My Sex Journal
Copyright© 2023 by Anna Capricorn
Chapter 2
True Sex Story: Chapter 2 - In November 2019, shortly before my twentieth birthday, I started a journal... a masturbation journal... a sex journal. For the last four years, I've captured everything that contributed to my sexual development: my fantasies, my friends, my sister, the Covid lockdowns, my wedding, and all of my sexual experiences and fetishes. This is my journal.
Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa ft/ft ft Rape Romantic BiSexual True Story Vignettes Sister Rough First Masturbation Petting Small Breasts
Masturbation and Me
18 November 2019
Masturbation is a daily thing for me.
When I started to masturbate, I used to strip naked every time. Being naked felt sexy, dirty. Just taking my clothes off made me feel horny. If it had been a hot, sweaty day, so much the better. I liked the scent of myself. But then I discovered that wet panties needn’t feel yucky. Yucky is a state of mind. So I turned it into something else.
I decided I would teach myself to see my wetness as a sexual thing, the feel of it, the smell of it. I loved seeing the mess I made when I took my underwear off after one of those wet days that all girls know. I would, I admit, smell myself, and taste myself too. Sometimes, it made me wonder what another girl might smell and taste like, and from time to time, from the age of sixteen or so, I had lesbian fantasies.
A friend told me she peed her panties sometimes. She dropped it into conversations to the point when I realised she was trying to tell me something. “I got locked out,” she once said. “I was trying to get in and I wet myself.” Or she might say, “I needed the bathroom, I knew I wouldn’t make it ... I wet myself.” It was only when I realised that she lived in the country and yes, although it was a fair walk from the bus stop to her home, there were plenty of fields and even some woods that she could easily have peed in and not done it in her underwear, that made me realise this was sexual.
So I tried it. Even knowing I was going to do it felt great! When I actually got to squatting down (I did it outside) and holding my skirt up, I was already very wet there. And then – I felt that warm wetness spreading, but it was way more than the feeling, it was rebellious, dirty, naughty. I felt my clit buzzing and pulsing and I rubbed myself even before I’d finished pissing. It was a really deep, almost savage cum!
Oh, it’s not something I do all the time, far from it. But now and then ... well ... a change is good, right?
My friend has a girlfriend now. (Who knew? I didn’t see it coming.) Even so, she still tells me stuff. I often wonder if she ever had desires for me, and what I would have done if she had acted in them. I would probably have gone along with it for the experience, I think. Sometimes, she and her girlfriend pee on each other. Initially I felt ooh, yucky but somewhere at the back of my mind, I kind of got it.
Sometimes, I masturbate using the shower head. A jet on my clit does it every time. I suppose, if I was in that kind of mood, a girl or a guy peeing on my clit ... well, what’s the difference?
Hmm ... sexy thoughts. I need to take care of myself now.
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