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.

Exhibitionist

That last subway ride reminded me of my first boyfriend, Kevin. He was 11 years older than me and I was barely starting my teenage years then. I was quite popular for having a college boyfriend. But whatever we did was only between us. Or so I thought.

He loves to fondle me in the dark. He loved it when I suck his finger after he kisses me. It made him kiss me more torridly. We were fond of watching movies and he was always bringing me to the movie house. And it was always dark, and his hands were always never settled. But because I was a minor, we can’t easily go and watch the rated ones. So he bought me clothes and gave me jewelry. I learned to wear make up in an early age and I thought my friends how to. Kevin treated me like a princess, and gave me whatever I want. Even things that I thought I don’t want until I actually had them. All those gifts of course should always have something in return. So I do whatever he tells me to.

One time as we were watching a movie he slid his hands through my knees. I was a bit taken aback as he was just fond of touching my arms neck and boobs while we kiss before. My rule was simple, no touching below the belt. And so I reminded him. But the movie was so boring his attention was fully to me. He whispered that since I said no touching below the belt, he will remove my belt and will remove his as well. He was kissing my neck which he knows weakens me so much that I have to give in. So I let him remove mine and I watched as he removed his. He kissed me torridly on my lips and let me taste his tongue. He sucked my tongue out as well and let me move it as our tongues rub in our mouths. He loved that and kissed my ears and said he will let me experience how it feels to have his tongue below my belt. The mere thought excited me as his fingers move in under my skirt slowly reaching in for my panties. Suddenly, he stopped and with closed eyes, I wanted him not to. He cleared his throat and sat up straight. I asked why, in a yearning soft voice. He said that the man seated in front of us was looking. So I sat straight as well and the man looked back at the screen. After a few minutes he kissed me again and started his way to my legs. I looked at the man in front of us he was not looking so I let Kevin raise my skirt. I closed my eyes as he stopped kissing me but his hand was now inside my panties. He first ran his finger on my cut. Then he slowly slid it in. I gave a short moan and saw the eyes of the man in front of us looking in between the seats. I didn’t tell Kevin coz I enjoyed the moment so much I lost contact with words. He slowly rubbed me inside and I felt my pussy get wet and a bit sticky. Kevin kissed me again as he sucked my tongue he let his other hand stroke inside my shirt and reached for my boobs and nipple. I felt my hips arch for him as he went deeper and he moaned to my ear as I opened my legs wider. Hearing his moan made me feel more wet inside. Now his hand was going faster rubbing my pussy walls as I tighten it. I looked again at the man in front of us and his eyes were almost closing. I knew he was masturbating as his chair was a bit shaking. So I let my tongue out and licked Kevin’s neck while I look at the eyes peeping at us. Kevin slowly grabbed my hand and led me to his trousers. I didn’t hesitate to grab him. It was the first time I will hold it and I can’t wait to feel how hard it was. I was about to go inside his briefs when the chair in front of us creaked loudly. Kevin stopped and lowered my skirt to cover my legs. He sat straight and looked at the man frowning. He told me that we should change seats. So we stood up and went to the other side of the movie room. I was right. He was masturbating; Kevin claimed he saw his cock out of his zippers.

We left soon as the movie was over and he apologized if he ever made me embarrassed or even hurt me. I said it didn’t hurt, nor embarrassed me. But I didn’t tell Kevin that the thought of somebody watching us made it more pleasurable.