u/RosalieRedss

I need to preface this by saying that this is something which happened a while ago and i'm only just writing about it now, but it is another one of my "firsts" so I figures you guys would all enjoy hearing about it.

His name is Julian and we had been hanging out for about a month, which for me is kind of a long time to spend with someone without something happening. But Julian was patient in a way that didn't feel like he was pressuring me, more like he was waiting to see what I wanted and adjusting to that. We had kissed a lot. Made out on his couch a bunch of times. Pretty intense make out sessions too. Tongue. Hands. Etc.

The night it finally happened, we were watching a movie. I was tucked against his side with his arm around me.

He kissed me and I kissed him back and it escalated faster than usual. His hand slid under my shirt and up my stomach and I felt myself getting tense and excited under his fingers. I wasn't pulling away, just reacting. He paused.

"Is this okay?"

I nodded, which was an understatement. I wanted this so bad. His hand moved higher and his thumb traced along the bottom edge of my bra, not going under it, just following the line. We decided we needed to go somewhere more private.

We ended up in his bedroom. I remember standing up and him leading me by the hand and guiding me into the room.

He laid me down on his bed and kissed me there, slower than before, his weight half on me and half on the mattress beside me. He took my shirt off and I let him do it. I felt exposed in a way that was terrifying and exciting. I was new to this. He looked at me and said "you're beautiful" and I know that sounds like a line but I felt my face get so hot that I turned it into the pillow.

He kissed my neck. My collarbone. The center of my chest. The dip between my ribs. And I was tracking his path downward with this growing awareness that I knew where he was going and I wanted it and I was also scared in a way I couldn't fully articulate.

He paused at my stomach, his lips just above the waistband of my jeans, and looked up at me.

"Can I?"

I couldn't speak. I nodded and then said "yes" because I thought the nod might not have been clear enough.

He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down and I lifted my hips to help and there was this moment where I was lying on his bed in just my underwear and his face was level with my hips and I could feel his breath through the fabric and my whole body tensed up.

He kissed me through my underwear first. Just a soft, warm press of his lips against the cotton, right where I was most sensitive, and my hand flew to my mouth because the sound that came out of it was not intentional He did it again, slower, his mouth open slightly this time, and I felt the heat and the pressure and the slight dampness of his tongue and my hips moved against him.

"Can I take these off?" he asked against my skin.

"Yes" I said, and my voice was shaky.

He pulled them down and my pussy was completely exposed and I felt every nerve ending in my body tingle. He looked at me, just looked, and I wanted to close my legs and also never close them again. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then the other one, and I realized I was probably hornier than I ever had been before.

The first time his tongue touched me, directly, nothing in between, I stopped breathing.

It wasn't what I expected. I thought it would be good, obviously, that's the whole idea. But I didn't know it would feel like that. His tongue was soft and warm and slow, tracing from bottom to top. I knew he had done it before, but I was honestly surprised by how confident he was asking.

He found my clit. He found it and he stayed there, this gentle pressure, his tongue flat and moving in slow circles, and I couldn't keep still. My hips were grinding up toward his mouth and I was making sounds I couldn't stop myself from making. Little gasps and whimpers that came out on their own, that I couldn't have stopped even if I'd wanted to.

He put his hands on my thighs, kind of holding me down, and the feeling of his palms on my bare skin while his mouth worked was almost too much for me to handle. I was so wet. I could feel it. The slipperyness of it, the mess of it, and part of me was mortified and part of me didn't care at all because it felt so good that shame couldn't compete.

He added a finger into me and I gasped and he paused and looked up at me and I said "don't stop" before he could ask if I was okay. He pushed it deeper, curling it, and his tongue kept going, and I was spiraling out of control. The feeling built and built, this tightening in my core that spread outward through my thighs and my stomach and my chest until my whole body felt tense as hell.

I came while moaning his name. It came in waves. Not one sharp peak but these rolling, pulsing contractions that made my legs shake and my breath catch. His mouth stayed on me through all of it, gentler now, slower, easing me down, and I could hear myself making these soft, broken sounds that were somewhere between crying and moaning.

He pulled away when my body finally went limp and kissed his way back up my body until he reached my lips and I remember tasting myself on him. I actually really liked the taste. I was surprised by that.

He came back up and lay beside me and I curled into him and hid my face in his chest and he rubbed my back and neither of us said anything for a while.

"Was that okay?" he asked eventually.

"It was amazing" I told him.

I thought about reciprocating. I wanted to. But I was so overwhelmed and nervious that I just didn't, and he didn't ask.

I went home later that night and sat on the edge of my bed and touched my lips down there and I ended up playing with my vibrator that I had just recently gotten. I thought my vibrator was life changing when I first got it, but now I realize that I prefer the real thing. Its just better.

I texted him "thank you" at 2am and then immediately regretted it because who says thank you? But he replied with "Anytime" and a period at the end, just "Anytime" so I guess it was ok.

Anyways. There is another one of my first time stories for you. It is a special one to me so I hope you liked reading it.

I need to preface this by saying that this is something which happened a while ago and i'm only just writing about it now, but it is another one of my "firsts" so I figures you guys would all enjoy hearing about it.

