The Porn Stash

Sunday, June 27, 2010 at 00:33 | Posted by Caty
          I kept going to the woods from time to time, hoping I would catch a glimpse of a couple fucking or just to masturbate hidden in the shelter. Just thinking that couples use to fuck in that place and maybe a few minutes ago there was one fucking right there used to make me horny. I would enter the shelter and imagine myself there with a man. I would raise my skirt and take off my panties and spread my legs for him and let him insert his cock and move until I had a big orgasm. Or sometimes I would imagine he was taking me on my fours. I would masturbate accordingly with the position.
          But one day, one of my trips to the shelter in the woods became another major turning point in my secret life.
          Until then I had never seen real porn. The most I had seen were the magazines with nude girls that I had found in my father's wardrobe. And those showed only naked or semi naked single girls. Most of them showed only nude in shy poses. Only a few of them showed completely naked girls exposing their pussies.
          As usual, I approached the place with caution, in case there was someone there. Through the foliage I saw some color inside the shelter. I stopped walking to not make any noise. There wasn’t any noise or movement inside the place. I took courage and walked around to see inside. There was no one there. But on the ground there were some magazines. Porn magazines!
          I was surprised. That moment marked me so much that I still remember vividly the cover of the first magazine that I saw. It had a light purple colored cover, the title was Color Climax and the photo of a pretty blonde girl with short straight hair on her fours over an elaborately ornamented gold armchair and a man penetrating her from behind (if this description is familiar to you and you happen to have or know where to find scans of this magazine, please let me know). You could see the cock penetrating her pussy very explicitly. It was the first time in my life that I was seeing something like that. My heart was pounding so hard that I was afraid someone could hear it from the road.
          The first thing that stroke me was how beautiful that photo was. She was on her fours over the arms of the chair, her ass up in the air, her head back, eyes closed with an expression of pleasure on her face. The man was holding her hips, pulling her towards him and pleasure on his face also. The second thing was more of a shock. I didn’t know that a man’s cock was THAT big!! It was scary! I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to take such a big thing inside me! I thought: OMG! Will I never be able to have sex? Will I spend the rest of my life just masturbating? But the look of pleasure on her face soon assured me that it is not painful, on the contrary. So I calmed down and just enjoyed the view.
          And that was just the first magazine. There were 14 in there on the ground of the shelter. I was so curious to see them that I wish I could see them all at the same time. Each one had photos more beautiful than the previous one. Yes, to me those photos looked beautiful. And I still think that photos of couples and even groups fucking are beautiful. With the exception of those of very bad taste or those depicting extreme acts, I think porn is beautiful.
          I was flicking through the pages like crazy, wanting to see all photos at the same time. I was excited, my hands were trembling, my knees were powerless, my heart pounding, my pussy wet.
          I sat down on the ground inside the shelter and started rubbing my pussy through my panties while looking at the photos. I needed to masturbate. I chose one photo to masturbate to: it was a very pretty young girl, long blonde hair. She was seated on a table or desk. In one page she was spreading her legs and spreading her pussy lips with her hands, offering her pussy. In the next page an older man with gray hair and gray mustache was between her legs penetrating her. She had her eyes closed and that expression of pleasure on her face. I laid down, spread my legs, put my hand inside my panties and masturbated to orgasm looking at those two photos.
         I took another magazine and when I found some specially beautiful photos I did it again. And again with the next magazine. I was in heaven.
         Then I realized it was becoming late. It was getting dark. I had to go. But what about the magazines? Who left them there? Will he come back for them? They seemed abandoned like they were there for days, the pages a little wrinkled and damp (from the dew! Not from something else!!). I couldn’t leave them. I put them all in my school bag and went practically running home. When I arrived my mother was already home. I entered and went straight to my bedroom and locked the door. I took the magazines from my school bag and put them under the bed. Then I went to the kitchen and found some plastic bags. I came back to my room, locked the door, took a biscuits tin can that I was using to keep my photos, postcards, letters and other things and emptied it. I took the magazines from under the bed. Chose one of them and put it under my pillow. Then I took the rest and wrapped in a plastic bag. Then I put the bundle in a bigger plastic bag and closed it with a knot and put them in the tin can. I checked to see that my mother was absorbed watching TV, went back to my room, took the box and went to the backyard. Behind the yard shed there was a big pile of bricks. I took some bricks down, put the box there and covered it with the bricks that I had taken down. My treasure was hidden and safe.
         Yes, it was my treasure. In that period our country was just fresh out of communism and you couldn’t find that kind of magazines for sale in news stands. You could find them only in the black market and I suppose they cost a little fortune. So how did they end up in the woods? I don’t know. Maybe some ex-party official had them and his wife found out and he had to get rid of them. He threw them out, some kid found them in the garbage but couldn’t take them home, fearing his parents, he then took them to the woods, did what he had to do with them there and abandoned them.
         Anyway, I went back to my room, locked the door and masturbated looking at the magazine that I had kept until dinner time. After dinner I went back to my room to masturbate more and I did it until I fell asleep.
         That magazine, which I used to keep hidden inside a science book in my bookshelf, kept me entertained for days until I got bored of masturbating to the same photos over and over again. Then I went to the backyard and exchanged it for the next one. And so on. When I was done masturbating to all of them I would start from the first one again. They were my drug and my treasure.

