Exploration

It's true, as my husband said in his story (see link above), that I love hearing about his masturbatory escapades from when he was younger. Sometimes, I ask him to elaborate and make stuff up to get me even hotter.

While I'm sitting here, I can still catch the musky scent of pussy on my fingers, even though I washed my hands three times. I've been glued to the computer screen for hours reading juicy stories on Solo Touch... and touching myself.

For as long as I can remember, I've been into self-stimulation. When I was just three or four years old, I would feel excitement and want to touch my crotch. I started fantasizing at about the same age. Late at night, with the covers tented over me, I would imagine a Dr. examining my bum, putting his fingers inside my crack and inspecting everything in there. While I thought about it, I would gently rub and squeeze myself and clench my pelvic muscles until I felt like I had to pee. Then I would just stop and go to sleep, because I didn't have an orgasm until I was older.

When I was about ten, I started to have overwhelming urges to play with myself. I had a friend introduce me to porn magazines (that's a story for another day), but just about anything remotely sexual would be enough to turn me on. Dictionary definitions, catalogue pages, a bra left lying around the house, or even a cartoon drawing of boobs would do the trick!

So I didn't start to have orgasms until I was twelve or thirteen, but I was already constantly horny and I played with myself often. Once I started to have orgasms, I would masturbate three or four times a day, no matter where I was or how long it took. I spent a lot of time in the bathroom, but it was definitely helpful that my parents always left books in there with sex scenes in them. At first, I did not find it easy to reach an orgasm, so I would rub myself for an hour or more, until I was definitely pretty sore and with a tired hand! My family thought I had a lot of bathroom troubles, or so they pretended. I'm sure they knew.

Anyway, there is one time in particular I recall from when I was about twelve. My bedroom was in the basement so that my two sisters and I could each have some privacy. My dresser, lamp, table and bed were all arranged on a bedroom-sized piece of carpet on the middle of the cement floor. I enjoyed being away from my family, where I could masturbate frequently without interruption.

Late one night, I got out of bed feeling really horny. At first, I smoothed my hand down the front of my pyjama shirt to feel my breasts through the fabric. Then I slid my hand up my shirt and rubbed my nipples with my palm. I loved how they felt, all puffy and soft. I lightly slapped my hand on them to feel how they sprang up erectly in response. I liked to hear the smacking sound when my hand hit them.

As I got hotter, I took my pyjamas right off, but I had an idea to put on a pair of my silky panties. I was shivering with delight by this point. I sat down on the edge of the bed and with my fingers, I tried lightly caressing my pussy through the fabric. The feeling was electric! I gently scratched my fingernails over the soft mound my lips made, until I found an area that gave me intense sensations. I didn't know what a clitoris was, but I liked the way that spot felt. I felt an urgency and scratched harder. My legs stretched out and my hips drove my pussy right up off the bed. It felt so good, I couldn't control myself.

I threw myself down face down onto the floor, and started 'humping' the carpet (a friend showed me how to hump), which created vibrations of pleasure in my pussy. I started to rub my tits on the scratchy carpet, loving the slight pain it brought. As the sensations built up, I frantically felt like I needed something more. I pulled off my underwear. To my surprise, a long thread of clear juice slid down my leg. I looked down at my panties and saw a small pool of liquid there, probably one or two spoonfuls. I dipped my fingers in it and felt its slipperiness, then I put my hand up to my nose and sniffed it. Finally it was too much to take.

I scooched across the carpet until the top half of my body was above the cold cement floor. I lay down and smacked and rubbed my tits onto the cement floor. The sound was loud and it felt like a very naughty thing to do. Uncontrollably, I finally rubbed my bare crotch back and forth on the rough carpet a few times until I felt like I had to pee... and then I did, a little bit.

Finally, feeling a bit embarrassed by my antics, I put my pyjamas back on and tried my best to clean up the spot of pee. Thank goodness it was gone by the next morning!

I tried lots of different things over the years, but that was one of the most crazy times I had. I think it marked a transition between my childlike earlier strokes and my mature orgasmic jilling.

Anyway, I have tons more stories to share, if anyone is interested in reading them. Maybe it's too weird!