His name is Julian and we had been hanging out for about a month, which for me is kind of a long time to spend with someone without something happening. But Julian was patient in a way that didn't feel like he was pressuring me, more like he was waiting to see what I wanted and adjusting to that. We had kissed a lot. Made out on his couch a bunch of times. Pretty intense make out sessions too. Tongue. Hands. Etc.

The night it finally happened, we were watching a movie. I was tucked against his side with his arm around me.

He kissed me and I kissed him back and it escalated faster than usual. His hand slid under my shirt and up my stomach and I felt myself getting tense and excited under his fingers. I wasn't pulling away, just reacting. He paused.

"Is this okay?"

I nodded, which was an understatement. I wanted this so bad. His hand moved higher and his thumb traced along the bottom edge of my bra, not going under it, just following the line. We decided we needed to go somewhere more private.

We ended up in his bedroom. I remember standing up and him leading me by the hand and guiding me into the room.

He laid me down on his bed and kissed me there, slower than before, his weight half on me and half on the mattress beside me. He took my shirt off and I let him do it. I felt exposed in a way that was terrifying and exciting. I was new to this. He looked at me and said "you're beautiful" and I know that sounds like a line but I felt my face get so hot that I turned it into the pillow.

He kissed my neck. My collarbone. The center of my chest. The dip between my ribs. And I was tracking his path downward with this growing awareness that I knew where he was going and I wanted it and I was also scared in a way I couldn't fully articulate.

He paused at my stomach, his lips just above the waistband of my jeans, and looked up at me.

"Can I?"

I couldn't speak. I nodded and then said "yes" because I thought the nod might not have been clear enough.

He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down and I lifted my hips to help and there was this moment where I was lying on his bed in just my underwear and his face was level with my hips and I could feel his breath through the fabric and my whole body tensed up.

He kissed me through my underwear first. Just a soft, warm press of his lips against the cotton, right where I was most sensitive, and my hand flew to my mouth because the sound that came out of it was not intentional He did it again, slower, his mouth open slightly this time, and I felt the heat and the pressure and the slight dampness of his tongue and my hips moved against him.

"Can I take these off?" he asked against my skin.

"Yes" I said, and my voice was shaky.

He pulled them down and my pussy was completely exposed and I felt every nerve ending in my body tingle. He looked at me, just looked, and I wanted to close my legs and also never close them again. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then the other one, and I realized I was probably hornier than I ever had been before.

The first time his tongue touched me, directly, nothing in between, I stopped breathing.

It wasn't what I expected. I thought it would be good, obviously, that's the whole idea. But I didn't know it would feel like that. His tongue was soft and warm and slow, tracing from bottom to top. I knew he had done it before, but I was honestly surprised by how confident he was asking.

He found my clit. He found it and he stayed there, this gentle pressure, his tongue flat and moving in slow circles, and I couldn't keep still. My hips were grinding up toward his mouth and I was making sounds I couldn't stop myself from making. Little gasps and whimpers that came out on their own, that I couldn't have stopped even if I'd wanted to.

He put his hands on my thighs, kind of holding me down, and the feeling of his palms on my bare skin while his mouth worked was almost too much for me to handle. I was so wet. I could feel it. The slipperyness of it, the mess of it, and part of me was mortified and part of me didn't care at all because it felt so good that shame couldn't compete.

He added a finger into me and I gasped and he paused and looked up at me and I said "don't stop" before he could ask if I was okay. He pushed it deeper, curling it, and his tongue kept going, and I was spiraling out of control. The feeling built and built, this tightening in my core that spread outward through my thighs and my stomach and my chest until my whole body felt tense as hell.

I came while moaning his name. It came in waves. Not one sharp peak but these rolling, pulsing contractions that made my legs shake and my breath catch. His mouth stayed on me through all of it, gentler now, slower, easing me down, and I could hear myself making these soft, broken sounds that were somewhere between crying and moaning.

He pulled away when my body finally went limp and kissed his way back up my body until he reached my lips and I remember tasting myself on him. I actually really liked the taste. I was surprised by that.

He came back up and lay beside me and I curled into him and hid my face in his chest and he rubbed my back and neither of us said anything for a while.

"Was that okay?" he asked eventually.

"It was amazing" I told him.

I thought about reciprocating. I wanted to. But I was so overwhelmed and nervious that I just didn't, and he didn't ask.

I went home later that night and sat on the edge of my bed and touched my lips down there and I ended up playing with my vibrator that I had just recently gotten. I thought my vibrator was life changing when I first got it, but now I realize that I prefer the real thing. Its just better.

I texted him "thank you" at 2am and then immediately regretted it because who says thank you? But he replied with "Anytime" and a period at the end, just "Anytime" so I guess it was ok.

Anyways. There is another one of my first time stories for you. It is a special one to me so I hope you liked reading it.

I need to preface this by saying that this is something which happened a while ago and i'm only just writing about it now, but it is another one of my "firsts" so I figures you guys would all enjoy hearing about it.

His name is Julian and we had been hanging out for about a month, which for me is kind of a long time to spend with someone without something happening. But Julian was patient in a way that didn't feel like he was pressuring me, more like he was waiting to see what I wanted and adjusting to that. We had kissed a lot. Made out on his couch a bunch of times. Pretty intense make out sessions too. Tongue. Hands. Etc.

