I had to have been all of nine or ten at the time. Riding my brother's bike and accidentally bumping the bar in between the seat and the handle bars. I remember wanting to cry, but soon the pain gave way to a throbbing that made me go behind the house and rub that spot over and over until I felt like I was going to wet my pants with excitement. I don't know if it was the fear of getting caught by my mother, or if it was the feeling I got from playing with myself.
That night, as I laid in bed before falling asleep, I spread my legs as wide as they would go. I then took both of my hands and reached down to spread my pussy lips open. I started rubbing my clit in little circles. I am married and have discovered other ways of pleasuring myself. My spouse knows and loves to watch me, that seems to heighten my excitement, with him watching. Toys, Fruit, you name it I've tried it. Life is Good.