I wouldn’t dream of listing all the techniques I use to get myself off. Anyway, they have changed so much over the years From the days when I was way too scared to put even a finger inside myself, to the kinds of things I do now.
That said, I suppose there are multiple variations that could loosely be presented under three headings.
The erotic
The romantic
The quickie.
To take them in reverse order….
The quickie.
This happened when I’ve been wet all day, and get to a point when I simply must cum. Unfortunately, the moment when I really want to cum often coincides with a situation where there are other people around me, or I can only grab a few minutes of privacy. It also coincides with me wearing clothing unsuited to masturbation, such as jeans or pants.
So, I will excuse myself and find a restroom. Once safely behind a locked door, I will squat, scoot my jeans and panties down ove my ass and put both hands behind my calves and over my bum cheeks. Then I have a choice. One finger on my clit (obviously) and a finger from my other hand either in my cunny or in my bum. The orgasm will happen in seconds, and it’s made all the stronger by having to keep quiet.
Variations on this are usually what I’m fantasising about at the time. I sometimes adopt this squat position actually ON the toilet bowl. This is very handy if I squirt or pee as I cum.
The Romantic
Easily my longest route to orgasm, the romantic way doesn’t have an erotic thought or dirty word in it. It begins with Miss Brain putting me in that kind of mood which, come to think of it, is usually the day before my period, or even during it. I usually feel hyper-feminine then. I will pick out clothing with care, always a dress, and always very feminine underwear rather than the boring but useful cotton bikinis I usually wear. This time, it’s silk or lace all the way. I need to be alone, and at no risk of interruption. That doesn’t mean it’s always in my room on my bed, but it can be. I will imagine being deeply in love with someone. It might be someone I know, or someone who is totally a figment of my imagination. S/he kisses me, caresses me, slowly undresses me as they take me into a world of gentleness, soft touches, kisses, stroking my face, my neck, my breasts and my tummy before entering on my little Pearl.
By the time my hand slips into my panties, I am wet….ready……I spread my legs imagining him/her about to enter me and take my virginity. I give myself several false starts….little pushes at my imaginary hymen until s/he asks me if I’m ready. I whisper “Yes…oh yes.” And then I will plunge two fingers deep inside myself. I will gasp or maybe even cry out as my hymen tears.
There is no animalistic fucking, there is a gentle merging of two bodies which culminates in me cumming just as my fantasy lover cums inside me.
(Note….I NEVER squirt during this type of masturbation….I’ve just realised. Oh, I get super-wet, but no squirting.)
The erotic
The erotic masturbation session is, for me, always ‘dirty’. Accompanying fantasies can be anything from me being (willingly) raped, to me being gang banged…fucked in public by a total stranger…..there can even be a ‘grungy’ element to it, such as me being fucked by a hobo, or a dirty old man. But sometimes, there is no fantasy at all….it all centres on ME being disgusting and dirty.
A dress…always a dress. Darkish panties….always a colour that shows wetness. Weather permitting, always outdoors. That doesn’t mean always good, sunny weather. I’ve done this mid winter with snow on the ground.
I will dress as I have stated, then spend some time walking to wherever I’m going to do myself. On the way, I will have a conversation with myself, anticipating what I’m going to do, and calling myself dirty names. If there’s no one else around, I will talk out loud, “You dirty little cunt…..” that kind of thing.
When I’m good and ready, I will already have soaked through the panties. Squatting down will enable me to not only smell my own cunt but see the dark stains of moisture on the panties. Then, slowly, I will expose my boobs by pulling my dress over my shoulders. I’m half undressed now and just about ready.
Slowly, almost painfully slowly, I will pee into my panties. This breaks every taboo I was ever taught. Nice girls don’t have wet panties, and nice girls most definitely don’t wet themselves like this….Ah, but then, I’m not a nice girl today.
I may time my peeing to occur just as I cum. It’s tricky to get the timing right, but sensational when I do! Other times, I will enjoy peeing myself for the pleasure it give me, and THEN masturbate to orgasm. After, I may take the panties off and leave them or more often that not I might walk back in them enjoying the post cum feeling and the wetness that, by now, is running down my legs.
Most used fantasies.
Being made love to by a gorgeous guy
Being made love to by a beautiful girl.
Reliving my first time
Being someone else’s first time.
Being fucked in public by someone i don’t know. (I am so tempted to actually do this one)
Leaving my creamy panties somewhere and then finding them gone. Wondering what whoever took them is doing.
Being gang banged.
Having my clothes ripped off me and being forced.
Age/role play. I enjoy acting underage for and with others. I can be a very convincing 15 year old!
Actually, that last one, I’ve just realised, I use more often that I thought. It usually goes along the lines of me explaining “these strange feelings I’ve been having….and why do I get so wet between my legs” to someone…maybe a teacher…maybe even my dad!
Which brings me on to a confession. I have….and I do….masturbate thinking about my dad. I’ve seen his cock, both soft and erect, and I won’t deny it….it turns me on like crazy. Sometimes, I imagine I can even feel it inside me. I can just imagine him lying on his back and me lowering myself onto it. I would love to make him cum inside me!
Maybe if I had a brother id fantasies about him too. (I have an imaginary brother for masturbation purposes, but I do often wonder, what if I had a real brother?)
Mum and dad have sex most nights. They have really high sex drives, I think. I know I would never do anything with my dad unless my mum was OK with it, and sometimes, it scares me a little. What if she WAS ok with it? What then? Would I go through with it?
Oh fuck….see? Even saying this has gotten me wet as hell! Fortunately, I’m not dressed yet and these panties are yesterday’s. I can see his tanned body and that enormous cock now!
Oh fuck!
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