The night it finally happened, we were watching a movie. I was tucked against his side with his arm around me.

He kissed me and I kissed him back and it escalated faster than usual. His hand slid under my shirt and up my stomach and I felt myself getting tense and excited under his fingers. I wasn't pulling away, just reacting. He paused.

"Is this okay?"

I nodded, which was an understatement. I wanted this so bad. His hand moved higher and his thumb traced along the bottom edge of my bra, not going under it, just following the line. We decided we needed to go somewhere more private.

We ended up in his bedroom. I remember standing up and him leading me by the hand and guiding me into the room.

He laid me down on his bed and kissed me there, slower than before, his weight half on me and half on the mattress beside me. He took my shirt off and I let him do it. I felt exposed in a way that was terrifying and exciting. I was new to this. He looked at me and said "you're beautiful" and I know that sounds like a line but I felt my face get so hot that I turned it into the pillow.

He kissed my neck. My collarbone. The center of my chest. The dip between my ribs. And I was tracking his path downward with this growing awareness that I knew where he was going and I wanted it and I was also scared in a way I couldn't fully articulate.

He paused at my stomach, his lips just above the waistband of my jeans, and looked up at me.

"Can I?"

I couldn't speak. I nodded and then said "yes" because I thought the nod might not have been clear enough.

He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down and I lifted my hips to help and there was this moment where I was lying on his bed in just my underwear and his face was level with my hips and I could feel his breath through the fabric and my whole body tensed up.

He kissed me through my underwear first. Just a soft, warm press of his lips against the cotton, right where I was most sensitive, and my hand flew to my mouth because the sound that came out of it was not intentional He did it again, slower, his mouth open slightly this time, and I felt the heat and the pressure and the slight dampness of his tongue and my hips moved against him.

"Can I take these off?" he asked against my skin.

"Yes" I said, and my voice was shaky.

He pulled them down and my pussy was completely exposed and I felt every nerve ending in my body tingle. He looked at me, just looked, and I wanted to close my legs and also never close them again. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then the other one, and I realized I was probably hornier than I ever had been before.

The first time his tongue touched me, directly, nothing in between, I stopped breathing.

It wasn't what I expected. I thought it would be good, obviously, that's the whole idea. But I didn't know it would feel like that. His tongue was soft and warm and slow, tracing from bottom to top. I knew he had done it before, but I was honestly surprised by how confident he was asking.

He found my clit. He found it and he stayed there, this gentle pressure, his tongue flat and moving in slow circles, and I couldn't keep still. My hips were grinding up toward his mouth and I was making sounds I couldn't stop myself from making. Little gasps and whimpers that came out on their own, that I couldn't have stopped even if I'd wanted to.

He put his hands on my thighs, kind of holding me down, and the feeling of his palms on my bare skin while his mouth worked was almost too much for me to handle. I was so wet. I could feel it. The slipperyness of it, the mess of it, and part of me was mortified and part of me didn't care at all because it felt so good that shame couldn't compete.

He added a finger into me and I gasped and he paused and looked up at me and I said "don't stop" before he could ask if I was okay. He pushed it deeper, curling it, and his tongue kept going, and I was spiraling out of control. The feeling built and built, this tightening in my core that spread outward through my thighs and my stomach and my chest until my whole body felt tense as hell.

I came while moaning his name. It came in waves. Not one sharp peak but these rolling, pulsing contractions that made my legs shake and my breath catch. His mouth stayed on me through all of it, gentler now, slower, easing me down, and I could hear myself making these soft, broken sounds that were somewhere between crying and moaning.

He pulled away when my body finally went limp and kissed his way back up my body until he reached my lips and I remember tasting myself on him. I actually really liked the taste. I was surprised by that.

He came back up and lay beside me and I curled into him and hid my face in his chest and he rubbed my back and neither of us said anything for a while.

"Was that okay?" he asked eventually.

"It was amazing" I told him.

I thought about reciprocating. I wanted to. But I was so overwhelmed and nervious that I just didn't, and he didn't ask.

I went home later that night and sat on the edge of my bed and touched my lips down there and I ended up playing with my vibrator that I had just recently gotten. I thought my vibrator was life changing when I first got it, but now I realize that I prefer the real thing. Its just better.

I texted him "thank you" at 2am and then immediately regretted it because who says thank you? But he replied with "Anytime" and a period at the end, just "Anytime" so I guess it was ok.

Anyways. There is another one of my first time stories for you. It is a special one to me so I hope you liked reading it.

I need to preface this by saying that this is something which happened a while ago and i'm only just writing about it now, but it is another one of my "firsts" so I figures you guys would all enjoy hearing about it.

His name is Julian and we had been hanging out for about a month, which for me is kind of a long time to spend with someone without something happening. But Julian was patient in a way that didn't feel like he was pressuring me, more like he was waiting to see what I wanted and adjusting to that. We had kissed a lot. Made out on his couch a bunch of times. Pretty intense make out sessions too. Tongue. Hands. Etc.

The night it finally happened, we were watching a movie. I was tucked against his side with his arm around me.

