Show Him How You Masturbate When No One’s Watching
It’s hotter than you think
I started masturbating before I knew what masturbation was.
I had no clue what I was doing. I just knew that rubbing up against stuff felt really fucking good. It was comforting, stimulating, and pleasurable all at once.
Because I went on instinct, I didn’t masturbate in the stereotypical way. I didn’t take my clothes off, lie on my back, spread my legs, and find my clit with my fingers. In fact, my fingers weren’t involved at all.
It was all humping.
It started when I realized how good it felt to grind against the arms of the sofa. I did it absent-mindedly while watching TV, but it was so fun that it distracted me from whatever was on.
I didn’t go on to hump everything in sight — I had some composure and self-control. But I did start evaluating the humpability of the things in my bedroom.
I figured out that tucking pillows between my legs and grinding against them was a great way to pass the time when I couldn’t sleep.
Then, I discovered that straddling my stuffed animals was even better — especially the ones that had firm snouts.
I only learned what masturbation was supposed to look like when I got access to…
