Discovering the Art of Masturbation

Since my last post was from the early parts of my life, and I am as much as I’d like to stay chronological, let me tell you the time I was starting to discover my body and the pleasures brought by discovering it.

It was around the time I was 12 when I first got the taste of how to reach orgasm on my own. I noticed how my pussy throbs every time I see a steamy scene from a movie. Sometimes just by kissing passionately, but always occurs when the kissing becomes a bed scene. My mom often covers my eyes when a sexy scene comes up, but this doesn’t always happen. And when I chance upon seeing it completely it steams up a sensation in me. Strangely I feel like my pussy moves on its own, opening and closing like a heartbeat. Sometimes it moves so fast my cunt gets moist.

When night comes I think about the scene I saw from the movie and relive it in my head. Again, the same throbbing sensation awakens and since the lights are out and I am under my blankets, I am free to move my hips and cross my legs tight enough to squeeze it. Soon I discovered that doing this in a jabbing manner as my legs tightens and lets go then repeating the procedure over and over increases the excitement. The heat encircles in me and I soon find my pace gradually becoming faster. As my hips move to the tempo, I feel my growing boobs shaking. To prevent from shaking the bed too much I hold on to my breasts only to realize that holing it makes my nipples grow stiff. Over time I learned that rubbing my nipples at the same beat adds more exhilaration. Then wetness builds up in me to the point that I couldn’t hold on to it and I explode! It felt almost like pissing but only in a very very small amount. I always hear my heart pounding so loud and hard after this that I fear somebody might hear it. Then I stay still for a few minutes as I swallow a big gulp of saliva stuck in my mouth. I guess this shows that while I was in limbo all my other senses stops.

For a few years after that I have this secret ritual before going to sleep. If I wasn’t able to watch a movie I make up a story in my mind. I have always felt guilty after that scenario, but I was so gratified that even if I prayed that I won’t do it again, I still do.

There was a time that I wasn’t able to do this for days, I think even weeks. I always stay up because of homework and I always fall asleep right away. One weekend I woke up with the urge of finally doing it again. I was aching to feel that sensation but whatever I think or imagine, it’s not waking up my senses. I was squeezing my pussy with my legs but I feel some sort of emptiness. So I stood out of bed and went straight to the videotapes of my mom. Where is that James Bond movie that has an erotic bed scene? I roamed around the house and saw that I was alone. So it seems.

I run through the videotapes again and I saw the one I was looking for. I hurriedly knelled on the couch and removed my panties, and since I just woke up, I was still wearing an over sized shirt. It felt cold under that shirt with nothing beneath. I sat eagerly upright and played the movie. I forwarded, searching for the scene and when it was familiarly near, I crossed my legs and started squeezing my pussy again. My cunt felt all moist soon as I hear the girl moaning and I would silently like to moan too, but I was preventing myself from making any sound. I was almost til my climax as my head felt like spinning and my eyes glued to the scene of two people fucking in the dark. I closed my eyes and replayed the moans in my head as I slowly felt my cum was all coming out of my pussy wetting my inner thighs. As I opened my eyes catching my breath, I hugged the square pillow behind me.

But just as I was getting comfy with my position, “Boo!” Angelo, my brother’s friend jumped behind the couch where I was seated! He was five years older than me and I was so shocked that I ran to my room as he was laughing trying so hard to conceal my panties inside my fist. My brother showed up from the garage and asked Angelo what happened. I didn’t care to listen to his reply as I locked my door and never knew if he saw or felt or knew what I just did.

After that day I swore I would never do that again. But I guess, time heals pains and embarrassments that until now, I confess that masturbating is one of my guilty passions.

Lost Childhood Memories

After an advertisement and a few more blogthings, I am now determined to lay down the origins of my behavior. I once showed my writings to a friend and said somebody else gave this to me. He claimed he was sickened at how the girl allegedly behaved. And he claimed all girls are naughty one way or another. Well for that I don’t disagree with him.

After a few debates and imagining him kissing me torridly and squeezing my boobs after the exchange of words, he whispered admitting that somehow some of the stories here made him jack off once or twice. My only reply was a naughty smile. Yeah, just twice huh?

But let me tell about the time i had my first hints of sex, back when I was too young to remember everything. Have you ever had that lost memory that you wanted so bad to remember but whatever you do, its just impossible to recall? I have, and this still baffles me til now.

As a child I grew up not knowing my dad. I lived with my Mom, my stepfather and older brother. Let’s just say I’m the princess of some sort and all my whims are laid on the table ready to be taken. But growing up I learned too that everything has its price.

Coming home from school has always been difficult. I always hated arriving while my step dad watched TV with his zippers open and his briefs flashing for me to see. These all happened when mom is at work. Sometimes I open the door of the living room and his hand zooms away from his body as he sees me and keeps still until I have passed by. A few times I enter their room to look for something or ask him about homework and he jolts up in a surprised manner then breaths heavily, sometimes even perspiring. I always felt uneasy waking him up.

On weekends it was common to see him sitting on the porch reading magazines while the wooden chair creaks. The repeated creaking sound always bothers me as it echoes in the vacant room next to the kitchen. I always peek through the kitchen windows but all I see is his nearly bald back head as he swings in a fast rocking motion. Why can’t he fix that chair or get a rocking chair I thought. I guess he either didn’t know it echoed or that I was nearby. And I never really knew until a few years later that what he was doing all this time was something disturbing. (well for a little girl like me)

Family jokes are always served after dinner together with dessert. And sometimes I am on the hot seat. One joke was about how old my brother stopped drinking from the bottle and I, how old I was the last time I wet on my bed. I just laughed at the teases but one distinct night, something struck my memory and gave me the shivers. I felt silent as I stared at my laughing step dad and flashes of memories came to me.

I can’t remember how old I was then but based on the teases I was barely 5 when I last wet on my bed. I was asleep one night and my step dad came in my room. I remember I was half-asleep as I felt my bed drenching but I was so tired to move and wake up. My step dad placed his hand under my body to feel the bed and after a while carried me and brought me to the toilet.

I woke up standing next to the faucet and hearing the water pouring to the floor tiles. My head was spinning from sleepiness and I was once again awoken by the soap being rubbed at my innocent pussy. I hugged his arm as he rubbed me some more and my eyes were so heavy that I fell asleep in between the soap rubbing and water splashing. The memory was a blurry scene but I know that I saw his hairy legs and his underwear was shining white against the light.

The next thing that I can recall was waking up with an uneasy feeling and I wanted to pee so badly. I looked in my shorts and saw that I was not wearing any panties. I felt it was itchy and sore and I remembered looking at how red it was. But everything after that and in between the time he was washing me was blank.

I never told this to anybody. Except for one person, Eddy. But Eddy is part of my latter life and I would tackle about him later on. What I can only say is that I can’t accuse my step dad of anything that I am not sure of. Then again, I guess being young and innocent, one is naïve about the meaning of things. And if you encounter something you are not aware of nor versed, time erases this from your mind.

How do You like Your Spankin'?

[My answers in bold]

        

Do you spank, or are you the naughty one? I spank! And I get spanked doubly hard by his cock!

How do you like to be spanked? I like one big slam from his palm to my ass, crisp and tender.

How do you like to spank? I like to spank my naughty man.. but whipping is the ultimate punishment!

Do you like sex with your spank? If so, anything in particular? A whip to my ass makes my pussy tighter than normal and spanking while his cock is ramming me makes it even more pleasurable.

Big thanks and mooches to The Spanked Wife who thought of such kinky questions.

Give her a visit and tell her about your spanking fantasies.