mirror. I came across this precious technique during my many hours at the public library from ages 13-15 reading through all of the books in the sexual self-help section. One book included excerpts from anonymous women writing about what they did to enhance their masturbation and make it really, really good. As you might expect of an autosexual teen with a very high sex drive, this was one of my favorite books. I read particularly arousing sections of it over and over again. One woman in the book described putting the magnifying side of a make up mirror between her legs to watch herself masturbate. She said that seeing her vulva from that angle in all its aroused, engorged glory not only turned her on but completely changed her relationship to her solo sex sessions. Before, she said that she didn't think of herself as having much capacity for sexual pleasure, but after seeing her genitals so swollen and in that state, she had a new found confidence in herself as a sexual being. To say reading this turned me on is an understatement. I absolutely needed to go home and masturbate right then and there. So that's exactly what I did. I already had the experience of examining my vulva with a mirror, but I hadn't thought about masturbating with it until then. If I used the mirror to look at that area, it was because I had long been embarrassed about my protruding inner labia and was concerned about how bad things had gotten "down there." I started masturbating at a very early age and did it very frequently. I worried that the size of my lips, which got big significantly before puberty, was a result of being deformed from constant masturbation. But here was a woman in that book basically writing that seeing the bigness of that area was a positive thing. As I locked the door to my bedroom to keep out my parents, undressed, and placed my mirror between my legs, I anticipated eagerly the experience I was about to have. My vulva appeared in the magnifying side all giant-sized, but instead of feeling worried, I was aroused. I dipped into the vagina with my fingers to get some lubricant, stretching the strands of fluid, and coated the entire area with it. My fingers played around in my pink but darkening folds for a while, working the natural lube all over. I allowed myself to enjoy both the sights and sensations. Then with the mirror in place and my eyes glued on the action, I went to town on myself. The right hand index and middle fingers located my usual sweet spot to the right of my clitoral shaft while my left hand pulled my labia back as usual. I did myself in the usual way, circling my sweet spot, but the visual feedback made for a very unusual experience. My labia turned crimson. They swelled. My bead like clitoral glans got big and pointy. The circling motions of my fingers made my lips undulate and move in interesting ways. My vagina continued to secrete clear fluid. It dripped down my perineum and stretched into strands every time I took my fingers away briefly to adjust position. The entire area was a glorious, glistening mess. I orgasmed, of course. My fingers rubbed and rubbed furiously while I came, turning into a blur. My orgasm contractions were visible as a slight fluttering in the perineum. I have to admit, I was sure the intensity of my orgasmic experience would have been more visually impressive, but I had to accept that as monumental the experience was for me, the outward appearance of those contractions would be subtle. (Years later, I discovered that the contractions are more visible near the anus, and if I wanted to see them more clearly, I had to do mirror masturbation seated on a wooden chair lined with a towel instead of on a soft mattress where I sink in more.) At the age of 14, I was already an edger and a mirror user. There are more mirror stories to tell, but I will save them for another day.