The Joys of Jacking

First off, I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate this site. It's the first tasteful page I've found about actual masturbation techniques and stories and such. Thanks! I started masturbating when I was in at least third grade. I remember crossing my legs and hooking a foot under the peg of the chair and squeezing, but at the time I didn't realize it was considered masturbation. I didn't even realize what masturbation was, really. I'd only really be able to get myself completely off if I were doing something 'bad', though. For instance, I remember I was outside during recess and I was sitting on the swings, and the bell had rung. I was supposed to go inside, but instead I stayed on the swing and squeezed my legs together. Eventually I would get this incredibly pleasing feeling in my stomach and crotch, and then I'd run inside hoping I wouldn't get in trouble. I tried to talk to my mother about it once, thinking there was something wrong with me, but it didn't go far. I felt awkward and dropped it.

I don't remember exactly how I discovered the joys of actual masturbation, but lord, am I glad I did. I don't know what provoked me to try it out, but I managed to bring myself to a breathtaking orgasm with my faithful squiggle writer- those things you can get at dollar stores that you're supposed to write with. It's harmless enough, kept in a drawer, my mother never suspected anything out of the ordinary. I used that thing religiously until I was about seventeen, when I moved onto bigger and better things. Pardon the pun.. ha ha.

When I was sixteen, I was raped. That set a very unhappy tone for my sex life in the years to come. I avoided sexual encounters, and felt only really comfortable when I was alone. Often times I would lock myself in my room, and a lot of aggression was let out in orgasm. I felt I was the only person who could pleasure myself, I only really felt comfortable by myself. Then, I eventually gathered the courage to buy a vibrator online. (I spend a lot of time in front of this thing...) Oh the joy I felt when it came in the mail. I still have that one amongst a collection I've acquired over the years. I think my favorite way to get off would either be in the shower, with a massaging shower head. I'll lie down in the tub, and spread my legs as far as they will go without cramping. I'll allow the water to run over my body; I'll concentrate on my nipples, and then slowly lead the flow of water over my vagina, just barely letting the water come in contact with my clit. I'll press the head against the lips and suck in the water, release it, and then continue until I feel myself close to coming. When I can't take it anymore, I'll spread my lips as far as they'll go and let the spray hit my clit directly. Almost instantly I'll buck into an orgasmic euphoria.

I also love mutual masturbation. I love being fingered. Over the years, I've become more comfortable with other people touching my body. When I was married only three years ago, I had completely changed from when I was a teen. My husband is entirely devoted to my loving of masturbation. He loves to watch, and we'll take turns watching each other getting off. I love so much when I'm fingering myself or using my toys to get off, and he'll be only inches away from me, caressing me. When I'm about to come, I'll feverishly guide his hand to my vagina; he inserts a three fingers into my vagina and rubs my clit with his thumb. He'll use his middle finger to stroke my g-spot until I have an explosive orgasm, usually resulting in coming all over the place. I hate making messes.. when it involves mind-blowing orgasms, I truly don't mind. Also, I'm a bit of a voyeur. I love the idea of somebody else watching me pleasure myself. If my husband's not home, I'll masturbate in front of a window. Our bed is caddycorner to a large window, which overlooks a busy road and a gas station. I'll open the blinds just enough to allow someone who's really looking hard to see what I'm doing an eyeful. Sometimes I'll even get a chair or something to sit on, spread my legs so that my vagina is in direct sight and finger myself, with the thought that I might be supplying somebody with masturbation material for weeks. Quirky little fantasies.

Thanks for reading, happy masturbating!