When I was about four or five, my mom got me a rocking horse that once belonged to her (her mom had kept it in the attic and I guess she decided I would like it). I can remember riding it and getting a wonderful feeling between my legs. It wasn't until later that I realized I had been masturbating, although I didn't come back then. The first time I came, I was about ten, and it was from humping a pillow.
Now I like to rub myself against things, like pillows, the edge of my mattress, and even a teddy bear I have. It is wonderful.
I have lots of stories about my past, since I was what you would call sexually precocious. I will tell you about them if you want.