I remember masturbating with a small wooden bead on my clit and it felt so good. Better than good, it felt amazing. As a girl in the 1970's I often wore skirts to school and it was easy to access my panties and pussy.
I moved to catholic school and was brainwashed to a less enjoyable view of body exploration. Regardless, hormones kicked in and I began to explore my clit more. I found that putting something hard on my clit allowed me to grind on my tummy until I found release.
Now, at age 53, I have a Smurfette figurine that I can slip between my pink lips and edge with no one the wiser. I get so slippery wet with that blue toy and I have worn her to work and to the store. The walking and sitting in public with my clit being teased is always too much and I have to escape to a bathroom and behave like the naughty girl I am. Usually I pick my skirt up and slide my panties down slightly and face the door.
I'm so hot now I'm getting her from my nightstand and inserting her.
My husband doesn't know I enjoy getting off like this alone. Or while he is asleep beside me.
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