He kissed me and I kissed him back and it escalated faster than usual. His hand slid under my shirt and up my stomach and I felt myself getting tense and excited under his fingers. I wasn't pulling away, just reacting. He paused.

"Is this okay?"

I nodded, which was an understatement. I wanted this so bad. His hand moved higher and his thumb traced along the bottom edge of my bra, not going under it, just following the line. We decided we needed to go somewhere more private.

We ended up in his bedroom. I remember standing up and him leading me by the hand and guiding me into the room.

He laid me down on his bed and kissed me there, slower than before, his weight half on me and half on the mattress beside me. He took my shirt off and I let him do it. I felt exposed in a way that was terrifying and exciting. I was new to this. He looked at me and said "you're beautiful" and I know that sounds like a line but I felt my face get so hot that I turned it into the pillow.

He kissed my neck. My collarbone. The center of my chest. The dip between my ribs. And I was tracking his path downward with this growing awareness that I knew where he was going and I wanted it and I was also scared in a way I couldn't fully articulate.

He paused at my stomach, his lips just above the waistband of my jeans, and looked up at me.

"Can I?"

I couldn't speak. I nodded and then said "yes" because I thought the nod might not have been clear enough.

He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down and I lifted my hips to help and there was this moment where I was lying on his bed in just my underwear and his face was level with my hips and I could feel his breath through the fabric and my whole body tensed up.

He kissed me through my underwear first. Just a soft, warm press of his lips against the cotton, right where I was most sensitive, and my hand flew to my mouth because the sound that came out of it was not intentional He did it again, slower, his mouth open slightly this time, and I felt the heat and the pressure and the slight dampness of his tongue and my hips moved against him.

"Can I take these off?" he asked against my skin.

"Yes" I said, and my voice was shaky.

He pulled them down and my pussy was completely exposed and I felt every nerve ending in my body tingle. He looked at me, just looked, and I wanted to close my legs and also never close them again. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then the other one, and I realized I was probably hornier than I ever had been before.

The first time his tongue touched me, directly, nothing in between, I stopped breathing.

It wasn't what I expected. I thought it would be good, obviously, that's the whole idea. But I didn't know it would feel like that. His tongue was soft and warm and slow, tracing from bottom to top. I knew he had done it before, but I was honestly surprised by how confident he was asking.

He found my clit. He found it and he stayed there, this gentle pressure, his tongue flat and moving in slow circles, and I couldn't keep still. My hips were grinding up toward his mouth and I was making sounds I couldn't stop myself from making. Little gasps and whimpers that came out on their own, that I couldn't have stopped even if I'd wanted to.

He put his hands on my thighs, kind of holding me down, and the feeling of his palms on my bare skin while his mouth worked was almost too much for me to handle. I was so wet. I could feel it. The slipperyness of it, the mess of it, and part of me was mortified and part of me didn't care at all because it felt so good that shame couldn't compete.

He added a finger into me and I gasped and he paused and looked up at me and I said "don't stop" before he could ask if I was okay. He pushed it deeper, curling it, and his tongue kept going, and I was spiraling out of control. The feeling built and built, this tightening in my core that spread outward through my thighs and my stomach and my chest until my whole body felt tense as hell.

I came while moaning his name. It came in waves. Not one sharp peak but these rolling, pulsing contractions that made my legs shake and my breath catch. His mouth stayed on me through all of it, gentler now, slower, easing me down, and I could hear myself making these soft, broken sounds that were somewhere between crying and moaning.

He pulled away when my body finally went limp and kissed his way back up my body until he reached my lips and I remember tasting myself on him. I actually really liked the taste. I was surprised by that.

He came back up and lay beside me and I curled into him and hid my face in his chest and he rubbed my back and neither of us said anything for a while.

"Was that okay?" he asked eventually.

"It was amazing" I told him.

I thought about reciprocating. I wanted to. But I was so overwhelmed and nervious that I just didn't, and he didn't ask.

I went home later that night and sat on the edge of my bed and touched my lips down there and I ended up playing with my vibrator that I had just recently gotten. I thought my vibrator was life changing when I first got it, but now I realize that I prefer the real thing. Its just better.

I texted him "thank you" at 2am and then immediately regretted it because who says thank you? But he replied with "Anytime" and a period at the end, just "Anytime" so I guess it was ok.

Anyways. There is another one of my first time stories for you. It is a special one to me so I hope you liked reading it.

Okay so this is the story of my first vibrator. I know it isn't as crazy a sexual experience as most of the ones you probably find on here, but it is real and it was pretty significant so far as my sexual development is concerned so I figured I would share.

I had been putting this off for like a year. More than a year, actually. I kept adding it to my cart on different websites and then deleting it because the thought of it showing up at my door in a box that someone, my roommate, a delivery person, literally anyone, might see made me want to die of embarrassment.

Last week my roommate went back home for a few days to visit her parents and I thought, okay. Now or never. Lets get it. I ordered the one that had the most reviews that weren't obviously fake, the kind of reviews where people wrote entire paragraphs about "ergonomic design" and "body safe silicone" and bullshit like that. It was small and purple and came in a plain brown box that said nothing on the outside, which I appreciated a lot. These people know what they are doing haha.

I opened it at the kitchen table. Washed it off, because the instructions say to do that, and then I just sort of stood there holding it and feeling it awkwardly.

