Ok Ok...i Admit ItI have an obsession with ************. I do it at least twice a day and ****** anywhere from 4- 20x. I would love to just spend hours in bed doing it but life makes that impossible.
The more I tease the better it is. But sometimes I just have to get in as many as I can as quick as I can. It depends on my mood. I also like to have sex at least once a day although it does very from 4x a week - 10x a week with a few favorite guys including my husband, who gets it first and best.
In my defense, I have been playing with myself since I was 3 years old. I managed to figure out that if I laid on my stomach with sheets bunched up between my legs, and rocked back and forth, that it felt really REALLY good. Nap and bedtime was never the same again. I tried variations but found the best was face down but in the air with my hand between my legs using the corner of a blanket to make myself ******. Of course, I had no idea what I was doing, only that it felt amazing and there was no way on earth I was going to stop unless I was caught. I had no sexual association with it, my goal was to focus on the strong feelings between my legs and move just right til it felt the best ever.
Whenever I have trouble falling asleep I can just rub one out and off to dreamland I go. That was the best was to fall asleep ever since I was a little kid. Back then, I was yelled at plenty for touching myself anywhere until I decided to be more discreet around 8 yrs old. But even then, I couldn't be stopped completely. Bathroom floor? Check! Family room? Check! Even the garage and back yard wasn't off limits. Slumber party? Too bad, I would hold my breath and have at it. No friends ever said anything about it, and if they had I would assume they were jealous that they couldn't do it the way I could.
As an adult the compulsion has come and gone, but recently it has grown stronger. I am always turned on down there and sometimes wonder if I have some arousal disorder. I have always just loved ************, while girls in HS worried about boys getting them off, I had my hand to satisfy me, although I did have boyfriends and played with them, they weren't as skilled at it as I was.
Around 12 years old I started thinking about certain boys while I did it. Somehow it had developed into a fantasy thing. Also I learned to do it laying on my back legs spread out. After I started having sex I decided to start inserting things inside me so that I could both rub my **** and have the feeling of a **** in me.
So that is my story.... A perfect day would be laying around having sex and ************. Ahh, but reality is not that perfect!