Can't keep my fingers off...
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Posted:Sep 17, 2005 1:26 am
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When I masturbate...
For to be honest I must confess that I am a fervent masturbator and that I love to share my self pleasuring with other women and girls. On one side I am enough exhibitionistic to write here officially down with what a pleasure I do myself, how often and in which manner. On the other side even the thoughts that maybe now another girl or woman will put her hand in her panties too while she is reading this turns me on and make me wetting again.
But please excuse the errors in my English description. My mother language is German. And I am surely a better masturbator then an English writer.
Yes, I am crazy about masturbation. How exciting is this tightrope walking between the act a well educated girl should not do, something that isnýt respectable, and the unrestrained greed, to win some marvellous high feelings from the own body and the life! Specially when the time, the numbers, the places and the manners of these acts is commanded (and controlled) by another woman. And something else: What a fantastic tingle to play with treat between the legs - always combined with the risk that somebody from the neighbor house could observe me in my crazy goings-oný My legs widely spread, closed eyes, my nipples hardly erected, my fingers rhythmically dancing in my wet slit, turning around my highly sensitized clit - moaning loudly lost in my private world of masturbation.
Often I don't take all my clothes off for my masturbation acts. Because somehow I feel also very exciting (more dirty) to push only my T-shirt up to my shoulders to uncover my tits and my panties down to my feet. Sometimes I love also to cum directly in my panties, and I enjoy to feel me as a horny little pig.
Normally I begin my self pleasuring on my breasts. I stroke, rub, massage my tits, role my nipples between two fingers, pinch them until they are hard and highly erected. Then my hands are gliding down, enjoying my body forms, feeling my chicken skin. With delights my left hand ruffles in the small trimmed bush on my pubic, while the fingers of my right hand massage my well rounded ass cheeks, pinch them a bit before the whole hand risks some slaps. That's the point of no-return for me...
Magnetically attracted my left hand glides a little bit deeper to my clean shaved cunt and begins to unfold dewed rose, while my right hand search a way through the crack between my half moons, gliding there up and down. Slowly my index turns around this sphincter guarding the entry to my second paradise. Until today, I agree, I wasnýt courageous enough to explore the secrets in detail behind this backdoor. But just some days before a net friend sent my a very exciting report. It is, she wrote, after a not very painful deflowering so exciting and so mind blowing as on the front side. Excitements from two grottos - the maximum of lusts! I will keep on and explore this temple too.
Maybe somebody will give me a support?
Unfolding the rose my left index is tapping against my clit. Brrrr... Slowly I retire it for an instant and stick it in my mouth, sipping this delicious nectar. Hmmm... Honey from my personal little pot. But my cunt is calling, longing my nimble fingers. So my hand glides again between my wide open legs, working busy my gaping vagina. My eyes are closed, my breath begins to short, my tongue glides over the lips of my upper mouth for to wet them. My moaning is the musical accompaniment. I think, wile I sacrifice me to the goddess of the female lusts, how wonderful it would be to do all this once under a dominating lead and control. And then I feel me naughty, filthy as a slut. But is this not exactly that what I would learn to be?
First two, then three fingers of my left hand are diving deep in my open cunt, crooking, spreading left and right, gliding out and in and out and in and out and in. The muscles of my stomach are contracting. The middle finger found that spot where the squirting starts. Nothing to hear except the slippery noise of the fingers in my greedy cunt and my loud groaning! My thumb is pressing on the clit as on the overdrive button. Oh my, I cum... Yes cuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! My body jerks in a heavenly ecstasy. Again and again. And I explode as a star in the universe!
When I land again on the earth, finding my breath, I wallow satisfied in my juices. The happiness of a marvellous masturbating session!
Yes, I am a naughty one. But when this report brought you also a little excitement, it excites me too. And the cycle can begin again...
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A Playgirl...
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Posted:Sep 17, 2005 1:24 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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The masturbation school
Yes, i discovered its sweet “forbidden” secret pleasures very early. Even while my school time i fingered my pee hole each night for to get some sensations. So in soon i acquired a certain agility that it tried to share with my school friends. So i became the leader of a small girl group who passed the free afternoons in secret places for to masturbate together. For my school friends i was even then a slut. Because i was proud to stand in the middle of the group - skirt up and panties down - for to show to my friends my masturbating technique. And i loved also to demonstrate with my own fingers in my friends pussies how to do it well. So i invented finally for the group our mutual masturbation game.
