With the advent of chat rooms on AOL, I supplemented porn with cybersex and sometimes managed to find clips and videos online, which took hours to download. Later, when classmates at my all-girls Catholic high school were talking about MTV, YM magazine and PMS, I was educating myself on all sorts of other acronyms: DP, POV, ATM and more. I masturbated every day, multiple times a day, until I was e. My brother was three years older, and I'd wait for him to leave the house and then raid his stash, hidden in his bedside drawer under men's fitness magazines and school notebooks. During the day, I made other arrangements. I didn’t know whether to hate her or love her, but I knew I needed her. I started staying up late, when Mom and Dad were snoring away in oblivion, to watch softcore porn on Cinemax. I wonder now if I would have lost the thrill of masturbation eventually, once the novelty wore off, but I found new thrills. My hormones were a freight train, and I tried to keep up. Robert Louis Stevenson will forever be an erotic novelist in my mind. There are 34 chapters in that book and, having made that deal, I breezed through them over the course of a few blissed out days. Dredging through the book “Treasure Island” in seventh grade, I told myself I was allowed to masturbate to orgasm at the end of each chapter so I could finish by the due date. H2O had stolen my heart.Īfter that, sex was always on my mind. No longer would I be crushed out on Eddie Vedder or Chris Cornell.
I didn’t know what I stumbled upon, only that it felt scary and wrong, but I tried not to care.
Nothing in my hush-hush Catholic upbringing and innocent friend circle had prepared me for this earthshaking experience, equal parts pleasure and shame. I was in the bathtub, helpless to a steady stream of warm water cascading down my lady parts, while the most intoxicating buildup brought me to my first orgasm. The first time I masturbated I was 12 years old.
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