Masturbation

Written by Jhae. On behalf of a friend, a girl.

It was as close as I got to touching myself. I’ve never allowed my lust to overcome me, but I know the day will come. There’s no one home today, my parents and sister out of the country for a holiday. Let’s just take it as I have the whole house to myself. Let me put this down as clearly as I remembered, and I hope it would serve as a bridge to those who have not/ does not masturbate. I am a girl, sleeping braless has been a routine for as long as I can remember. The worn out soft oversized tee still feels best for sleeping in, as I’ve been wearing them for so long. Everytime I move around, the silky material would run along my breasts, and the nipples will be ones to be in constant contact. Once in a while, I would feel turned on, and be so tempted to give my nipples a hard pinch or a roll between my fingers, to release whatever chemicals to feel.. pleasure.

Pleasure had a different meaning then, I didn’t give in to these little temptations, yet something in my mind keeps telling me to find a good time to really enjoy discovering it. So, seems like today.

I lie on the bed naked, under the quilt blanket, had my mind cleared and MonsterBeats over my head, connected to my iPod Classic. A track which had been my favourite since the movie – Titanic, was playing softly into my mind. It has the power to link anything to it, be it a ship sinking, or love making. Everything was in place, my other super duper soft pillow at my calves. For this ‘journey’ my eyes are closed, never once I did open them. I was no longer just thinking nor moving – for once, I feel.

My two hands lay on the waist I’ve been exercising to maintain a good 25 inches. Both of them moved north, up across my freshly showered body, emitting a sweet smell from the foam. Pausing below my B cups breasts, I gave it a little squeeze along the curves and then slowly pull my fingers over the hills. Warm. Secure. It was different from wearing a bra, nor giving myself a clean up during showers. My breasts felt warm with my hands over it. Without rush, two fingers got into position for both hands, a pinching pose. Five fingers dragging themselves in the direction of each nipple, the thumbs and indexes were the ones to hold the peaks. Giving some energy to the four fingers on my two points, I could feel the pressure generating more warmth.

How about I give these two a sudden squeeze? What would I feel?

And I did. A jolt of electrical signal reached the tip of the sensitive brownish nipples and then a delayed dispersion away from it. It didn’t just reach my breasts, a separate distinct jolt went downwards and gathered there. It marked my first sign of wetting. It felt warm too, at my genitals. I thought it was managable to continue fondling with my breasts, pinching, pulling, rolling, kneading the both of them with my whole hands. The only physical response I got was the wetness collecting between my legs. Apart from that, pinching my erected nipples with my manicured nails did trigger something else. Hmm.. Let me put the whole sensation into words.

Emotionally, it felt like a hug, safe, secure, it was a sign you know something about your body. And your body showed you something which you deserved. Sensationally, it was an electrical shock to your body, but only along everything sensitive on you, from your brains, down to your lips, neck, chests, breasts, together with your spine, the whole feeling continued downwards, across your stomach, hips, inner thighs, then finally to your pussy. It wasn’t painful, it was similar to a mental-physical response when you pee. Relieve, happy, warm, dominating, wilderness. It definitely was addictive.

My left hand then draw itself away from the nipple, and slid down the hump, travelling across the stomach, to the hip.

*Ready? I ask myself.

I wonder what respond was I waiting for. My fingers led the way, and stopped between the tip of the slit and the belly button. It was like betting on a jackpot, only that you knew you would win in the end. It’s not the pleasure that I was afraid I will get addicted to, but the thought of a first ride on a roller coaster came. There is no way to ‘undo’ this experience. Once I board this ‘roller coaster’ I won’t be coming back here. It will be a whole different place I am going to and roller coasters are everywhere. Temptation of the thrills getting myself off would be at every corner.

Stop. I was ready to live it. Pushing my fingers in the direction of the slit, the middle went right along the cut. Pressing harder into the soft grounds, I allowed lust, curiosity, pleasure to lead me. Here on, it was no longer me in control. Immediately, the tip of my middle finger curled backwards and it was right then I felt a shock through my body, exactly the opposite way my mind sent the first waves of the signal. Across my hips, stomach, back, breasts, neck, lips, eyes and into my mind. How could eating chocolate every come close to this feeling? I felt real. It was everything but nothing I’ve felt before – emotional, physical, spiritual. Instinctive. That’s one word to phrase it. A dirty word would be ‘animalistic’. By simply rubbing it, pressing it with a little pressure on and off, rolling it between two fingers, same but different feelings of pleasure come to mind. Every different strokes would send a different wavelength with a same message.

