How I Discovered Masturbation… [Story Time]

Hi Friends!

Happy Friday!! How are you? Are you doing well? Do you have any special plans for this weekend? πŸ™‚ As summer begins to heat up, I thought I would take a moment to share with you a story to make you laugh and put a smile on your face. We all have that one story about our sexual journey that is just hilarious. This is mine. Are you ready? Then let’s dive in!

Let’s rewind the clock to 1999. I had just turned 15 years old and the movie, “American Pie” had come out in theaters. Have you ever seen that movie? If you haven’t, I encourage you to do so. It’s really funny. πŸ™‚ Anyways, so naturally when it came out, my parents (being conservative, Southern, and religious) told me flat out that I was not allowed to go see the movie at the theater with my school friends. At the time I was furious. All of my classmates were talking about what a good movie it was, and how there were so many sex scenes. Being naive to anything about the body, I yearned to see what sex actually looked like! What did… *gasp*!… a penis look like?? (Back then, sex education only had a picture of the internal organs of a man. There was absolutely no pictures of what a penis looked like lol. So I was still in the dark).


Finally, unable to stand it any longer I went over to my friend Lauren’s house after she said her mom purchased the movie on DVD. (Hehe, I’m so naughty!). Curled up on her bed we tucked into a giant bowl of popcorn and gabbed about Jason Biggs. And then came the moment I had been waiting for. There was Nadia, resting on the bed in nothing but a button up shirt, beginning to touch herself. Lauren had gone in the kitchen to grab more snacks, bored with already having seen the movie. I, on the other hand, was mouth agape staring at the screen. Nadia was moaning and squirming all over the bed with pleasure as her hand slipped between her thighs. “What is she doing???” I thought bewildered. I had no clue about female masturbation and they certainly didn’t talk about it at school.

Later that night at home I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. The scene of Nadia replayed over and over in my mind. She looked so sexy… and aroused! Curious to experience the same thing, I wiggled off my panties and carefully began to touch myself. At first I gasped, it was wet! “Why is it so wet??” I wondered, as my cheeks turned rosy. I had no clue where (or what) a clit was, so I began rubbing around the petal-y folds of my slit trying to get some reaction. Then I slid my fingers over my clit and felt a tingle in the depths of my sex. “Ooh” I gasped softly, hidden under my comforter. I didn’t like the feeling of touching something wet. So quickly I grabbed my disposable sports water bottle with the smooth cap on top and placed it to my clit.

Around and around I began to rub, growing ever more aroused by the moment. My mind filled with images of the Backstreet Boys topless and me, dancing naked as they fawned all over me. (lol! I was only 15 πŸ˜‰ ). Finally…. I had my first orgasm. I didn’t squirt, but I vividly remember shattering and nearly seeing stars. My muscles clenched and I squealed, burying a pillow over my face. It felt glorious!

….. And then I masturbated every day for the next 30 days straight. (LOL).

I hope you all got a giggle out of this story and enjoyed it. If you did, hit that like button and let me know! Have a wonderful Friday, keep smiling, and I will see you all back here on the next post!

Much love,

~Kitten xx

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