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When I Think About You I Touch Myself...

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Switchbit Age: 24 Posted on: 04 Dec 2003 0 comments
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The first of many tales I hope..
First off I think this is a great site. I find reading other people's ideas, experiences and techniques really sexy and inspiring. Secondly this is going to be the first of a series of tales from my childhood and subsequent life.I want to share my sexual growing up, as all my life I've felt ashamed of my urges. On the one hand I was very curious and experimental, with my own and other people's bodies. However because of this being discovered by various adults and children around me, I was made aware that my nature was somehow 'bad', that it was 'dirty' to touch myself and to enjoy it.The first time I remember masturbating myself I was probably about 4. I know I was going to nursery at the time. I remember enjoying touching myself, and I know I used to surreptitiously rub myself against things in class as well as at home. The corners of tables, spines of books, anything I could move gently against without too much suspicion.I always enjoyed having my hands in my pants. I liked the smell and the taste of my cunt, feeling myself wee, stroking my hands around my genitals, even before an age where I could come. I don't remember the first time I orgasmed but I do remember the winter that it first happened.My brother is 2 years younger than me. We were both badly bullied and thus spent more time together than most siblings I suspect. In the winter the year I turned 6, we used to go to our parents' room and get in bed to watch television before we were sent to bed properly. I remember touching myself under the covers like I normally did, just generally stroking my clit (I didn't progress to putting anything inside me until later) and trying not to disturb my brother too much.I know that happened a lot that winter until one night I managed to orgasm. I remember I could only come if I laid on my back with my legs close together, my knees up and my feet flat on the bed. I remember it felt amazing, like the world was falling into me, with white stars behind my eyes.That's the first part of my tale.