Sometimes nothing beats a night home alone.
When I was younger, I didn't date much. I always masturbated, though. I lost my virginity at 16, and have been with a few people since then. When I moved to a new city for college, I started seeing a lot of different people. Of course not sleeping with all of them, but I've seen and felt a variety of penises, and felt a variety of hands working on me. Something about moving to a new city and meeting all these new people has been very exciting. I think I was just sick of all the boys I lived with where I grew up.
Anyway, yes, I've been with a few lovers. I've soaked the sheets with sweat during sex, I've moaned guys' names as they've fingered me, and I've enjoyed the pleasures of mutual masturbataion. Sometimes, though, nothing can compare to a night home alone, don't you think?
I love the control I can exercise over my own body. I like to start rubbing my clit when I'm hardly aroused at all, so I can feel with my fingers the build up of excitement. I feel myself begin to get wet, and rubbing becomes easier, then wetter and wetter and I have to rub harder and harder. It's also true that nothing compares to a man inside you, but guys never know exactly what you're feeling. They don't know (unless you tell them) when you need it faster or harder, or where that exact little extra sensitive spot is. Once I feel like I'm getting ready to cum, I like to edge as long as I can. I take myself as close as I can, head thrown back, panting, and stop at the last second before it's too late. I do that as many times as I can, until my body just completely takes over and won't let me stop. Then it's waves of ecstasy.