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Rarely, for Better Pleasure

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When I read, how many women masturbate, statistically speaking, I think, this is giving a somewhat wrong impression. Many women, like me, tried it to find out about it, but do not continue to do it afterwards, or only very rarely. In all, I may have done it about ten times in my life, and I can recall most of them.

First I did it to find out, later a few times, when it really felt good, mostly with my husband. Some time, I felt lonely afterwards, so I never do it instead of relating to others. Some time I felt, I could become addicted doing it more often, and it would no longer be the same.

A few times, it was stronger than me, as if somebody had 'pushed a button':

When I put on my first real bra, I got so aroused, that I just had to do it.

Once, when I was at the gynecologist, the nurse prepared me, putting an instrument into my vagina. I felt the handle touching my clitoris, back and forth (at least it felt like that), and I immediately got aroused; my clit swelled, just as the doctor came into the room. I felt very excited sexually, and at the same time resented that the doctor could see me aroused like that, and that the nurse could watch my clit. I suppose, she was either careless preparing me, or got some stimulation out of it. It was a strong sexual feeling nevertheless.

Once I travelled in a night train, and a women on the other side, higher up, seemed to be doing it in the dark. This made me think about it too, and I touched myself for a long time, just enjoying the feeling, without going to the end, which might leave me feeling lonely. I was never quite sure, whether she really did it, or whether it was just the movement of the train that moved her hand. In the morning, when she came down from her bed, another woman, probably her mother, who had slept in the bed above me, opposite her, gave her a slight clap on the ass, mumbling something like: you did it again.

I wondered how she could touch her like that on her really nice underware; what was going on between them?

I am quite happy not masturbating, or only very, very rarely. Thanks to all those women who shared from their experience without exaggerating!



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