My secret spot
When I first discovered self pleasure I was always looking to do it and I’d do it in the garage attic a lot. I remeber going up there in the summer and it would be so hot dirty and dusty up there, I still remember the musty smell. Crazy how things like that get engrained In your memory. There was an old saw horse up there that I would straddle and grind on to orgasm. I remember my feet barely touched the floor on my tippy toes when straddling it. For some reason I liked grinding on hard objects (check my hobby horse technique). I remeber it would be such a rush doing it up there feeling like I was doing something wrong and doing it naked afraid I’d get caught but so turned on. I spent a lot of time in that garage attic
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