Ten experiences of reaching orgasm through masturbation

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1. I first masturbated
when I was about six or seven years old. Actually, I didn't know I was masturbating at that time. I just liked to rub my legs together and experience that tingling, numbing sensation inside my vagina. Our old house was very small, and I always slept with my mother. She knew I had this habit (I used to do this every night). I was young and didn't understand, so my mother lied to me, saying, "If you do this too much, your genitals will become sore." I cried immediately and stopped. Looking back, I was so silly to believe her.
2.
I developed menstruation later than most girls. I remember when many girls started menstruating, I didn't understand what menstruation was. I only remember asking my mother curiously when she had her period: "Mom, why is there blood down there?" My mother would say, "You'll understand when you grow up." This explanation led to me making a big embarrassment later. When I was in fourth grade, a girl downstairs had already started menstruating. She was the same age as me but developed earlier. One day during summer vacation, she asked me mysteriously: "Do you have your period?" I heard her say: "Do you have a towel?" I shouted, "We have bath towels at home!" My mom happened to be nearby, and she laughed, saying, "Silly girl, she didn't mean bath towels."
She didn't explain further at the time. Until the second year of junior high, when most girls had started menstruating, I still hadn't. I knew it was called menstruation, but I didn't know it had another name: "old friend." My deskmate was always complaining of stomach aches, so I asked her, "Why does your stomach hurt?" She said she had her "old friend" and needed to ask the teacher for leave. I said, "Your 'old friend' is here, shouldn't you go and welcome her?" She looked at me strangely and said, "You don't know what 'old friend' is?" I shook my head in confusion, and she explained it to me. In the third year of junior high, I got my first period, and my body suddenly developed, and I grew taller all of a sudden.
Thirdly, my first kiss.
Around the age of sixteen, many girls started dating, and I didn't pay much attention, though I was genuinely curious. At that time, Xi Juan's novels were popular, often featuring kissing scenes and describing them as incredibly passionate. I was curious about what kissing was really like. I had a friend with a pen pal, and we went out together. I had a brief relationship with him, even though I didn't really like him. I was just curious about the feeling of kissing. Looking back, it seems a bit silly. I remember in a corner of the park, he kissed me.
I had absolutely no idea what to do; my mouth was still closed. The first two attempts failed, and he told me to open my mouth. I opened my mouth, but I kept biting his tongue. It wasn't until the third attempt that we succeeded. Once, during a kiss, he tried to put his hand under my skirt to touch my breasts. It was summer, and I was wearing a sundress. Because I was standing, I was terrified and backed away. He almost fell, and ultimately, he didn't succeed. Back then, I didn't understand kissing at all. I felt it was completely different from what I read in novels, and I thought Xi Juan was lying, haha! However, perhaps because I'm quite good at kissing now, I still really enjoy the feeling of kissing.
Four: My first time having sex
. I think I'll never forget my first man. He was my first real relationship, my first true love. What initially attracted me to him was his very humorous conversation. He was a very manly man, not particularly handsome, but very masculine. Our first time having sex was somewhat reluctant. I only remember that at first he tried to enter from the front, but it was too painful. I pushed him away forcefully, and after an hour of struggling, he got impatient, turned me over, and entered me from behind.
I still can't forget the pain of that first time, especially from behind. I cried and begged him not to move. The pain was excruciating. I don't know if other girls experience that much pain, but it was truly excruciating for me. He was terrified because I cried so badly that he ejaculated after only three thrusts. He even joked that the neighbors would probably call the police and accuse me of rape. The pain of that first time left me with a fear of sex for a year, and the next two or three times were still painful.
Because I was too nervous, I would think about the pain every time we had sex, so I would be nervous when he first penetrated me, and my legs would be tense like a dead person. I didn't feel any pleasure at all. Maybe I was too young at that time, or maybe I really didn't understand how wonderful sex was. At that time, I didn't feel comfortable at all, and even felt annoyed. I was just cooperating with him to have sex, and it was always difficult for me to get wet.