But i showed my pee hole not only to the girls. I did it also for the boys without shame. And I asked them to show me in exchange their little boyhoods. More, I let the boys touching my piss hole and took the boys birdies in my hands.
In a book in mothers board i found one day the information what to do with a boyhood. So the next time i began to rub the prepuces slowly up and down, up and down, until the boys moaned. But I didn’t know much about the masculine sex. So I was surprised as i rubbed one day an older boy just in front of my face for to observe the reactions of this bigger cock, when suddenly this cock squirted a white liquid directly on my face...
So even in my school time i began to be this filthy little I am now. But opposite to now i made then no differences between the sexes. A few years later I learned to suck these cocks, to let them squirt the males cum over my face and my body or to swallow all. But even then my preference was to touch, to lick and eat females. What a great difference!
Today I am a fervent lesbian and don’t want males to penetrate me. But i always like sometimes to rub cocks and make them squirting. Just for fun and laughing. It gives me such a powerful feeling to put my hand around a males cock and make him submit to anything i want. Males are so helpless in my hand... hehehe!
It’s the same what happens to me too, when a woman put her fingers in my cunt and in my ass...
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Handmade
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Posted:Sep 17, 2005 1:21 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Bilateral masturbation
Of course i have some toys for my “forbidden” personal pleasures. And i tried it also with some fruits and vegetables. But after all, what i like the most are my own ardent fingers. i profit of all the sensitiveness in my finger points. And i think it’s the most natural manner to get off. So i developed a great dexterity through all the last years. Learning by doing: since long time an approved method. That not means, that somebody couldn’t teach me more. Something i am always open for. But it seems that my pussy loves my manners. Each time when I stroke and pinch my nipples it begins to drip intensively in anticipation. Yes, my cunt knows exactly, that this is only a prologue and that in soon it will get its big part too...
If the situation allows i prefer to play with my both hands, calling this “bilateral masturbation”. Slowly i let glide my left hand down the back through my ass crack. While my right hand cross the belly, travels over the pubis for meet my other hand just over the paradise for stroking softly ma glossy flaps, first outside, then inside, with more and more application, pinching them a little bit from time to time. That’s the moment my hole begins to steam. It’s diving time. With one finger first and then with two of my backhand i venture into the wet cavern. While a finger of my forehand tinkles my little pee hole. Of course, i know exactly where my g-spot is and i can find it each time easy when i want, for letting flow this spring of my clear juice, while with two fingers of my right i pinch and rub my pointed clit for the ultimate orgasm, squirting my nectar out...
Yes, i am a squirter. And i love to squirt my juices out, over my hands (for lick the fingers off), over my thighs and sometimes also into my panties...
That’s me, a dirty little self fucking bitch.
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Cum on me
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Posted:Sep 17, 2005 1:19 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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A masturbation fantasy
It is a charcoal dark night, late after midnight. The temperature is very high and the window wide open. Uncovered i lay on my bed. No moonlight, no starlight illuminates the room. i can’t see anything. But i feel somebody gliding through the window. Curiously i am not afraid. i hear a breathing. Softly, softly, i feel my left foot token and tied with a silky band to the post of my bed. The same happens for my right foot. A warm breathing is crossing my face. As my feet my hands are tied too to the upper posts. A pillow glides under my ass. Spread as an eagle I feel a warm body over me. Something hard is pressed against the wet lips of my woman place. A curious object is searching for a way into my dripping cunt. A big dildo? Then a delicious smelling warm and wet female altar sinks on my face. Ooooooohhh! With application my tongue explores the wet warm cavern. i lick, i suck...
That’s the moment my fingers begin their wild dance on me...
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Some like it wet...
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Posted:Sep 17, 2005 1:17 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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My first golden experiences
A born pissbrat - this I was from the beginning of my life. Even the diapers I left later as a normal . Surely because I felt me so fine in my well filled nappies. And I think, it was this experience that made me to the slut I am today. Because still now, a 19 years old girl, I feel a tingling pleasure when the golden stream runs out of my twat. But more exciting is, to hold on the need as long as possible. Then, the sudden late release is like an orgasm. When I was a , each time when I hade to pee I tried to get this crazy feeling. That was the reason why my panties had some yellow spots. My mother always made me wearing white panties, brand “little ship”, for to control how clean I was. And I had to show her my panties twice a day. Of course on the white panties she saw each spot. In this case she pulled my panties down, put me over her knee and polished my bare ass. That was the punishment for a dirty brat like me. But after, when I had to stand on the balcony, exposing my burning red bottom, each time I felt something as a need to pee again. If I had a lucky day, my mom ordered me to wear my dirty panties over my head. Hmmmm… What an exciting smelling! I enjoyed it and tried to lick with my tongue the spots off.