I took it to my room. Closed the door, which was pointless because nobody was home, but I did it anyway. Locked it too. I guess it just made me feel more comfortable. Then I sat on my bed trying to figure out what I should do.

I ended up watching porn for a while feeling kind of nervous but eventually I started getting into it, and I found myself getting horny. I was used to masturbating with my fingers until this point, so I started with that until eventually I was really worked up.

I gotta say. The first time you press a vibrator against your clit, your entire body jumps. Not in a bad way. In a "what the hell was that hole fuck" kinda way. I literally gasped and pulled it away and then just paused for a second. Because I've used my hands before, obviously, that's not new, but this was completely different. It was like the difference between someone tapping your shoulder and someone grabbing it. A big difference. It did feel good though.

I tried again. Lower setting this time. Slower. More gentle. I pressed it against myself through the fabric of my underwear too this time, which was actually smart thinking. Okay. Okay. This was something I thought to myself. The vibration spread out in a buzzy sort of way that made me tense up.

Then I pulled my underwear off. Shit was about to get real. It was happening.

The first time I put it directly on my clit, I actually said "oh" out loud. More like moaned it. Just, "oh." Because the feeling was immediate and overwhelming and way more intense than my fingers have ever been in my life. I pulled it away again because it was almost too much for me to handle, but then I went back. I kept doing that. Pressing it down and pulling it back, getting closer each time, staying longer each time. I pretty quickly realized what all the hype was about. It was honestly fucking amazing.

I found a method that worked for me after maybe five minutes of experimenting. Not directly on my clit but just to the side of it. Keeping the vibration close enough to radiate through my pussy and clit, but not so direct that it was too strong for me. I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes and let myself just feel it. I thought about this guy from a party a few weeks ago. Me making out with him on the couch. Us touching each other.

The orgasm built up so slowly that I almost didn't realize it at first. It felt different from using my hands. When I use my hands, it's more localized. This was everywhere. More intense and full body.

When it hit me I grabbed the sheets with my free hand and my back arched off the bed slightly and I made a sound that was loud enough that my roommate totally would have heard if she was home. It was involuntary and a little desperate to be honest, and it went on for longer than I expected because the vibrator was still going and the aftershocks kept buzzing through me in little waves.

I turned it off once I was finally done and just lay there for a while. Just breathing. Staring at the ceiling. Feeling like I had discovered fire. It was a revolution.

I did it again forty minutes later.

And then again before bed.

And then again in the morning the moment I woke up.

I came in under five minutes each of the next few times after that. It was like magic. No more long sessions just trying to get myself over the edge. A revolution. Seriously.

The next night I woke up at 3am and it was on the bed next to me and I realized that I had literally fallen asleep with the fucking thing in my hand. I was obsessed and addicted from that point onwards.

Honestly the discovery of the vibrator is probably what made me obsessed with sex and masturbation and slutty stuff like that. It just opened my eyes to a whole new world. I have been this way ever since. I know this story probably feels way too tame or whatever, but for me it is the realest and most significant sexual experience of my life. So I feel like it is right for me to share.

Okay so this is the story of my first vibrator. I know it isn't as crazy a sexual experience as most of the ones you probably find on here, but it is real and it was pretty significant so far as my sexual development is concerned so I figured I would share.

I had been putting this off for like a year. More than a year, actually. I kept adding it to my cart on different websites and then deleting it because the thought of it showing up at my door in a box that someone, my roommate, a delivery person, literally anyone, might see made me want to die of embarrassment.

Last week my roommate went back home for a few days to visit her parents and I thought, okay. Now or never. Lets get it. I ordered the one that had the most reviews that weren't obviously fake, the kind of reviews where people wrote entire paragraphs about "ergonomic design" and "body safe silicone" and bullshit like that. It was small and purple and came in a plain brown box that said nothing on the outside, which I appreciated a lot. These people know what they are doing haha.

I opened it at the kitchen table. Washed it off, because the instructions say to do that, and then I just sort of stood there holding it and feeling it awkwardly.

I took it to my room. Closed the door, which was pointless because nobody was home, but I did it anyway. Locked it too. I guess it just made me feel more comfortable. Then I sat on my bed trying to figure out what I should do.

I ended up watching porn for a while feeling kind of nervous but eventually I started getting into it, and I found myself getting horny. I was used to masturbating with my fingers until this point, so I started with that until eventually I was really worked up.

I gotta say. The first time you press a vibrator against your clit, your entire body jumps. Not in a bad way. In a "what the hell was that hole fuck" kinda way. I literally gasped and pulled it away and then just paused for a second. Because I've used my hands before, obviously, that's not new, but this was completely different. It was like the difference between someone tapping your shoulder and someone grabbing it. A big difference. It did feel good though.

I tried again. Lower setting this time. Slower. More gentle. I pressed it against myself through the fabric of my underwear too this time, which was actually smart thinking. Okay. Okay. This was something I thought to myself. The vibration spread out in a buzzy sort of way that made me tense up.

Then I pulled my underwear off. Shit was about to get real. It was happening.

