My love affair with the arm of my sofa.
I was 13 or 14 and just beginning to explore my body. My friends and I would talk about what little we knew about sex. We had that one friend who had some experience and would go into detail. I couldn't wait to be alone to replay our conversations in my head. I would lay in bed at night and touch myself or grind against the heal of my foot. I came close but had never gotten there.
One day I was home alone and was watching tv straddling the arm of the sofa. When I moved it to get comfortable it felt really good. I began humping the arm slowly at first then picked up the pace. The faster I went the better it felt. My eyes were closed, and I was so close. I heard someone and opened my eyes, and my older brother was standing there watching me. I was almost at the point of no return. He said to me, "don't stop, go faster" He kept saying, "faster, faster..." over and over. Then it finally happened. It was the best feeling that I had ever experienced. I looked at my brother and ran away in embarrassment.
Every now and then when we were alone, he'd ask me if he could watch me when I rode the sofa. He would talk me through it until I came. I still think of those time when I masturbate.
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