I do shave, and I wasn’t sure if that was the cause, I felt like I had the perfect girl’s pussy, soft, warm, smooth, wet. As I followed my lusty instinct, it became harder to stop or slow myself down. My mind learns fast, and gets addicted even faster. What’s next?

*What’s deeper inside? Imagine there is a spot which gets better than this. Ohh.. I can’t imagine! I have to find out for myself.*

Dragging my finger towards my ass, an entrace greeted me with an even intense shock to my body, officially wetting my both my lips to the max. All I could here was ‘Welcome! Come on it. You’d love it here so much that you can’t stop thinking about it ever.‘ Pushing my finger in a little, the intense feeling followed with every motion, and dimished whenever I stopped to feel. I realised pulling my finger out works differently, a mixed sense of unwillingness and reduced intensity discouraged me NOT to stop. So, I went on.

Exploring the unknowns, every probe sent me a message. There was no one single area that sent me the ‘pain’, nor there was a clear spot which excelled better than others. Everyone inch was different. Now, if only I can stimulate all of them at once. But before that, let me get to the end of the unknowns. My legs were already perked up, knees pointing to the ceiling and the pillow under my lower back. More reach. My finger reached deeper in and there I found something. A spot that would send a non-stop intense signal to my mind the moment I touched it, and when it gets a little weaker, a little nudge would amplify it back to the normal ‘high’ intensity. G-Spot? I don’t know. But it felt good.

Masturbation is a pleasure mix of numbness, contractions, happiness, blissfulness, ignorance (similar to being on drugs), confusion, wilderness, curiosity, security, satisfaction (from stimulation and discovery), relieve. One can really throw everything away while you are at it. I know I could.

As I continued to probe and stimulate every single part of me, I tried to at every point find a spot more intense than other. After a good ten minutes, an eerie feeling set in. It’s like standing on a cliff blindfolded. Imagine the wind, sea, calmness, excitement from running up the highest mountain with your friends, family, everyone that made you happier in every aspect of life, and suddenly someone stopped you. Yet allows you to carry on once you are ready.

The pleasure is one thing, but what is this? This level of uncertainty is unknown, unfelt, and unprepared for. What if I went on, would I die? The intensity of pleasure and shocks and brain signals got so strong I was certain something would end it. But what is it? When/ where marks the end? I wanted to find out the same night. No one dies from masturbation, but no one speaks of this sense of uncertainty. There could only be one reason. It was untold to anyone because each one of us who masturbates, be it guys or girls, have to take this leap of faith. So I leaped.

My fingers rubbed till I was at the peak, and a sudden contraction took over my body, forcing my fingers to get out, but no! At the same time, wriggling my fingers inside the crazily tight wet hole was amplifying all of the pleasure stacked together. Since the beginning of my exploration to this, everything came to mind, it was a summary, a happy ending. I moved my fingers for as long as I could withstand, and as my body got drained in a few seconds, an unbearable tickle came in as I slipped my finger out of the sore, wet slit. A few probes showed me one thing, every single nanometer of my vagina is now activated, sensitive to any contact, be it wind or touch. What happens if I continued triggering the sensitive parts? I don’t know. But it was a very happy tickle, I rememebered I quickly pulled my finger despite that and poked around, finding out where it was sensitive. It didn’t hurt. Now, let me get something that could contact every possible parts inside my pussy at the same time. My mind is kind of hooked onto that thought and thrill.

Self-control is a choice. I don’t give in to my lust or horniness just because my mind/ body wants it. I decide if I deserve it. A ‘NO’ is still possible, taking the energy and focus I would required after a session of self-pleasure. Implicating daily tasks with personal pleasure seems inconsiderate and unethical. Now, who deserves me to help him get off?

Beautiful Girlfriend

I once had a girlfriend when I was fourteen, she was the same age as I, but different from the rest of the girls at her age. Normal looking, girl-next-door, with a super blur and dependent nature. I guess that’s what makes her attractive. I was knowledgable for my age, those IT skills and explorations I did during that time did pay off.

What was her name? Cassy. In class, a normal girl who does her best at work, but still had problems catching up. At least until she met me. We did our homework together, and it was also that time when she decided I was dependable enough for her. Countless nights spent on helping her do her work, projects, even little daily tasks.