I didn't originally intend to write this. Essentially, I'm not a bad woman, but I might cheat sometimes. I'll call the first man A for now. A was very busy; he was a computer engineer. I was only eighteen or nineteen at the time and still loved to have fun, but he didn't have time for me. During that period, I liked to go online, so my mother bought me a computer. I went to a chat room and met my first online friend. I didn't want to have any deep contact with this person, and of course, we didn't end up sleeping together. I went to the apartment his company provided for its expatriate employees. After I went in, he forcibly kissed me, but I didn't feel like having sex. Later, when I saw his penis, I felt even less attracted. I'm a very sensitive person, and I've never been fond of small penises, especially since his wasn't just small but also very thin, as if he hadn't developed properly. It was very disproportionate to his height, which is 180cm. After that, when he called me, I never went to see him again.
This real affair was truly thrilling, I mean psychologically. That day, I went on a chat website, and someone named Seven Nights talked to me. The conversation started with sex, asking if I wanted to meet up for a one-night stand. It was past midnight, and I felt curious, excited, and adventurous. My mom was already asleep, so I said yes and secretly went out. My mom had no idea. We agreed to meet near my house.
It was winter, and very cold. He was a university student, and his school was close to my house. He was a handsome, fair-skinned man with glasses and beautiful eyes, though his teeth were a bit unsightly. He said it was cold outside and we should find a place to rest, so he went to a hotel. It was my first time in a hotel, and I felt very awkward because I don't like hotels; it always feels strange. He lives alone and always has a place to stay, so he doesn't need to rent a hotel. I went into the room. I didn't intend to have sex at the time; I was just curious and playful. But he was already ready, and soon he took off all his clothes. I was stunned. In my mind, college students should be very innocent. But I noticed that his penis was very beautiful, pink, not very thick but quite long, and prettier than an A-cup.
A's penis was relatively thick and of moderate length. Seven Nights' penis was completely unexpected, and I lowered my guard. However, I was still unwilling to have sex at first. Rationally, I didn't want to betray A, so I gave him oral sex, but he didn't ejaculate. After about ten minutes, I lost patience and thought I'd try sitting with him to see what would be different. So I agreed to have sex, and it felt very different. He looked very refined, but he was very vigorous during sex. Because it was quite long, it wasn't very comfortable from behind. I always felt like I was going to touch something. Also, I was still quite young at the time and couldn't accept entering from behind, so I switched to the most common way. He had sex for a long time, usually half an hour, sometimes an hour, before ejaculating. He also had a very strong libido. We eventually developed into a multi-night affair until six months later when I felt sorry for A and ended the relationship with him.
5. A year after my first time having sex with a white man
, I broke up with A. I was in a lot of pain during that time. I thought I would marry him, but he broke up with me for an older, ordinary woman. So I started to like going to bars, but it wasn't about drinking. I'm not interested in drinking. I love dancing, and I'm a very good dancer. I guess I inherited that from my dad, who is also a great dancer, haha! Because I dance very well, naturally and with great feeling, and because I have a curvy figure and a somewhat European face (a bit like I'm mixed race), many foreigners like to dance with me or be friends with me. In bars, I don't dare to do anything reckless or have one-night stands with just anyone, because I'm not a promiscuous girl and I'm afraid of getting diseases.
I met a Frenchman while dancing once. He was a very handsome guy, tall and muscular. I'm 168cm, but I only reach his shoulder. We had a great time dancing that day, and we exchanged contact information. Of course, I'm not a very open-minded girl and never thought about having sex with a foreigner. After a few dates, I became his girlfriend, but we never had sex. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that I refused. I saw his penis, and I was really shocked. I knew from his physique that his penis was probably not small, but it was frighteningly large—not only long but also thick. Plus, he was covered in body hair. I felt that having sex with a man like that would be terrifying.