When I was eight, a new family entered in the apartment upstairs to our apartment. They had a in the same age as me. Susla was her name. She was very nice, and instantly I felt in love with her. It was the same for Susla. So we tried to be each free minute together.
Once we played together in the woods. Suddenly Susla said, that she had to pee. “Oh yes”, I told, “but pleas let me take a look.” Immediately she agreed, under the condition that after I piss too in front of her. So she lifted her skirt, took the panties off, spread her legs and began to piss. I kneed in the floor for to observe the spectacle of the flowing stream. Of course I wasn’t able to resist the attraction to hold my hand into the warm shower and lick my fingers off. Naturally, Susla did the same on my tour. It was so wonderful for both, that the same afternoon we did it again two more times. But the idea, to lick and dry with our tongues the starting points of these marvellous springs, came us only some weeks later...
Since that afternoon pee plays became our favourite game. We did it so often as possible, and little by little we discovered a lot of variations. Susla was very creative and mostly the leader of our games. So she created for example the “long pee contest”. For this game we hand to lay down completely undressed on our backs. Against the wall we put our asses and legs in the air in tried to squirt as far as possible in direction of our faces and mouths.
The house we lived was an older wooden house in a small town. The balcony was directly over the main street. One day Susla invented a new game, called ýraindropsý. For to play this game we pressed our nude snatches against the cracks in the wooden balcony floor. So we tried to pee on the heads of the passing people. Susla sang “Raindrops falling on my heady”. But nobody of the passing people discovered the real origin oft these drops.
Little by little Suslas games became more and more intense, more and more hard. So one day she sat undressed on my face, pressed her sweet slit gainst my lips for to pee me directly in the mouth. “We will not loose one of these precious drops”, she said.
Some time later Suslas parents moved away and I lost my play partner. But even now, many years later, I think often at this fantastic time. My piss games are more proper today. Only in the shower cubicle I let run the golden stream down my legs. Or I try to piss on all fours as a little doggy. And only from time to time I can’t resist peeing again a bit in my panties...
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Discovering my needs...
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Posted:Sep 17, 2005 1:14 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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What about this nasty ass...
Instead a long explication to explain, where my submissive tendencies are coming from, i would tell You a short personal story, happend in a small town in Switzerland. The adventure began in my time. Was it the start on the long way of my life destination? Maybe you can understand it and tell me more about...
It was in a little town, better a village, in Switzerland, where i grow up and passed my time. My father left his wife just after i was born. Even i was the only , my mother had not much time for me. She had to working hard to assure the necessary for our life. So i was often alone, playing for myself.
My mother made my dresses by herself. But maybe for to safe in textile material, she cut my skirts or pants always very short. So people could easily see the whole length of my legs and sometimes even a part of the snow white panties covering my well rounded behind.
One day, i was just 8 or 9 years old, i played in a special short skirt in a small park near my mothers house. I just tried to climb up a tree as a girl or better a young woman around 16 or 17 years saw me, stopped her light motorbike and asked me, if I would enjoy to make a small tour with her on the bike.
And how i wanted it, of course! So she drove us out of town directly into the next wood. On small ways we passed over stones and wood. My bottom was hurt on the bare metallic seat and i asked the girl to stop a moment for relaxing. She really stopped. And i told her about my pain. With a contemptuous smile she asked me to show her the place of my pains. Thinking nothing bad i did it...
First she seemed full of pity. But then suddenly she threw me down to earth, turned me on my belly, sat on my back and said, that she has to examine this more exactly. She pulled my panties down. Her hand stroked the rounds of my bare croup. And suddenly - smack, smack, smack - she began to slap my well exposed ass.
I was not able to defend me - she was too big, too strong for me. Or could be that i not wanted to do much against. Who knows...
Of course i felt each of these hits. Tears ran down my face. And i began to moan, to cry. But the girl didn't stop. She put my panties in my mouth and kept on. The only sound in the woods was the hard slapping on my greasy globes. But he most awful for me was the shame about my nudity and the humiliating act!
But then, little by little, something exciting began to grow: a feeling as thousands of ants running up and down the maltreated skin of my ass. The pain on my burning butt had something wonderful! And it was a girl who gave me this!