Now, I’ll tell you why is she beautiful. Her blurriness makes her manipulatable. She can do anything, as long as I asked her to, with clear and precise instructions. She wouldn’t ask why, for that never once came across her mind.

It all started when I asked her to my place to do one of the smaller project, which I was paired with her for. She didn’t gave it much thoughts before agreeing, almost immediately. When we reached, she happily sat down on my bed and started up her laptop, and doing the research, constantly asking me what is the URL for google and which link to click on. A little irritating at times, but I could manage.

Me: ‘I’m going to change first.’

Cassy: ‘Okay.’

And I started stripping in front of her. I could tell on her face she wanted to ask or say something, but she couldn’t find the words to use. So, I was down to my underwear and I slipped on my faded Hush Puppies tee. Following that, I pulled my underwear off, and put on my boxers. All along, I was looking at her astonished expression.

Me: ‘You want to change too? You brought your outside clothes right?’

Cassy: ‘Yupp. I’ll change too.’

With that, she took her clothes out, lay it nicely on my bed, and innocently taking her top off. Nothing could turn a guy on more with a fourteen year old girl stripping in front of him. Her top, shorts, then her skirt. All left on her was her small cute pink bra and matching panties.

Cassy: ‘Why are you staring like that?’

She was blushing, but still couldn’t sense what was wrong. And while she waited for my answer, she fling her tank top straight a few times before looking at me again.

Me: ‘Looking at how cute you are.’

Cassy: ‘You want me to leave it this way?’

How happier can I get? I nodded and she sat beside in bed, facing the movable desk in front of my bed, tapping away on her keyboard at the same time pulling my blanket over herself.

As her boyfriend, how could I let her get under it alone right? Sitting behind her, I wrapped it tightly around our shoulders. A boner was there, but it didn’t touch her – yet. Having a new objective in mind, we finished the project in record time, one hour.

You guys should see the amount of work we churned out. An eight page report, inclusive of research and prototype sketches. Why would any girl not able to hand up her work with me around?

When she finally hit the ‘Print’ button, she leaned back and pushed me down onto the bed with her.

Cassy: ‘Yay! Finally~’

She turned around and gave me her first kiss, on my lips. This time, her body is over me, like missionary, just that she is the one on top.

Cassy: ‘Thank you boyfriend.’

It was mission time.

Me: ‘Can you feel something poking you?’

Cassy: ‘Uh-huh.’

Me: ‘Can help me take it out?’

She slide her body down south and pulled my boxers off. Staring blankly at my standing rod.

Me: ‘Hold it.’

And she did. Her mouth opened in surprise and it was a mixed of ‘ah’ and ‘yay’.

Cassy: ‘It’s so warm!’

So, what’s next?

Me: ‘Put some saliva over it.’

She bent down and took two seconds before she pouted her lips, letting a glob of saliva hit my dickhead.

Me: ‘Now, spread it all over and keep your hand moving up and down.’

Cassy: ‘Like this?’

She used both her hands, coating every inch of the pink with saliva and stroking it up and down, too lubricated by her fluid. I could only close my eyes, and forget to answer her. She liked what she saw, my happy, ectastic look. And it wasn’t that tough work either. She kept going without complaining of tiredness.

I couldn’t just let her end there. It was just beginning to get good.

Me: ‘Take off your panties for me.’

Cassy: ‘Huh? Can I don’t?’

Me: ‘Can you?’

Cassy: ‘Yupp.’

And she hid under the blanket while she took it off, strewing it onto her tote bag.

Me: ‘Lie down here.’

Pointing to the pillow, which then she shyly grabbed my blanket, covered herself up while she lie on it.

Cassy: ‘What are you going to do?’

Me: ‘Something good.’

No I wasn’t that bastard to have sex with her. I didn’t even know if she knew anything about pleasuring herself. So I had to find out. I went under the blanket and made myself comfortable, she won’t have to see me, so I couldn’t tell if she was blushing.

Lightly nudging her knees, I separated them far enough to let her feel a little more shyness, but not shame. Very lightly, I peeled apart her pussy lips, still unmasked by any signs of pubic hair. Tapping on her clit, her body shook.

Cassy: ‘What are you doing?’

Me: ‘You like it?’

Cassy: ‘A lot.’

