I was a wee itty bitty thing (probably 5 or 6). I didn't use pillows, I would lay face down and hump my hand. I thought nobody had any idea what I was doing. I'd do it shamelessly with everyone in the room like it aint no thang. When I did it, my sister called it "bum-ups".
I remember trying to teach my sister how to do it, and explaining to her that if you keep doing it, it will start to feel good, and then if you keep going, it will feel REALLY good and then suddenly after it feels REALLY good, you won't want to do it anymore. Neato!
OMG, lol
My friend has been shwing with her two daughters, ages 5 and 2. The other day, her oldest was playing with the shower head and um, liking it, and was all "Little sister, try this, it is so much fun! TRY!"
My friend decided it was the end of the joint showers. lol
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“Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make it so, right in the middle of it lose a leg, fall in love, drop a jar of applesauce.” - Natalie Goldberg
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
I was young. Maybe 7 or 8 when I discovered the blow hole / filter thingy in the swimming pool felt really fantastic when I held myself up against it.
ETA - I masturbated before that for sure, but it wasn't until I discovered the blow hole thing that I had an orgasm.
Omg, I'm glad I wasn't the only one. I'm embarrassed to think back and realize that everyone knew what I was doing, even though I thought I was stealthy about it.
Sigh. And I was 8 or 9, I was in the third grade when we got our pool and it didn't take long...
21. And I started having sex at 15. I thought there was something wrong with me for not being able to orgasm so I faked it fir years, but then I started dating someone who actually knew what he was doing.
Post by pedanticwench on Nov 9, 2012 22:04:11 GMT -5
I was 6.
One of my brothers is 12 years old than me, so when I was 6, he was 18. Coincidentally, he had a poster in his bedroom of a bunch of women's butts in thong bikinis, laying along a beach.
Well, that looked pretty interesting to my 6 year old self, so I got it into my head that I wanted to try to shove my underwear into my butt crack to see what would happen.
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