Due to undesired veto responses, i have decided that this will be my last story.
In this one, i will be mentioning about the starting part of my journey towards sexual gratification.
I was in my teens then. This all happened a few month before i lost my virginity with my first boyfriend. Mom had informed me the essential matter long ago realated
to geological period and all.However being from an orthodox house, i was always curious.
The problem was which data to trust, and which not to.
When it came to socializing i was quite shy back then. Sundays were spent mostly in my own room, as i longed for some `` me '' time.
This particular proposition Sunday was gon na be interesting. There was some pick up trimming, pilus shampooing and shaving my pubic region to do. After i finished that,
i entered my way, wrapped in just my towel. I loved the way the wet water supply made me experience about my body. I had my berm duration blonde hair wet too,
and i decided to leave everything like that for the clip being.
I just lied on my bed. I was enjoying how my now drying wet torso glitterred in some of the sunlight incident on it. I specially loved the way my second joint and calves
sparkled, soft and flashing in the sun.
I then went to my piddle up kit and brought out my front-runner silver coloured breeze through paint. I never painted my fingernails, as i easily spoiled them. However, i always
liked to see my toenails covered with some fun colours.
After painting all my toenails, i thought about removing the towel. I was alone anyway and no kinfolk member would disturb me today, i thought. This was not the beginning
prison term i was bare and alone, but i was never so calm. There were no thought crossing my judgement. I was living in the moment.
This feeling of being naked and alone was so liberating. I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath.
Then i got up and stood in front of my mirror. I loved my body. I blew a kiss in the air towards my mirror image in the mirror.
My quiet nature in those twenty-four hours had many the great unwashed talking embarassing affair about me. Some even said i was weird. This liberating feeling while being naked, alone and
safe was making me feel much full, making me relieve all the stress i had been through the week.
I lied on my tummy on the bed, with my branch below the stifle, flying up in the air. I knew i was being marginal narcissistic, but i was enjoying it, nonetheless.
I started looking at my body much more carefully now. I looked at my satin gentle blazon, my slender fingers. I playfully gave my mamilla a tug with my helping hand very softly,
then giggling unnecessarily at myself. I didnt care what people thought about me anymore.
Then i closed my eyes while i felt my bellybutton with my palm. I was loving these new feelings and sensations i was experiencing. Then i stopped doing it and glanced at
my legs by turning back a little.
My thin wooden leg had been a subject of being mocked at those days, specially by my girl-friends. However, i was finding them overnice. On the contrary, the fact that i
had been hiding was i loved the way some of my manly friends looked at me, from the nook of their eyes. I was lucky as most of them were decent, and i would not have
been able to stand any form of teasing, as i took affair much more seriously those days. I specially loved how my toenails looked. I was median looking, but i didnt
guardianship about it. Though i never admitted it, i loved my body the way it was. Thankfully i was n't corpulent. I think thats what mattered.
Besides my improper and inadequate feeding habits maintained myself, not to bring up running which i used to do few times a workweek. I laughed at myself, for being too
proud of my torso without any reason.
It was around twelve noon and i was getting bored. I rested my unharmed organic structure on the bed now. This was the first time that i had done so, consciously. Usually mom used to puddle me
wear atleast a top and my panty before i used to go to sleep alone in my room, inspite of heat. Dad had always been co secret agent, always knocking on the door before
coming in.
I loved how the bedsheet felt against my skin, specially my sass, neck, breast, bay window, pussy and wooden leg. I took support of my palms and very slowly started rubbing my
unanimous body against the bedsheet. It was an rhapsodic opinion. I was focussing on my pussy as i wanted to see how it felt touched. I had never touched it with my
finger's breadth, fearing there will be bleeding. This was my eureka minute. I thought, why didnt i think of this before.
No matter how hard i 'm pushing against the bedsheet, nothing is penetrating it. I was feeling much secure, and my initial care had gotten away.
The first few minute of arc that i started doing it, i wasnt feeling anything at all. Maybe because i didnt try to feel anything, i was scared. This was followed by another
few minute where i felt a strange feeling, interchangeable to scratching your cutis when it itches. The notion i was experiencing right now was much more different.
I was consummate amateur to the signal my mind was receiving. I decided to aid it by lifting my feet and rubbing my toes against the bedsheet too.
I had lifted my head slightly now, i kept an arm against both of my pinhead. I held it in such a way that one of the bosom teat was being rubbed by my forearm, while i
momentarily started gently touching my other boob nipple with my fingerbreadth. I did not know at that metre where i was taking myself. I had suspicions from my girl-friends
describing exchangeable acts they said they had tried. But i was incertain how much of it was true. I had gone in an euphoric state of mind now.
I looked at my wall clock. It had been only xx minutes. But perhaps they were the just and distinguished single from my life yet, i pondered to myself.
Now i started feeling as if i 'm about to pee. I stopped rubbing my consistence on the bedsheet for a while and the intuitive feeling was going away. I found out that it was related.
I had not been much adventuresome so far. I was scared if theres bleeding, mom will have a go at it and incur out what i had been doing. Yet, my body was controlling me now and i
couldnt stop myself. However, i tried to rub myself slower than before now. Probably its in vain, i thought.
Then i thought that if it was indeed related to self pleasure, i should think of some dirty acts that i had heard about. The only matter i remembered was Leonardo Di
Caprio making lovemaking to Kate Winslet in Titanic. I had watched the pic at a friend 's house secretly, when her parents were out of city. I tried to con the flavour
on their faces.
When i opened my heart, i found that this new flavour of joy that was rushing through me had taken me away from my conscious. I was rubbing
my pussy and nipples much more vigorously now. My toes were frictioning against the bedsheet and i had most of the bedsheet clenched in my palm as a sticky, wet,
transparent fluid gushed through my pussy. I wanted to stop myself now, but it was as if my trunk was in inactiveness now. respective bit, i kept on rubbing my body
against the bedsheet while i spilled almost two spoonful of this liquid on the bedsheet. I had my middle closed and let out a slow moan. My first orgasm, i thought.
My dazed judgement was playing biz with me. I could n't consider at what had happened. This was definitely not pee. I smelled the liquidity. I did n't fuck what to do now.
However, i was interrupted by mom knocking on the door and announcing lunch was ready. So i did n't guess much about it that time, dressed myself, cleaned the bedsheet
with a wet fabric and got out of there .