I tapped for a few more times before finally placing my finger at the spot and gently rolling it around in a circular motion. Her body responded and I moved on.

Spreading her pussy even wider, I knew where my finger should go. Porn, easier to access than ever, was my teacher. I pushed my finger into that hole and it went in smoothly. Her legs reacted to the probe by closing in with every cm in.

Me: ‘Relax relax. Open your legs.’

I knew she wanted it. But her body wouldn’t know. Her legs opened up again and I pushed further in, until my index finger was enveloped by her warmness and wetness.

Cassy: ‘Oh my god. It feel good. Don’t take it out.’

Me: ‘I’ll let you know something better.’

I pulled my finger out and pushed it back in, once, twice, waiting and looking out for any signs of pain. None. So I kept up, getting faster and consistent, pushing my finger deeper with every move. Cassy was almost crazy. Her body shook non-stop and her juices kept flowing, hers was thick and clear. Gooey to the touch, but it was definitely smooth riding.

I gave the final ultima and she cummed, real hard and wet, squirting out little waves of water. She had her fun.

Me: ‘Nice?’

Cassy: ‘Yupp. Way better than when I do it myself.’

Me: ‘Doing it yourself? Tell me when did you first find out?’

Cassy: ‘One time when I was showering, the towel ran up my below and it feels good. So I pulled the towel back and forth under my below.’

Me: ‘Ohh.. I see. Haha. Listen to me k? You cannot do this alone, if you want, must find me.’

Cassy: ‘Okay. I won’t forget.’

Lying back onto the bed, she sat up and continued jerking me, seemingly knowing what to do. Maybe I shall teach her how to suck as well.

Me: ‘Can you lick it?’

Cassy: ‘I can try.’

She brought her head down and licked it. I’m not sure if it was the pre-cum that tasted nice, but she took my whole dick into her mouth, slurping up and down. There was nothing else I need to teach her now, her sucking simply took all my breath and energy away, going non-stop, deep and fast.

Within minutes, I felt the build up in my balls.

Me: ‘Wait wait! I’m shooting!’

Cassy: ‘Okay, I’m ready.’

Ready?! Ready for? Ohh. She thought I was asking her to be prepared to take it all in. Should I?

Me: ‘Nono. I’m going to shoot, and you don’t have to use your mouth. I don’t know how it will taste as well.’

Cassy: ‘I taste and let you know?’

With that, she placed her mouth over my dick again and resumed her skilful blowjob. In seconds, I sprayed everything I had into mouth with such force she gulped and drank every bit, without any drops getting out.

Cassy: ‘Hmm.. Sweet. it was so much. But I like it. I’m willing to do anything for my boyfriend.’

Me: ‘Are you sure it’s okay?’

She nodded and we lay naked on the bed for a good long time, occasionally teasing each other’s body and getting each other off. Her parents were working, and during that period we had our little fun project time, they were overseas.

Our relationship lasted a good two year, moving from an emotional lovey dovey one to a wild, sexy one. Never forgettable. [:

Discussion

Written by Jhae. On behalf of a friend, a lady.

The second time I was at it was a few days later, James asked me out to discuss about band camp. Since it was something important, I didn’t expect anything kinky to happen. 

After school, I went to his classroom to meet him. There wasn’t anyone else there and he was there at the back of the dark classroom. The lights weren’t turned on. Having all the right elements to do the wrong things, my body gave a tingle, ready for things to happen. 

I sat beside him and sticking out of his pants, was his dick. It appeared larger than the last time I saw it though. Taking his stiff meat into my hand, I stroked him and was so close to kissing him. 

Holding my head with his left hand, he placed his hand on my neck and even asked for more. 

James: ‘Can you lick me?’
Me: ‘I don’t want.’

I wasn’t prepared to give him more than I already had. To keep him from asking for more, I continued to stroke him until a cleaner walked pass the class, giving the two of us a shock. 

We packed and went to lunch. Thereafter going to his place to discuss about the camp. Sure enough, most of the 3 hours I spent there was for the discussion. Save for the last hour. It was pure pleasure. 

He led me to his bedroom, and I followed. Silly huh? He sat me down on his bed and then bent over, helping me to take my skirt and panties off. I’m doing it again, with him. 

He sat on the side of the bed beside me and started fingering me. I didn’t know how he stuck his fingers in, but I had already broken my hymen from masturbating then. He kept going without rest and then like under hypnosis, my body responded with my hand reaching out for his ignored dick. 