Forgotten all my shame! Too marvellous, too exciting was this excitement, passing through my whole body, coming from the deepness of my pelvis. So i began to let me go and go. And when the girl after a long, long while stood up for to look after a bundle of nettles and a rod, i kept still waiting for the next delight...
The girl smiled and said, that i am a born spankee, made for a submissive life, with a heavenly butt that invites to be treated again and again as it should. But at the end she drove suddenly away, my panties in her saddle pocket. So i had to walking home on secret way - a crimson red ass under a too short skirt...
This was my first spanking experience. Impressed and attired by the magic power of another woman i began to watch the girl with the motorbike for a new encounter. But she never came again.
Long time ago, this experience! In the following years of my school time i tried to provoke the other girls for getting this magic sensation again. My mother never spanked me before. But then one night as i dreamed about the girl on the motorbike, discovering the secret pleasures of self-stroking, my mom caught me by surprise and i had to confess her why...
For a long while mom looked deep in my eyes. And then she said: "If this is your need, you can get it at home." This was the beginning of a wonderful time. Quickly mom found the reasons for regular spanking sessions...
At this time i discovered that, when i felt an urge, it was much more exciting to hold it on as long as possible. So i began to enjoy the cramps of an overfilled bladder and these marvellous sensations of liberation, when after all the golden stream flow out of my pipi hole. But unfortunately sometimes i missed the right moment. So my white panties often presented some wet or yellow spots. My mother got into the habit to control my panties periodically. And of course she found each time the reason of a punishment. For her and my pleasure.
Today, 19 years old, i live alone, a single in an small own apartment. Masturbation is my favorite play. And i do it excessively, several times a day, dreaming often while my fingers run my vagina about the girl with the motorbike and my strict mom. My panties are the most time wet. Nobody punish me for this. But sometimes my naughty butt is tingling. And i feel a longing...
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Show me my further way...
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Posted:Sep 17, 2005 1:12 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Helpless on the floor
We all were between 15 und 16, Carla, Ursula and me, gone on a camping trip. We had been friends all through school, knowing each other intimately and sexually because our common masturbation games. We had had a lot of fun together over the years. But this camping trip was really boring. It rained most of the time, and we spent a lot of the days sitting in the tent, listening to music on the radio and talking. Somehow Carla got the idea of playing a game involving dares and forfeits. A silly game, but fun...
Before I had refused a dare involving walking around the field in just my bikini bottom and the forfeit was to be tied by the others and to release myself inside 5 minutes. They used spare tent pegs and rope and spreadeagled me in just my bikini. I felt so helpless and at the end of 5 minutes I was still securely tied...
Carla and Ursula both felt that I should be teased for my failure. So I had one on each side, kissing and fondling me. At first the hands stroked over my bikini, but then they decided that my tits should be properly fondled. So the bikini top came off, giving their hands and mouths unrestricted access to my sensitive nipples. And they soon tested how sensitive they were. Hot lips and sharp teeth were nibbling and teasing them, making me almost crying by the sensations...
When Ursula’s hand went into my bikini briefs she felt my wetness and decided to explore further. The bikini was pushed down a little bit and then cut off by a knife, leaving me wide open and at their mercy. And they had none...
They paid me back, helpless now, that I always had been a leader in their school games. So twenty fingers traced their way along my crack, teased first just around the edges, spread then finally my labia. So my wide open cunt was explored by four eager hands. First by sliding one finger at a time into the wetness, then as I grew more and more aroused, two and then three fingers were slid into my steaming cunt, pumped in and out until I was begging them to let me climax...
But even while I had cum they didn’t stop the play. After squeezing and rubbing my clit Carla turned between my outstretched legs and licked it to a quickly following second climax. While I had cum Ursula sat astride my face for to been eat her out...
What an orgy! Ursula squirted in my mouth, pinched with her fingers my hardened nipples, Carla put one hand under my ass, pushed a finger in my asshole, licked my wide open cunt and rubbed with two fingers of her other hand my swollen clit...
I was screaming, crying loudly and in my (sweet) pain I felt an immense lust growing up, coming from deep inside. And I started high again, crying and squirting all out in a third climax… A nearly endless one... And a nearly deadly one...
I couldn’t anymore. So Carla and Ursula went up and leaved the tenth, letting me tied as it was for two long hours: nude, alone, tears on my face, cum covered...
This was the first time that I was broken by other girls (except my spanking experiences), submitted, helpless, and used as a slutty nasty . And the experience began to mark little by little my further life...
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