This time I'm going to skip ahead I have many more
stories about Todd, but I'm going to move ahead in my life to when I was 10.
Todd was no longer in my life then, but in stories to come I'll go back and tell
more stories about Todd. For now I'm going to shift gears and tell a little bit
about some of my masturbation stories. I didn't know what to call it then,
didn't know that rubbing yourself had a name. But I did it a lot when I was a
kid. I guess it had to do with the early exposure to sex by Todd. I'm probably
going to tell two experiences here. And I'm going to share what I thought about
when I did it too. Because I still remember. Not every time, I don't remember
what I thought about. But there are a few times I remember really
well.
The Baby-sitter- (another -True- story)
My mother was
remarried at this time. Just married less than three months, I think. We were
living in my new step dad's house. And we always had lots of baby-sitters.
Mostly teenage girls, though a few were adults. This time it was an teenage
girl. I remember at the time I thought she was really old, but she was probably
about 16. Anyway she came over and was mostly watching TV. I remember I kept
whining because I wanted to make cookies. She kept telling me that we couldn't
because my mom hadn't given her permission to make cookies with us. Finally she
got really annoyed with me and told me to go to my room. I marched upstairs
really angry, and laid on the floor in my room crying.
After a while I
stopped and decided to change into my pajamas. I pulled off all my clothes, with
the door of my bedroom wide open. I heard her coming up the stairs, and I just
froze. My heart beating faster, and she came to the door, quickly apologized and
turned to leave. I closed my door, and leaned up against it. Running my hands
down over my bare tummy. I had a tickly feeling in my 'gina. I reached between
my legs and started rubbing a little, and that felt nice. I'd done this before.
I played with my clit... (though in my mind I remember thinking it was a
mini-penis. I thought that's what it was. For a long time I didn't know other
girls had them too. I thought like I had a mini-penis. But, also finding it made
me finally really understand why Todd liked me playing with his so much. Because
playing with my little-penis felt great, so I knew that he must have felt
-really- great with me playing with his big one. -giggle- Funny the way kids
think.) Anyway, I rubbed my little clit for awhile and then stopped when I
started getting wet between my legs. I went into my closet. (I used to
masturbate in my closest a lot. It was private, and was definitely big enough
for me to have room. I masturbated differently than how I now do, though
sometimes I still do it the way I did as a kid.)
I went into the closet,
and pulled one of my stuffed animals off of the shelf. I laid the stuffed animal
(a fox I think) on the floor of the closet, and then I straddled it, still
naked. I sat over its face so that the nose was pressed against my clit. I
started rocking back and forth, pressing down on the stuffed animal's face,
rubbing quicker and harder.
I kept thinking about my baby-sitter seeing
me, and I rubbed even faster, feeling the fur of the stuffed animal brushing my
legs, the little plastic nose pressed against my clit. I rubbed in fast little
circles, feeling better and better. I leaned forward, laying on down, my bum in
the air, due to the animal being under my little 'gina. I kept rubbing and
rubbing until it felt so good that I felt dizzy, like I had to go tinkle a
little. I was breathing hard, and even though I still wanted to rub I felt too
exhausted. (I didn't have true orgasms then. I did get to a point that felt
really good. And my undies would get a little sticky. But nothing like I now
know to be an orgasm. More like mini orgasms, if you want to call it that. And
though it feels a lot better now, back then that was the best feeling I knew. I
liked it a lot.)
I laid there a little catching my breath. Then I got up
slowly, picking up the animal and shoving it into the back of my closet. I left
the closet, and got dressed, walked back downstairs to sit next to the
baby-sitter girl. She asked me what I was doing upstairs, of course I said with
a little smile: "nothing."
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The
Pole- (another -True- story)
(In the basement of my mom and step dad's
there are these poles. Coming from the ceiling to the floor. Like beams, I
guess. I don't know what they're for, one day I decided to try
something.)
I don't know where I got the idea, but one day I got the idea
that I wanted to try something with that pole. I had been eyeing it for days.
Thinking. I was nervous. I knew it was 'bad' to think about rubbing against that
pole, but I wanted to so bad. It was a little after the baby-sitter incident. I
was still 10.
One day when only my step dad was home I went downstairs,
and smiled as I slipped out of all my clothes except my panties. I went over to
the pole (it was probably about as thick as a dinner plate is round) and I
wrapped my arms around it. I felt the cold metal against my chest, and my little
nipples. I shivered but I liked it. I rubbed them against the cold pole. Then
kissed the pole softly. I licked it. It tasted kinda dirty, but I still wanted
to have something to kiss, so I started kissing the pole a little, pretending it
was my 'boyfriend'. As I kissed I tried rubbing my pantied 'gina against the
pole. Rubbing up and down. I did it for awhile, but realized it was kinda hard,
wasn't comfortable.
I pulled back and thought. Then I finally figured it
out. I ran to the old couch in the basement and grabbed a pillow off of it. Then
I came back to the pole. I put the pillow on the ground in front of the pole.
Then, I got on my hands and knees, my bum facing the pole, and I backed up until
my bum touched the pole. I laid down on my tummy, and spread my legs, pushing
back so that the pole was between my legs and pressing against my 'gina. The
pillow under my lower tummy, holding my up and helped press me against the pole.
I put my hands on the cold cement floor of the basement and started pressing and
rubbing back against the pole. It kind of hurt a little when I sometimes shoved
back against it too hard, but I wanted to. I kept doing it.
Pressing and
rubbing back against the pole, the pillow half rubbing my clit too. I softly
moaned, trying to be quiet, knowing I was being bad, but it felt sooo good. I
rubbed and rubbed until I started feeling the dizzying feeling. And the rubbing
went faster for a moment, without me thinking about it. And I loved when that
happened. I laid limp on the basement floor, catching my breath, and then
finally I rose and put the pillow back, slipped back into my tee-shirt and
pants, and went back upstairs.
- - - - - - - - - -
Well, those are
two of my masturbation stories. Next time I think I'm going back to me and Todd.
I'm not sure yet. What do you think? -giggle-
Until next time, Kiddies.
~Invisible Girl invisible_girl@kittymail.com