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Sat in a particularly cool school friends conservatory cool only because his mum used to let us drink alcopops and beers from the garage fridgeyear-old me was about to reveal something that I was about to never live down for my 3 remaining years at Park View secondary school. Tipsy from the sickly green acidic spirit and hot from the stares and laughter, I had, very honestly, taken a large swig from the bottle admitting to my penchant for making myself feel good.

My eyes burned and I thought about all the holes I would have liked to crawl into after having admitted to something that was apparently so shameful?? That was the first time I was made to feel guilt around my sexuality and from there I encountered it again and again.

About 8 years later, to be honest. I knew what to do to make myself feel nice. To create a warm little explosion in my knickers.

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To touch myself in the places that made me go tingly and shake a bit. But I did it in the dark, under the covers or furiously in the shower, then proceeded to feel guilty about it for hours afterwards. Unfortunately, my experience is not a unique one, and finally, with the encouragement of some of my favourite feminist writers, magazines, podcasts and literature, a year-old Katie started to feel more and more liberated with my own body and sexuality.

The truth is masturbation is still stigmatised, as a shameful and secretive act, especially for women, when in fact it is one of the most wonderful and healthiest forms of self-care we can do. Exploring your body and playing with yourself to work out what feels good for you has a plethora of endless benefits. Getting yourself off is proven to reduce stress, help you sleep better, improve your mental health, reduce cramps and menstrual pains, boost your confidence, enhance your serotonin and basically just make you feel fucking great.

Masturbation, no matter how you do it, sex toys or classic fingers and thumbs, is nothing to feel guilty about and quite honestly is a wonderful way of spending your time. We asked a handful of women to tell us about the first time they masturbated and what that experience was like for them.

I thought I was doing something wrong, to be honest. When I finally got the hang of what I was doing it was still quite scary. The idea of exploring my own body was too scary, but when I started to feel comfortable and realised that sex felt good I was intrigued to see what I could do for myself.

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I was 19 when I first started touching myself. I remember stopping and starting because I was worried ghosts were watching me or someone was going to walk in. I felt strangely wrong but then liberated for it.

Eventually I realised it felt too good to worry about ghosts. Never looked back. The more I did it to myself the more I found I actually enjoyed sex. It was almost like the whole thing of how anyone can love you until you know how to love yourself, but in a totally sexual way. I was in the bathtub and I was using the shower for its rightful purpose, but somehow ended up directing it down between my legs. I held it there for a long time, enjoying the unusual but enjoyable sensation of water on my clit. Suddenly, overwhelming waves of pleasure made me want to scream out. I unexpectedly climaxed in silence before resting on the side of the tub, in complete awe at what I had just done.

Every Saturday morning, I used to go to a swimming club and one particular weekend we were using floats in the pool. I had one of those floating noodles, shoved up between my legs pretending I was riding a seahorse, of course. It must have been something about the water, and the way that I was aggressively humping my floating seahorse, that I started to feel the nicest sensation in my cozzie bottoms.

Needless to say, I liked it so much that I continued to explore exactly how much I could rub myself until I got that same sensation, this time out of the pool. It was a Friday night and my Dad had let me stay up late watching the Graham Norton show. I remember laughing when he did, but not quite understanding what was happening.

Drew Barrymore was one of the guests and I was completely obsessed with her and the new Charlies Angels film. I thought she was so cool with her wild hair and husky voice. So that night I did just that. I stuck my hands down my pyjama bottoms and I rubbed myself until it felt good. And so began my sexual exploration.

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He kept his hands travelling and put them down my trousers. He was scratchy and fumbly and I felt absolutely zero. So that night after he had left, I gave it a go myself. We all joked that we would probably never use them. It took me all of one evening to ignore that.

My best friend is now my bullet vibrator and I would highly recommend introducing one into your life. Chocolate lube — not so much. When I had my first period, age 10, I had literally no idea what was happening to my body. The first time I touched myself was a revelation.

us to talk more things sex, masturbation and orgasms with a group of like-minded women at Unwrap Yourself, our very first FGRLS event this December. An evening promising non-cringe sex chat.

Expect laughs, latex, labia and lube. Grab your tickets HERE. It started when I was maybe 5 or 6 and messing in our front lounge a room only used for visitors usually. We has a grey heavy sofa with yellow satin or silk covered throw cushions on it it was the s and bad taste abounded.

Anyway I must have been messing around doing something when I felt good with one of the cushions squeezed between my legs. I sort of recall the nice feelings being very brief but getting them repeatedly if I squeezed. These nice feelings got me interested and showed me where to stimulate. Again my mother told me that not long after my frequent sessions with the cushions started she saw me humping the arm of the sofa and clearly going all the way.

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