I've been home for 7 months now but spent a total of 5 months in hospital. I've always slept naked which I couldn't do in hospital, although just in a gown with nothing underneath, so access was quite easy. I would often masturbate under the sheet, always with curtain around my bed at night so no one would notice.
The only thing that would be better if it was my hands between your thighs.I'm a great believer that our hands should spend much more times between out thighs!
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Promises, promises…Soaked as they would be!
I'm in my 30s. I've been addicted to masturbating my whole life. I'm insanely hypersexual. Growing up I was that shy introverted innocent boy but the moment I got home and was alone and every single night when I got into bed I was naked watching porn for hours, sexting on chat rooms, Instagram, Snapchat etc.My hand is between my legs again. It’s something I’ve done since I was a kid — a habit that’s stuck with me through the years. It’s how I calm myself down, how I deal with emotions I don’t always know how to name. More than that, it’s a way I connect with myself. A kind of survival, maybe even pleasure.
I’m 30 years old. Still a virgin. That might sound strange to you, but where I come from, it’s common. Here, people don’t really talk about sex, not openly. Most women have their first time on their wedding night. I just haven’t had mine yet. I’m not married.
And yet, I’m hypersexual. Full of longing and frustration. Full of shame too, sometimes. I carry a lot of contradictions. But still — at the end of the day, my hand finds its place between my legs.
That’s how I live. Outside, I’m the girl with the jokes, the stories, the bright eyes. People like me. They think I have it all together. But at night, I slip under the covers, put on my headphones, turn on my vibrator, and play my favorite porn. That’s when I finally feel honest — like myself.
I love everything about it. The skin, the sounds, the slickness, the rawness. I love watching people lose themselves in each other. And I love remembering — like that one time with my ex, when he pressed the head of his cock against my clit, moving slowly, again and again, until I cum. I think about that a lot. That memory is one of the few places I’ve really felt seen.
I live a few different lives. The one I show the world, and the one I keep just for me. But this secret one — this private, electric version of me — it’s my favorite. Because sometimes, it really does feel like I’m getting to know the world by touching it with my clit.
But I want this part of me to be seen too. I want people to know, because I know how many girls grow up not knowing how to enjoy themselves. Some don’t even realize they’re allowed to. I want them to know they’re not alone. That it’s okay to have fantasies. That it’s okay to discover sex later in life.
No, I’m not planning to get married as a virgin — that’s not the goal. It just hasn’t happened yet. When it does, I’d like to write about it. I want to tell that story too. Because I want to talk about these things — really talk. I want to write the kind of thing I always searched for and rarely found: something nakedly honest, real, unfiltered. Something that makes you think, reflect, maybe even get turned on. Something that pushes you to go have sex or touch yourself the way you like it best.
And if this text distracts you from your routine, if it makes you pause and reach for yourself — then I’ll be happy. Because that, to me, is one of the purest pleasures the world has to offer: the pleasure of one’s own body.
That’s what I’ll be doing here — being open, being real. Sharing what I’ve felt, what I’ve lived. Telling stories in the language of sex, of eroticism, of emotion, of touch. Seeing the world that way — through sensation — and offering it back, raw.
I’m thirty. I like touching the world with my clit. I like giving myself pleasure. I like shamelessness, semen, and moans. And more than anything, I want to be honest with myself from now on — because I love myself.
I’ve decided to start a thread about this and put my bio here — a kind of personal blog where I’ll be sharing my thoughts and experiences along the way. Feel free to join in and share your own perspectives. I hope this series inspires you to cherish yourself and enjoy the irreplaceable pleasure of orgasm.
And I hope you’ll tell me about your experiences too — because just hearing about it might make me wet all over again.
And I love myself in the most literal way, too — right now, in this very moment.
Yours, Selenaaah