We kissed violently while our hands massaged each other’s privates, clumsily, random, unpredictable strokes. It was sure thrilling to have someone controlling the speed and intensity. 

I wasn’t moaning alone, he couldn’t hold it back and longer and let himself free too. Within minutes, we got all wet and wild, sprawled in positions for non-penetrative sex. Once, his head disappeared behind my hips and I felt a soft wet object at my clit. ‘His tongue feels good’ I thought. 

He licked me for a while, but stopped probably cause I cannot pleasure him in that position. Tongue was quite fun, but I couldn’t imagine what was running through his mind when he looked at my… 

His fingers pulled away from my hole and I slowed my jerking too. 

James: ‘I’m shooting.’ 
Me: ‘Huh? Where?’

Before he could give an answer, warm thick gooey cum exited and forced themselves onto my hands. Surprise huh? I didn’t know what to do, simply holding whatever I could and try not to let any of the liquid hit the floor. 

He ended the spray and right there we were lost for a second,  me holding his cum with my hands and his fingers revolving around my clit. This time, I wanted him to stop. I had enough, I’m sure he had enough too. 

He took a few pieces of tissue from the box on his computer desk and helped me to the toilet, let the handful of little soldiers get wasted into the sink. We washed our hands together and left his house after that. 

We parted at the MRT and this was the moment I thought it was alright to be helping guys and for them to want to help me. Silly silly me.

Old Experience

Written by Jhae. On behalf of a friend, a lady.

I was in my school band in my secondary school, which often had seniors from upper secondary to guide us one to one so as to play our parts well. It was just another sectional, one to one, with James. The two of us were given an empty classroom to practice and it all went quite well, with some laughters and of course, learning what I should be learning.

Out of the blue, he asked he could touch me. I was puzzled. I guess it was too mature for me to understand, since I was only secondary 2. I nodded innocently and he placed his hand on my thigh, on top of my skirt. I didn’t know if he knew, but I wasn’t wearing anything else below my skirt. He slowly slid his hand under my skirt and ran up my thigh. I was a little dumbfounded about how to react or even what to do.

Not wanting to stop the gentle waves of pleasure running through my mind, I let him did what he was doing and my eyes were on his arm, imagining his fingers as I feel them wriggling, teasing my clit, going up and down, getting pinched and flicked.

James paused for a moment and unzipped his pants, struggled for a few seconds before whipping his dick out into the open. It was pink, red, with veins running across and everywhere. He did not do anything, but continued to stroke me. I was staring blankly at his throbbing dick, wondering if it would explode or some magic would happen.

James: ‘Can you hold it?’

Shyly, I took my right hand and wrapped my fingers around his member. Warmth – was what I felt. The weather was quite cold then, especially after a shower. It was my first time touching a dick, it felt kind of weird, and I have no idea it would feel any good to him. I simply held on to it.

His fingers went fast and caused a huge orgasm to hit me. It was my first time to be masturbated by someone else. I’m not sure if it applies to both gender, but it feels good to be masturbated by someone other than yourself. The whole feel of it was different, and I cummed easily too, with a foreign finger probing around.

He took my hand and moved it up and down, getting warmer by the minute, probably caused by friction, he let go of my hand once I went ‘auto-pilot’ and his head fell back, as though he is high on drugs.

I kept my pace as steady as I could until he stopped me and quickly zipped his pants.

Me: ‘Why stop?’
James: ‘I am going to shoot if you continued.’
Me: ‘Let me see how you shoot?’

He released his grip and let me continue, but this time, he changed his position. He stood in front of me, facing his body towards my left. Using my left hand, I stroked him fast and as smoothly as I could, until I felt his penis grow larger in my hand and his pipes pumping. Thick sprays of cum fired from his pee hole onto the classroom floor and it just kept going. About a long fifteen seconds later, his pipe dried up and stopped.

I then took a piece of tissue paper and passed it to him, he was busy squeezing out the remaining. Somehow, I was interested if he felt good, since he made me felt great.

Me: ‘You like it?’
James: ‘Yeah. It was too much for me to take though. For my first time.’
Me: ‘Can don’t tell anyone this? It’s my first time touched by a guy too.’
James: ‘I won’t tell anyone.’

Hope he did enjoy it. And there is where I begin my sexual journey.