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The Discovery So, you will see from the previous episode that I can get a bit dark and controlling when talking about men.

Better get back to the masturbation. I had no boyfriends to speak of before the age of sixteen. So, before that time, it was all solo action. When I hit sixteen, I stopped being a tomboy. The journals I was keeping were longer filled with fantasy islands made for exploration, and drawings of the strange creatures that lived there. Instead, I began to be interested in fashion, and also, in my body, even more than before.

I kept one drawing journal that was about all the clothes that I thought I would design one day. Mostly these were copies of things I had seen in magazines. One, from the year , has lots denim and leather, and the women all have long straight hair, and when I look back, I realise they were all a kind of new age bikie chick, who would probably have to change in order to actually ride a real motorcycle.

Then suddenly, it all changes to vintage dresses. I was into femininity. Nor does lying with my pussy under the bath spout. Rolling my clit hood back and directly touching my clit just makes it feel sore.

And, the thing with the hairdryer? What was that about? I thought I was in ecstasy. Then, around the time I turned sixteen, I came across something else. I read this post on a website called The Clit dot com, incidentally , by an older woman, saying that if she just left the tip of her vibrator on her clitoris, and relaxed, she could come over and over again.

The first few times, she said she had to push through a little discomfort right after she came, a kind of electric feeling, but after that, she could go straight onto the next one. Once she had gotten used to it, the orgasms just kept coming, like waves. She said she could have as many as forty. Up to that time, I could only have about ten, and that was really unusual. Most of the time I would have two or three, and then my clitoris would get sore. And, I always had to wait a few moments before I could start again.

It stopped working after two sessions. I guess the connections must have corroded. And that night β€” in fact it was Tuesday, June the 20th, β€” I tried it out, doing just what she said. It really, really worked. I can still remember the sense of amazement. It was like waking up. It was the sense of rolling along effortlessly, from one to the next.

I even sent a reply, years later, thanking her, but she never replied, I guess she had just logged in and posted, and forgotten about it. But it made a huge impact on me. And I wonder how many other girls read it and tried it, and made the discovery. Older girls at school taught me how to have a few. The older woman online taught me how to have many.

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The Discovery So, you will see from the previous episode that I can get a bit dark and controlling when talking about men. Better get back to the masturbation. I had no boyfriends to speak of before the age of sixteen.

So, before that time, it was all solo action. When I hit sixteen, I stopped being a tomboy. The journals I was keeping were longer filled with fantasy islands made for exploration, and drawings of the strange creatures that lived there. Instead, I began to be interested in fashion, and also, in my body, even more than before. I kept one drawing journal that was about all the clothes that I thought I would design one day.

Mostly these were copies of things I had seen in magazines. One, from the year , has lots denim and leather, and the women all have long straight hair, and when I look back, I realise they were all a kind of new age bikie chick, who would probably have to change in order to actually ride a real motorcycle. Then suddenly, it all changes to vintage dresses. I was into femininity. Nor does lying with my pussy under the bath spout. Rolling my clit hood back and directly touching my clit just makes it feel sore.

And, the thing with the hairdryer? What was that about? I thought I was in ecstasy. Then, around the time I turned sixteen, I came across something else. I read this post on a website called The Clit dot com, incidentally , by an older woman, saying that if she just left the tip of her vibrator on her clitoris, and relaxed, she could come over and over again.

The first few times, she said she had to push through a little discomfort right after she came, a kind of electric feeling, but after that, she could go straight onto the next one.

Once she had gotten used to it, the orgasms just kept coming, like waves. She said she could have as many as forty. Up to that time, I could only have about ten, and that was really unusual. Most of the time I would have two or three, and then my clitoris would get sore. And, I always had to wait a few moments before I could start again.

It stopped working after two sessions. I guess the connections must have corroded. And that night β€” in fact it was Tuesday, June the 20th, β€” I tried it out, doing just what she said. It really, really worked. I can still remember the sense of amazement. It was like waking up. It was the sense of rolling along effortlessly, from one to the next. I even sent a reply, years later, thanking her, but she never replied, I guess she had just logged in and posted, and forgotten about it.

But it made a huge impact on me. And I wonder how many other girls read it and tried it, and made the discovery. Older girls at school taught me how to have a few. The older woman online taught me how to have many.

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  1. I was into femininity. I even sent a reply, years later, thanking her, but she never replied, I guess she had just logged in and posted, and forgotten about it. She said she could have as many as forty.

  2. The journals I was keeping were longer filled with fantasy islands made for exploration, and drawings of the strange creatures that lived there.

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