Ok, maybe this has been asked before but I am curious, when was the first time you ever masturbated? Tell a little story about what happened

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"And as we all play parts of tomorrow, some ways will work and other ways we'll play. And I know we can't all stay here forever, so I'll write, my words on the face of today...and then they'll paint it" - Shannon Hoon

Who the hell can actually remember that...lol Was too long ago for me to remember, but definently have done it plenty of times since..

DITTO!

Well, I have a story.

Well ya better share it here.

I know when ya share this stuff at the office how those rumors can get out of hand.....

speaking of hands...

does your story involve hands? Fingers? Toes? Armpits?


OK, so maybe not a story about your armpits, ok?

Well.........

Way back when I was a kid (shut up) I had a friend who we'll call, Shelby. We were in the woods behind her house, and I stumbled upon her with her hands down her pants. So she told me (and showed me) what she was doing.

I was hooked.

A little while later, I was at my friend....Debbie's house. We were up in her room, on her bed, and I showed her how to masturbate. We were so scared that someone was going to come in, that we crawled into a little attic crawlspace that's off of her room. No sooner did we get comfortable, we here.........

MsTerious, your mother's here to take you home!

Anyway, I masturbated all the time. Yes, all the time. My favorite story to tell people is that I would ride in the car with the whole family, and masturbate. I'd cover up with a blanket, and I went at it. I had to be about 10 or so.

Couldn't do that now though. Too much noise. Too much mess. Too many toys. (nooo I'm kidding, there's no such thing as too many toys!)

And I masturbated happily ever after.

I waas 12 or 13 I had just found a porn mag along the road someone had throwen out the window of a car
was looking threw it and touching myself next thing I knew I blew my load it wasn't long after that, that it became a regular thing

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it's only kinky the first time

it's not the orgasm but getting there thats fun

a shot in the bush is worth two in the hand

whip me, beat me, tie me up, break my arm, but please don't break my heart

"The trouble with the world is that the stupid people are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt" -Bertrand Russell

It was 18...not until after I had had sex for the first time (also at age 18)...just didn't know what I was missing out on, really. First time I tried it, it was just with fingers, mimicking the way he finger fucked me basically, then I tried one of those massage wands that my mom used for her back pain. I'm excited because I just ordered my very first toys tonight, which I'll be anxious to try out next week when they arrive! Now it's a pretty regular thing that I do, as you saw from those pics of mine

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Though dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts; they serve for sweet relieving when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.-Fiona Apple

*Copy and paste the text of Booger here*

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If every material thing is gone, my smile and my tears stay left.

Oh God, I really can't remember that well. I was 12 or 13 I think, and I remember at first I 'thought' I had cum, but then a few months later had an actual orgasm and was left wondering - what the hell was I thinking was an orgasm before???
Ahh, the days when I was young and had no idea what I was doing!
Now I'm young and know exactly what I'm doing

CasperTG

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You know, Blackadder, for me socks are like sex. Tons of it about and I never seem to get any.

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11, maybe 12. can't recall exactly.

I loved my very first orgasm, and have already told the tale, posted here, under "member's erotic stories"


WW

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"I wondered, am I a lesbian, am I straight, or bisexual? Then I realized that I am just a slut.
So where's MY parade?"

---Margaret Cho

I think I was 13, just when I started growing pubic hair. One night I had a hard-on in bed. It felt good when I lay on my stomach and moved up and down against the bed sheet. Had my first climax then, and I was hooked. Later, after some experimentation, I learned that stroking with my hand worked best. I still do it when I'm not fucking.

i guess when i was 8 years old

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In other countries like Far East Asia women are still held in LOWER esteem BUT in China, it’s a different story. Chinese women are much more aggressive and outspoken and held in Higher esteem.” I love Communist that provides males and females Equality and WOMEN’S Rights in China.

I was 12 I think, and visiting my father in his apartment. I needed to use the toilet, and while sitting there, I found my father's collection of magazines.

No, not THOSE kinds of magazines!! My father is a classical musician, and most numerous in his collection was Opera News magazine.

As I was thumbing through an issue of Opera News, I found a short illustrated biography of an Italian Diva whose name now escapes me. She was beautiful...large wide-set dark eyes, lovely dark, expressive eyebrows, flawless complexion. In short, I was smitten. Such exotic beauty could do nothing but create a stirring in my adolescent loins. An erection was raised without a single touch.

While I had not experienced orgasm personally, five years earlier, my older brother (he was a homone-crazed 13 year old when I was 7) insisted on making me watch him masturbate. At the time, I thought it kind of silly, and did not grasp the significance of the act.

It goes without saying, that the erection raised by the sight of this beautiful singer caused me to remember what my brother had shown me. I found that the stroking movement he had used came quite naturally to me, and that the sensation was curiously pleasant. I also found that the more I stroked, the more I wanted to continue stroking....its own self fullfilling prophecy of sorts.

Anyway, it was not more than several minutes before I sensed a marked increase in my heart rate, I was beginning to perspire about my eyebrows, and an increasing tension in my lower calves and ankles. While curious, I did NOT let these developments cause me to discontinue the very pleasureable stroking I had begun.

In a moment of personally historic import, the lower half of my body convulsed in a series of intense waves of pleasureable muscular contractions. I most distinctly remember the feeling of my toes curling up as if fingers in a fist. My calf and thigh muscles, already strong from many miles of bicycle riding each week, were tighter than ever before.

I will never forget that moment, or fail to appreciate what the discovery of masturbation has meant to me.

Our bodies are wonderfully made, and I consider masturbation and sexuality to be a sacred, timeless gift.