The first time I put it directly on my clit, I actually said "oh" out loud. More like moaned it. Just, "oh." Because the feeling was immediate and overwhelming and way more intense than my fingers have ever been in my life. I pulled it away again because it was almost too much for me to handle, but then I went back. I kept doing that. Pressing it down and pulling it back, getting closer each time, staying longer each time. I pretty quickly realized what all the hype was about. It was honestly fucking amazing.

I found a method that worked for me after maybe five minutes of experimenting. Not directly on my clit but just to the side of it. Keeping the vibration close enough to radiate through my pussy and clit, but not so direct that it was too strong for me. I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes and let myself just feel it. I thought about this guy from a party a few weeks ago. Me making out with him on the couch. Us touching each other.

The orgasm built up so slowly that I almost didn't realize it at first. It felt different from using my hands. When I use my hands, it's more localized. This was everywhere. More intense and full body.

When it hit me I grabbed the sheets with my free hand and my back arched off the bed slightly and I made a sound that was loud enough that my roommate totally would have heard if she was home. It was involuntary and a little desperate to be honest, and it went on for longer than I expected because the vibrator was still going and the aftershocks kept buzzing through me in little waves.

I turned it off once I was finally done and just lay there for a while. Just breathing. Staring at the ceiling. Feeling like I had discovered fire. It was a revolution.

I did it again forty minutes later.

And then again before bed.

And then again in the morning the moment I woke up.

I came in under five minutes each of the next few times after that. It was like magic. No more long sessions just trying to get myself over the edge. A revolution. Seriously.

The next night I woke up at 3am and it was on the bed next to me and I realized that I had literally fallen asleep with the fucking thing in my hand. I was obsessed and addicted from that point onwards.

Honestly the discovery of the vibrator is probably what made me obsessed with sex and masturbation and slutty stuff like that. It just opened my eyes to a whole new world. I have been this way ever since. I know this story probably feels way too tame or whatever, but for me it is the realest and most significant sexual experience of my life. So I feel like it is right for me to share.

Okay so this is the story of my first vibrator. I know it isn't as crazy a sexual experience as most of the ones you probably find on here, but it is real and it was pretty significant so far as my sexual development is concerned so I figured I would share.

I had been putting this off for like a year. More than a year, actually. I kept adding it to my cart on different websites and then deleting it because the thought of it showing up at my door in a box that someone, my roommate, a delivery person, literally anyone, might see made me want to die of embarrassment.

Last week my roommate went back home for a few days to visit her parents and I thought, okay. Now or never. Lets get it. I ordered the one that had the most reviews that weren't obviously fake, the kind of reviews where people wrote entire paragraphs about "ergonomic design" and "body safe silicone" and bullshit like that. It was small and purple and came in a plain brown box that said nothing on the outside, which I appreciated a lot. These people know what they are doing haha.

I opened it at the kitchen table. Washed it off, because the instructions say to do that, and then I just sort of stood there holding it and feeling it awkwardly.

I took it to my room. Closed the door, which was pointless because nobody was home, but I did it anyway. Locked it too. I guess it just made me feel more comfortable. Then I sat on my bed trying to figure out what I should do.

I ended up watching porn for a while feeling kind of nervous but eventually I started getting into it, and I found myself getting horny. I was used to masturbating with my fingers until this point, so I started with that until eventually I was really worked up.

I gotta say. The first time you press a vibrator against your clit, your entire body jumps. Not in a bad way. In a "what the hell was that hole fuck" kinda way. I literally gasped and pulled it away and then just paused for a second. Because I've used my hands before, obviously, that's not new, but this was completely different. It was like the difference between someone tapping your shoulder and someone grabbing it. A big difference. It did feel good though.

I tried again. Lower setting this time. Slower. More gentle. I pressed it against myself through the fabric of my underwear too this time, which was actually smart thinking. Okay. Okay. This was something I thought to myself. The vibration spread out in a buzzy sort of way that made me tense up.

Then I pulled my underwear off. Shit was about to get real. It was happening.

The first time I put it directly on my clit, I actually said "oh" out loud. More like moaned it. Just, "oh." Because the feeling was immediate and overwhelming and way more intense than my fingers have ever been in my life. I pulled it away again because it was almost too much for me to handle, but then I went back. I kept doing that. Pressing it down and pulling it back, getting closer each time, staying longer each time. I pretty quickly realized what all the hype was about. It was honestly fucking amazing.

I found a method that worked for me after maybe five minutes of experimenting. Not directly on my clit but just to the side of it. Keeping the vibration close enough to radiate through my pussy and clit, but not so direct that it was too strong for me. I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes and let myself just feel it. I thought about this guy from a party a few weeks ago. Me making out with him on the couch. Us touching each other.

The orgasm built up so slowly that I almost didn't realize it at first. It felt different from using my hands. When I use my hands, it's more localized. This was everywhere. More intense and full body.

When it hit me I grabbed the sheets with my free hand and my back arched off the bed slightly and I made a sound that was loud enough that my roommate totally would have heard if she was home. It was involuntary and a little desperate to be honest, and it went on for longer than I expected because the vibrator was still going and the aftershocks kept buzzing through me in little waves.

I turned it off once I was finally done and just lay there for a while. Just breathing. Staring at the ceiling. Feeling like I had discovered fire. It was a revolution.

