I am not a fan of masturbation but I do it anyway. When I was a kid I would rub my pussy against my matress and enjoy the sensations. There was one conversation with my best friend in primary school when I told her about this and she advised me to use my hand. Mostly I was too embarrassed to talk about feelings 'down there'.
I started masturbating when I was 14. I used to read graphic sex scenes in novels and explore myself with my fingers. One night I lay there with a book open and my right hand under the covers and something changed. I dropped the book and let my mind go in a slew of fantasies while my hand worked gently and furiously. When my first orgasm came I was amazed, I didn't know what it was, I thought God had given me a special gift and lay there thanking him. I quickly lost the innocence of that first experience and learnt to experiment with what I fantasized, what I read and how I touched myself. The best way was when I lay on my front with a teddy bear poitioned so that its nose was under my clit, I would hump that nose to the most incredible orgasms.
There were a few months when I used an illness to go to bed early just so I could masturbate numerous times in the night.
I started to feel guilty about my masturbating habits and tried to stop but then I started dating and discovered the joys of mutual masturbation. My first boyfriend would spend hours licking me out and it was nice but it wasn't until my (now) husband fingered me to orgasm that I got to share that expreience with anyone.
We're both christians. When we were dating we would lay under a blanket on the settee in my parent's basement living room and watch a film. Under the blankets we would touch each other and teach each other about our bodies. Even when someone came down to talk to us we would touch each other in a way no-one could know. It was a suprise when he fingered me to orgasm. I didn't tell him at the time but later, at his house, we explored that expreience thoroughly.
Years later I discovered Solo touch. The first few days after I found it I sat in our study (hiding what I was reading from my husband). It was dark outside and light in the room and I was always concsious that anyone who looked at the window could see me. I would sit at the desk with my hand down my trousers, discovering orgasm agfter orgasm while I read the stories on here. I've really enjoyed the female-female stories and even wondered about finding a partner myself.
I didn't feel like I could enjoy your stories without sharing my own so here it is. Thank you all.