“I remember the first time I masturbated so clearly. I was about nine and at that age I liked to lay on my stomach while sleeping. Somehow at night my blanket got bunched up underneath my vagina and I woke up with a pressure underneath me. Obviously I had no idea what was happening and when I shifted I could feel that it felt good. I kept rocking back and forth on it and (wow little me) imagining myself stripping in front of my male classmates. I didn’t orgasm, of course. I was too young to know that I had to keep going.
I do remember the first time I orgasmed though. I was 14 and home from school sick (my mom was downstairs and was none the wiser). I was woken up by a very vivid sex dream of my history teacher (he’s so hot), so vivid I can still remember and use it to this day. I was so horny that I didn’t even remember I was sick until I was done. At this point, I knew what masturbation was and that it gave pleasure and orgasms, but I still had no idea what one was and how to get it. Anyway, in the dream my teacher and I had both orgasmed so I replayed the whole thing from the beginning in my mind. I turned over, shoved my blanket and stuffed toy (with a nice pointed nose for perfect clit pleasure) under my vagina. I just kept thrusting and thrusting, eventually throwing my hand down there as well and getting down to just my underwear. I came so hard that morning I had vivid flashbacks every time I saw my teacher all though out high school. Too bad he was married and we couldn’t make my dream become reality…”
“When I was young I did this thing I called “riding a pillow”. I didn’t know why it made me feel so good but I just kept doing it. I started wondering if that was the same feeling that adults have when they have sex. And the older I got, the more it dawned to me that I was indeed pushing myself to an orgasm by riding a pillow. But now to my actual concern: I used to do it just anywhere, including in front of my parents, and they obviously knew what I was doing! Now that I know what I was doing too I feel so awkward!! Any advice?”
Kids do lots of wildly inappropriately stuff, and discovering masturbation without knowing what it actually is is just one of them! It’s super common so don’t freak out. Remember: your parents are the same people who had to change your diapers as a kid, so by comparison this kind of stuff would’ve barely registered.
“Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for a lot! I gave this guy a blowjob and it was my first one, but I just did what you said to do on your blog, to work the tip and not have to deep throat it. He said it was the best one he ever got, and didn’t believe me that, that was my first one ever. So thank you! and keep being awesome!”
“So I recently gave my first ever blowjob and OMG! It was just amazingly fun, and I enjoyed it a lot. I followed all the advice you have given and my boyfriend said it was amazing! I was rather proud of myself to be honest! He seemed rather happy hee hee”
"I have a huge fantasy for sex in a church bathroom. My girlfriend’s religious and sometimes drags me to church with her under the guise of “friends” (oh, the life of lesbians) and to get through it I started fantasising… and now I have a kink. It’s always running through my mind whenever religion gets brought up, so i thought I’d share it with you…
So we’re sitting in the church pew, me on the end and her next to me. The opening hymns are over with and the priest is getting into the lecture he’s been rambling on and I’m sufficiently bored. I start rubbing my fingers across my girlfriend’s hand, and she likes it, so I continue on up her arm until she’s humming in soft pleasure at the touch.
Then, I run my fingers down her arm to just above her knee, light teasing, fingertips only. No one notices, even when she begins to squirm in her seat as I bring my hand farther up her leg, my breath hot against her neck as I whisper, “bathroom?” She whimpers and follows my lead as I lead her to the bathroom near the entrance. There’s only two stalls, small. No one ever comes in during service, so we should be alone. I pull her into one of the stalls and start kissing her neck, my leg between her thigh as she grinds against it to get some, any friction. Typically I’d take my time, but we’re in a rush and can’t get undressed for the small space. She’s wearing her church dress. Its high cut but tight on her breasts, flowing out at her waist and I thank god for that as I hitch it up her thighs, lowering to my knees.
