Holy cow! Was that an orgasm?
I have always been behind my peers when it comes to love and matters of sexuality. When we were in elementary school I completely missed a movie, only to experience it alone several years later, in high school. I have never kissed a guy (or gal, ew), had a boyfriend, or even held hands with a boy...*sigh*...not that I am ugly or deformed, but I choose to dress conservatively, and only very religious guys ever seem interested in me. A characteristic I find to be a major turn off.
Recently I have been feeling quite depressed about the whole thing, and found myself feely very horny. I wasn't sure where to start, as I have never been very successful at masturbation. So while poking around the internet I decided to look up instruction for satisfying this urge (could you guess I'm an engineering student). I came across this site, and began reading all the stories and feeling extremely aroused.
Not feeling comfortable using my fingers I searched frantically for something with which to stimulate myself. I have a lot of junk in my room but none of it seemed appropriate, until I saw the glass iced tea bottle sitting on the floor beside my recycling box. I set it down on its side on the chair and placed myself on top of it. Rocking gently back and forth it provided just the right stimulation to all the bits down under.
As I continued to read the articles I became more and more aroused and rocked faster and harder. However I wasn't feeling any of the things that I expected to feel by reading the articles and decided that I was not capable of inducing an orgasm in myself not that I felt I wanted to have one anyway.
Then, getting bored of sitting on the bottle, I moved it in front of myself on the chair and began rocking into the bottom of it rhythmically. It was the best sensation I had ever felt, and I kept doing it, wondering all the time if it would lead to orgasm and expecting it wouldn't. After a short time I began feeling different than I had before and almost would have stopped if not for some advice from another article. Then it happened, I couldn't continue rocking, I just stopped in my tracks. I could feel myself contracting and relaxing all over and could see my leg shaking slightly.
Now if only I could find a boyfriend...or an experimental cousin.