I think Chinese women couldn't handle it, but after two months of dating, it still happened. I had restrained myself for two months, but psychologically I wanted to have sex, so I agreed. However, it was more difficult than I imagined because it was too big, making
penetration difficult. Even after finally getting in, it felt uncomfortable, and he felt uncomfortable too because it was so tight. He couldn't move freely, and I didn't experience any pleasure either. I was extremely nervous, afraid he would hurt me. That's how our first time together ended, and we broke up afterward. I couldn't accept having sex with him, and he couldn't enjoy it with me either. This is a rather realistic issue.
Sixth, meeting my husband
: I think I'm still fortunate because I met my husband when I was twenty. He's also white, an American. I met him two years ago when I was dancing. It was during SARS, Labor Day, and everyone was staying home. I went to a bar with a British girlfriend. It wasn't that I was fearless, but I'm naturally not too concerned about such things. There were very few people that day, just a few scattered customers, and no one was dancing on the dance floor. I'm thick-skinned and didn't care about others; I just danced by myself.
I bought a bottle of mineral water and put it on a table. I didn't notice a group of foreigners sitting around the table, one of whom was my husband. When I got thirsty, I went to get some water. When I reached for the bottle, my husband handed it to me. I glanced at him; he was a baby-faced Caucasian. He smiled at me and we started talking. Since we didn't have any paper, he asked me to write my phone number on a 100 RMB note. Later, he joked, "I was very careful with this note that day, afraid that if I used it up, I wouldn't be able to find you." I later asked him what he did for a living, and he said he was a teacher. At first, I thought he was joking because I really dislike teachers (I wasn't a good student). We didn't keep in much contact after that, just occasionally calling each other.
Once, it was his friend's birthday, and he invited me to his teachers' dormitory to celebrate with him. This changed my opinion of him. I've always thought foreigners were more open, but that time I realized my husband truly respected me and was a trustworthy man. Because their school is a private one, located in the suburbs, the teachers' dormitories are next to the school, far from my home. That day, the party went on very late, and there were no more buses to get home. I had just started working and didn't want to take a taxi, so my husband said I could stay at his place. Their teachers' dormitory was very clean, with a living room and a bedroom, like an apartment, and a cleaning lady cleaned the rooms every day. So I stayed. He gave me one of his pajamas, which was too big for me. Then he took another set of blankets and went to sleep on a chair in the living room, letting me sleep on the big bed in the bedroom. I never expected him to do that.
Usually, men would do something inappropriate that night. The next day, I woke up, having slept very comfortably and peacefully, and I was very happy because he was the most gentlemanly man I had ever met. I got up and went to the living room to see him; he was still sleeping (actually, he was pretending). He had thick eyebrows and long eyelashes, and my husband's eyes were very beautiful. Then he suddenly opened his eyes wide. When I saw he was awake, I felt a little embarrassed. The next day, he drove me home, and his friends laughed at us, never expecting that we hadn't done anything that night. Afterwards, I asked my husband why he didn't touch me like other men did. He said he didn't want to force anyone, and he didn't want it to happen so quickly, so it was a step-by-step process.
Seven, Understanding Sex:
For the first few years, I didn't have much feeling or desire for sex because I didn't know how. My previous boyfriends never explored that area. I wasn't aroused by physical contact like touching or kissing my breasts and nipples, to the point that I thought I was frigid. I didn't understand what an orgasm was either. My husband taught me about sex in a real sense.
Eight, My First Orgasm:
I remember when we first started having sex, my husband asked me if I had an orgasm. I said I didn't know if that was an orgasm; I didn't think so, maybe I did, I couldn't be sure. My husband said he would definitely show me what an orgasm was. My husband's penis is indeed very beautiful, the most beautiful I've ever seen. It's not as big as that Frenchman's, but it's long, pink, much larger than a Chinese man's, and perfectly straight.
A side note: This is the first time I've written this part, so I'm a little lost and don't know how to write it. It might be clumsy, please forgive me.
It was summer that day, and I was resting at home. I took out a sexy red lingerie set and tried it on, admiring myself in the mirror (I'm a bit narcissistic, haha). My husband had just come home from class and saw me as soon as he opened the door. He immediately grabbed me and pulled me into the room. We kissed as we went to the closet (their closet was quite large, like a small room). Because the lingerie was a half-body set and I didn't have any underwear, my husband immediately took off his pants, inserted his penis, and began to caress my breasts. Perhaps because of the space and the location, I suddenly felt an unusual stimulation and pleasure, and I couldn't help but moan.