Her white lacy panties are soaked and I lean in, nuzzle above the band and breathe in the way i know drives her crazy. She gasps and rolls her hips, desperate for anything with my head up her skirt. I pull her panties down, revealing the brown-blond hairs. I let out a breath and she’s had it- she hitches her leg over my shoulder and tilts her hips up in my direction.
I can’t help but obey, eating her out and loving her moans above me my fingers digging into her hips, bringing her closer. Her breathing’s short, she’s rocking against my face and I can feel she’s about to come. I rub two fingers against her labia before slowly pushing in and curving my fingers before she stops moving, everything tense for a moment before she starts pulsing, squeezing against my fingers and my face wet from her. She finally calms and I get off the floor, cleaning up before sitting down with her family like nothing happened at all.”
“So, I have tried fingering myself before, and that felt good, but I get impatient very easily. So I stumbled across your wonderful blog and read some masturbation tips. I really liked the water ones, although my shower at home doesn’t have a detachable shower head. So I was kinda bummed out about that, but then I remembered that my grammy’s bathtub has water jets, and I decided that I wanted to try it.
When I got in I waited for the water to be just right and set myself up so that my clit was right on the jet stream. I used my fingers to spread the lips a little and it felt like pure bliss. My hips buckled and my legs shook, it couldn’t have been longer than two minutes and I had my first orgasm! I sat back down in the water, just letting the feeling run through my body. I waited for about 10ish minutes and tried it again, this time I didn’t cum as fast but it felt amazing the whole time through. I must have cum two or three more times just from that. Long story short, I’ll be taking more baths from now on ;)
Just wanted to thank you for this blog and having tips that actually work! Helped me a lot! Totally recommend! :)”
“I read the post by the girl in the pretty bra, and it reminded me so much of me, I thought I’d share my story and show someone that they are not alone.
I was brought up like that too. I mean every mother teaches her kid that her private parts are private. But somehow, as an undertone, mine was forbidden to me too.
She would warn me when my hand wondered lower in the shower or something, and I’m talking about the times that I was 4 or 5 or something…. Whatever you put in a child’s mind, stays etched there, you know.
I never had the courage to touch myself. I was neither thin or hairless (as you can see now). I watched porn, I got that feeling between my legs that I could not name, I was young but I couldn’t touch my own body.
And so I got afraid of anyone elses touch either. I didn’t know how my body would react to such touch, I didn’t know how I would react, so I didn’t let anyone get too close. I got lonely and bitter.
Long story short, it wasn’t easy getting out of this, but internet helped alot. Blogs like yours, other people’s advices, struggles… I realized I wasn’t alone. I realized my mother was wrong, in more that one subjects. I grew up, and I grew in and out of a lot of things.
The thing is, I realized you are never alone. Whatever you think you are the only one suffering it, you are not. Come out of your shell, read, observe… You will find it in you. Pleasure is a need just as air, it’s in your skin, it’s human nature. You will find that push to give it yourself somewhere, and it might be closer than you think.
My weird kink means I can’t ever have sex: help!
“I’m basically fucked, because the only thing that can turn me on is a really weird, specific kink. Not only would i be in no way comfortable actually participating in it, even in a safe, controlled environment, but it has a lot to do with my partner’s emotional state and would require them to have a certain kind of personality and react to things in a certain way. This is not connected to personality traits that I’m romantically attracted to.
Since as far as I can tell I’m repulsed and not turned on at all by normal sex and I can’t even get pleasure out of masturbation, my sex life will permanently be me reading stories/watching videos on the internet that weren’t even created with anything sexual in mind.”
Oh, this sounds really, difficult and I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling this way :(
I think one day it might be useful to talk to a sex therapist about all this? It might help you unpack what turns you on about the thing that turns you on, and what repulses you about ‘normal’ sex, and maybe that would be helpful.
It sounds like it’s causing you a lot of pain and anxiety and that’s not good! I’m not saying you can or should outright reprogram yourself to have an entirely different set of desires, but I think discussing it with someone over time could be very healing in terms of dealing with it all.
In the meantime, love and hugs for you.