I did it again forty minutes later.

And then again before bed.

And then again in the morning the moment I woke up.

I came in under five minutes each of the next few times after that. It was like magic. No more long sessions just trying to get myself over the edge. A revolution. Seriously.

The next night I woke up at 3am and it was on the bed next to me and I realized that I had literally fallen asleep with the fucking thing in my hand. I was obsessed and addicted from that point onwards.

Honestly the discovery of the vibrator is probably what made me obsessed with sex and masturbation and slutty stuff like that. It just opened my eyes to a whole new world. I have been this way ever since. I know this story probably feels way too tame or whatever, but for me it is the realest and most significant sexual experience of my life. So I feel like it is right for me to share.

Okay so this is probably going to sound like nothing that exciting, but for me it was a big first and I guess I just wanted to share it.

My friend Grant was driving me home after a party and it was really late and there was nobody on the road. I was a little tipsy. Nothing crazy but enough that I was feeling pretty horny and reckless. I kept looking at him while he drove. His smile, his hands on the wheel, the way the streetlights hit his face every few seconds. Idk why but it just felt romantic.

I don't know what came over me. I just leaned over and put my hand on his thigh and he didn't move, didn't say anything, just kind of looked at me in a questioning sort of way. So I went lower. And then I was unzipping his shorts. It was kinda awkward and took longer than I expected but he let me do it and still didn't say anything. I could feel him getting hard under my hand and my whole body got tense from nerves.

I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth and his free hand immediately went to the back of my head. Not pushing, just resting there, fingers in my hair as I bobbed up and down. He said "oh, fuck" really quietly and that one small reaction made me finally relax and get into it.

His hand tightened every time I went deeper. It was so exciting for me honestly.

He pulled over at some point because I guess he couldn't focus on driving, and I finished him off on the side of the road. I was bent across the center console with his hand tangled in my hair and his hips lifting off the seat until he eventually came in my mouth. I almost gagged but I did my best and managed to swallow almost all of it. I felt pretty proud of myself i'm not gonna lie.

We haven't talked about it since, but I really want to do it again. I think I love giving blowjobs.

Okay so this is probably going to sound like nothing that exciting, but for me it was a big first and I guess I just wanted to share it.

My friend Grant was driving me home after a party and it was really late and there was nobody on the road. I was a little tipsy. Nothing crazy but enough that I was feeling pretty horny and reckless. I kept looking at him while he drove. His smile, his hands on the wheel, the way the streetlights hit his face every few seconds. Idk why but it just felt romantic.

I don't know what came over me. I just leaned over and put my hand on his thigh and he didn't move, didn't say anything, just kind of looked at me in a questioning sort of way. So I went lower. And then I was unzipping his shorts. It was kinda awkward and took longer than I expected but he let me do it and still didn't say anything. I could feel him getting hard under my hand and my whole body got tense from nerves.

I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth and his free hand immediately went to the back of my head. Not pushing, just resting there, fingers in my hair as I bobbed up and down. He said "oh, fuck" really quietly and that one small reaction made me finally relax and get into it.

His hand tightened every time I went deeper. It was so exciting for me honestly.

He pulled over at some point because I guess he couldn't focus on driving, and I finished him off on the side of the road. I was bent across the center console with his hand tangled in my hair and his hips lifting off the seat until he eventually came in my mouth. I almost gagged but I did my best and managed to swallow almost all of it. I felt pretty proud of myself i'm not gonna lie.

We haven't talked about it since, but I really want to do it again. I think I love giving blowjobs.

Okay so this is probably going to sound like nothing that exciting, but for me it was a big first and I guess I just wanted to share it.

My friend Grant was driving me home after a party and it was really late and there was nobody on the road. I was a little tipsy. Nothing crazy but enough that I was feeling pretty horny and reckless. I kept looking at him while he drove. His smile, his hands on the wheel, the way the streetlights hit his face every few seconds. Idk why but it just felt romantic.

I don't know what came over me. I just leaned over and put my hand on his thigh and he didn't move, didn't say anything, just kind of looked at me in a questioning sort of way. So I went lower. And then I was unzipping his shorts. It was kinda awkward and took longer than I expected but he let me do it and still didn't say anything. I could feel him getting hard under my hand and my whole body got tense from nerves.

I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth and his free hand immediately went to the back of my head. Not pushing, just resting there, fingers in my hair as I bobbed up and down. He said "oh, fuck" really quietly and that one small reaction made me finally relax and get into it.

His hand tightened every time I went deeper. It was so exciting for me honestly.

He pulled over at some point because I guess he couldn't focus on driving, and I finished him off on the side of the road. I was bent across the center console with his hand tangled in my hair and his hips lifting off the seat until he eventually came in my mouth. I almost gagged but I did my best and managed to swallow almost all of it. I felt pretty proud of myself i'm not gonna lie.