The first time, I experienced a very stimulating and primal feeling. I was initially quite conservative about sex, hesitant to make any noises, always feeling embarrassed. My positions were usually ordinary, but this time was different. It felt incredibly stimulating; my moans were louder than usual. My husband even tried to kiss me to stop them, because it was daytime and we didn't want the other foreign teachers to hear. Then I felt my vagina start to spasm, trembling uncontrollably until I reached orgasm. I couldn't help but moan until I was completely exhausted. My husband also reached orgasm. It didn't last long, only about ten minutes, but it was the most pleasurable experience I'd ever had.
Nine, the record of seven times in one night:
After that, I started to enjoy sex, but I could never quite reach orgasm every time; it always felt difficult. Then my husband went back to the US. A month later, he returned, noticeably stronger than before (probably from eating better). I prefer chubby men, and suddenly my husband seemed much sexier, and I felt instantly aroused. During that month, I wasn't actually sexually frustrated; sometimes I'd just think about it and then fall asleep. But this time, with my husband back, the feeling was completely different.
On the taxi ride home, he hugged me and whispered in my ear. My ears are always very sensitive, and he even deliberately breathed on me and kissed my neck. His hands started to wander, touching my breasts through my clothes, even trying to reach inside. I stopped him, afraid the driver would see. Actually, the driver was driving, and even if he knew, he wouldn't look. When we got home, he couldn't wait to take off my clothes. I was instantly wet, and I didn't even bother to shower (we have a habit of showering before and after sex). When he entered me, I felt dizzy, and the feeling of fullness was overwhelming. I started moaning. I think I was really loud then, so much so that the next day his colleague asked him why it took him so long that night.
Usually, we're missionary, but that time my husband lifted me onto him and put me on top. I didn't know how to move on top because I rarely do this kind of sex and it doesn't feel comfortable. But this time was different. I tried to move slowly while lying on top of him. He sucked on my nipples with his mouth and slapped my buttocks with his other hand. Maybe because my clitoris was being rubbed, I felt extremely excited. I kept twisting my hips, and I guess I was screaming like a maniac. But I didn't care. I suddenly realized that sex should be enjoyed and released. Then I had an orgasm. My vagina kept twitching until I was exhausted. I went limp. My husband knew I had an orgasm, so he rolled over and pinned me down. He also reached his orgasm and ejaculated. We did this seven times that night, so much so that I was too tired to get out of bed the next day (it was the weekend).
10. Discovering a New Orgasmic Position:
Previously, I only knew one position that could bring me to orgasm. I didn't really know if orgasm required effort from either the man or the woman; it was probably both. But before, I only knew one position: me on top. One time, while having sex with my husband, I discovered a second position.
We got married after dating for six months. Although I was still clueless about sex, my husband patiently taught me. My petite figure compensated for my clumsy technique. Later, I discovered another position that could bring me to orgasm: rear-entry. That time was just a coincidence. We had sex as usual. I generally don't like rear-entry because my husband's penis is quite large, and it's uncomfortable for him to enter from behind. Also, my husband has long legs, so I usually have to lift my buttocks. Because I don't exercise often, my buttocks aren't flexible, and I often feel tired. He also doesn't feel satisfied.
Later, he came up with a plan: he had me lie down, and he entered me from behind, straddling me. At first, it felt tiring because he was quite heavy, weighing over 170 pounds. But slowly, I thought of masturbating as a child, and I squeezed my legs together. Suddenly, it felt incredibly good. He started biting my ear again, and I felt that this would definitely bring me to orgasm. So I pulled my husband's hand to touch my breasts, fully enjoying the movement of his penis. Suddenly, I felt like a lot of fluid was flowing out from below, and I moaned even louder. I knew I had reached orgasm. My husband kissed me and asked if I had orgasmed. I nodded, my whole body feeling weak.

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