We haven't talked about it since, but I really want to do it again. I think I love giving blowjobs.

this is embarrassing and i need to tell someone.

i was at the grocery store. completely normal tuesday afternoon grocery store. i was in the checkout line with a basket of things and a guy behind me said "excuse me" to reach past me for one of those divider bars and his arm brushed mine and he was warm and he smelled good and he was, objectively, very good looking in a way that apparently i couldn't handle.

he apologized. i said it was fine. he smiled. it was a particular time of month for me and i'm honestly REALLY vulnerable to my cycle. when i'm fertile literally the slightest thing ever makes me unreasonably horny. i think i'm just a little bit hypersexual, and when i'm most fertile i just get a little crazy.

and then i stood there in the checkout line for the next four minutes being completely unreasonable about it. heart going. very aware of him behind me. i kept not looking at him and then accidentally looking at him in the little security mirror above the register and then immediately looking somewhere else. thoughts of getting fucked by him were rushing through my head but i was too afraid to do anything to make it happen. i wish he flirted with me or something.

by the time i got to the cashier i was genuinely flushed. i paid. i walked directly to the bathroom in the back of the store.

i stood at the sink for a second telling myself i was being ridiculous. then i went into the stall. i have a bullet vibrator that i keep in my purse because i know myself and this isn't exactly the first time i have done something like this.

it took less than two minutes with my vibrator pressed against my clit which is honestly worse than if it had taken longer. it just shows how pent up i was. someone literally walked into the bathroom while i was in the stall and i didn't even pause for a moment. i just kept imagining that it was the guy from earlier and i had thoughts of him kicking down the stall door and fucking me right there in the grocery store bathroom. slutty thoughts. you get it i'm sure.

i came out and fixed my ponytail in the mirror and took my groceries and went home and i don't think anyone knew but me. i genuinely don't know what came over me. one arm brush. one smile. i am apparently very easy. god i wish he fucked me.

he had a wedding ring, by the way. i have never been with a married guy before, but now i kinda really want to. just to see what it is like. something about it triggered me i think i honestly don't really understand it myself.

ok this is a little embarrassing to admit but i've been thinking about it all day and i need to just say it somewhere.

so there was this bonfire thing a few nights ago, like a bunch of us sitting on the sand in a big circle, and it got cold the way it always does once the sun's fully gone, and me and this guy i'd been sort of flirting with all night ended up sharing a blanket. that's it. that was the whole plan. share a blanket, be normal.

i was not normal.

because at some point his hand just kind of settled on my thigh, over my shorts, and i told myself that was fine, people do that, it's just a hand. and then it moved a little. and i should have said something or moved or literally done anything but instead i just kept staring at the fire like if i looked straight ahead it wasn't really happening. does that make sense. i feel like that doesn't make sense.

and everyone was RIGHT there. like his friend was maybe two feet away talking about a fantasy football thing i could not tell you a single detail about because his fingers had slipped under the hem of my shorts and i had completely stopped hearing human language.

i keep getting stuck on this one part. when he first touched me for real, like actually touched me, i made this tiny sound. barely anything. but he heard it and he leaned in and whispered "you have to be quiet" right against my ear and i swear that whisper did more to me than the whole rest of it. i've replayed that specific second probably forty times. the way his voice went low. i'm getting flustered just typing it.

i was so wet it was embarrassing. like humiliatingly fast. and he could obviously tell and he made this little pleased hum and kept going, slow, so slow, and i had to hold the edge of the blanket in my fist and keep my face completely blank while people talked over us and roasted marshmallows and one girl asked if i was cold because i guess i was shaking a little. i said yeah. i lied to a nice girl's face while a boy had his fingers on my clit under a blanket. i am not a good person apparently and i think i'm ok with that??

i'm a virgin and i want to be clear nothing like THAT happened, it was just his hand, but honestly it was more than enough because i was so worked up from having to stay silent that when i finally got close i had to bite down on my own knuckle and pretend to yawn and it came out as the fakest yawn in human history and nobody bought it i'm pretty sure. when it hit me i just kind of went stiff and stared into the fire with my whole body buzzing and he kept his hand still and pressed and let me ride it out and then patted my thigh like nothing happened. like "good game." i almost laughed. i almost died.

afterwards i couldn't even look at him. i just pulled the blanket up higher and thanked god it was dark because my face was doing a thing.

anyway we haven't really talked since and i don't know what i want to happen and i keep telling myself it's not a big deal but i've thought about that whisper every single night so. yeah. that's my confession. i'll see myself out.

okay so i know this sounds like nothing but i've been thinking about it all day and i kind of need to put it somewhere.

i woke up this morning and had like an hour before i needed to be anywhere. which never happens. and i don't know what got into me but i lay there for a few minutes thinking about this guy from my tuesday class who had smiled at me in a way that i'm probably reading too much into. probably. and then i just got up and went straight to the shower and i think we all know where this is going.

our showerhead has this one setting that's, um. okay it's the one with the really focused stream. i've known about it for a while. i've used it before. but this time i just let myself actually take my time with it instead of rushing because i was scared someone would knock on the door.

i stood there with the water hitting exactly where i needed it and i kept thinking about his hands, which is embarrassing because i don't even know why his hands specifically. they're just normal hands. but i'd been staring at them during the lecture and that's apparently what my brain filed away.

it took me probably ten minutes which felt like forever and also like nothing. i had to brace my hand against the tile when it finally happened and i made a sound i'm very glad no one heard.

then i stood there for another three minutes doing literally nothing. just standing in the water like a damp idiot.

got to class early for once.