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In the Woods

at 00:28 | Posted by Caty
         When I was around 13-14 my school was close to some woods. My house was beyond the woods so me and some of my friends used to take a shortcut through the woods to go to and back from school.

         One day at school I overheard the conversation of some of the older boys in school. They said that from time to time there are couples who go to the woods to fuck.

         Just the idea of couples fucking in the woods made me horny and since that day I started fantasizing and masturbating thinking of it.

         Some time later I was in class and through the window of my class I could see a man walking towards the woods. Then at one point he looked around to check if no one was seeing him and left the road and entered the woods through some bushes.

         Then about 15 or 20 minutes later I saw a girl walking the same way and entering the woods in the same place. My heart started pounding. They are going to fuck!

         I could barely wait to the end of the classes. I gave some excuse to my friends saying I would have to stay a little more at school, so that they would go without me. Then I waited a few impatient minutes until all the people who take the shortcut through the woods left. When I saw that no one else was going that way I went towards the woods and entered in the same spot that I saw the couple entering. There was a trail of trampled grass that I could follow. My heart was pounding. Then among some dense bushes and trees I saw a shelter, made of bushes and branches. Like a small tent. I approached carefully. But when I could see inside there was no one there. Of course, the couple knows what time the school ends and they know that after school there will be students walking nearby so they left before it. But there I was, in that shelter where just a few minutes earlier there was a couple fucking! I looked inside and imagined the girl laying down, her legs spread and the man between her legs, inserting his cock in her pussy. I got so horny that I couldn't resist. I laid down inside the shelter, spread my legs put my hand inside my panties and masturbated like crazy.

         Only a few years later I realized how stupid I had been. Obviously that place was frequented. A man could show up at any time there. And if I was caught there I could have been raped and I wouldn't have any defense. But what did I know? I was only 13 and very horny and those thoughts brought so much pleasure to me that I didn't imagine things like rape and forcing.

         After masturbating there I went home and masturbated a few more times in bed, fantasizing about that place. In my fantasy I would enter the woods and see a couple in the shelter. And I would watch them. I would see them kissing, the man caressing her legs, her breasts... I would see the girl raising her skirt, taking off her panties, spreading her legs, offering her pussy to the man. The man would then kneel between her legs and insert his cock in her pussy.

         I fantasized about this for several nights. And then it started to get more elaborated: the couple would realize that I was nearby watching. I would get scared and try to run but the girl would tell me not to worry, it's ok, I can watch if I want. She would invite me to come closer to watch. I would sit there watching them fucking until they had an orgasm. Then she would ask me if I wanted to try. I would nod yes and she would help me take her place In the shelter. I would lay down, raise my skirt, take off my panties and spread my legs. And the man would insert his cock in my pussy and move it until I had a strong orgasm.

         I masturbated for months on this fantasy.

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My Sex Education

at 00:20 | Posted by Caty
One day, when I was 12-13 I was, as usual, practicing my favorite activity: masturbation. I had one of my father's magazines with me in bed and I had my legs spread and my fingers flicking between my pussy lips when I noticed something strange. My fingers had turned red. I wiped them on a tissue paper and the paper turned red. I was bleeding. I panicked thinking that I had hurt myself as I feared. I took a hand mirror and tried to look at my pussy to see if I had cut or bruised myself there. I couldn't see anything. I spread my legs and spread my pussy lips as much as I could and noticed that a pink liquid was flowing from the inside. I tried to spread more but I couldn't see where it was coming from. I went to the bathroom and washed myself and my fingers. I returned the magazine to its place and laid down in bed, my heart pounding, worried that I had caused some damage with my masturbation addiction. 
  Of course, that was my first menstrual period. But at that age I had no idea what it was. And as I mentioned before, my parents were too prude, too traditional to talk about these things. 
  A few days later, when I arrived from school I noticed a couple of new books in my bookshelf in my bedroom. They were sexual education books.
  I think my mother had noticed some red stains on my panties when she did the laundry and as she knows I love to read and had read all the books in the house a few times over, she figured that if she sneaked some new books in my bookshelf I would end up reading them and saving her the burden of the embarrassing, intimate mom-daughter conversation. Well, I have to give credit to my mother for this. It was a clever solution. And as she predicted, I started reading it immediately and found the explanation to my bleeding. 
  I also found answers to many other questions that I had and to some questions that I didn't even know that I had.
  The books also became a source for more masturbation.
  Of course, looking back at me at that time it sounds silly that I was masturbating looking at a cross section of a penis penetrating a vagina. But in that time, as I didn’t even know that porn was possible, that was the only visual aid that I had for the act and it excited me a lot.
  I also read about virginity and its taboos, of which I knew nothing. And I found with much relief that I was lucky that I haven't inserted anything in my pussy. Not even a finger. Even though I wanted to. I don't know if I instinctively knew it was taboo or I was just lucky that I was dumb enough not to try. 
  Then I read about the hymen. And I didn't remember seeing something like that in my pussy. I panicked again. I grabbed the mirror and examined my pussy and found no sign of the hymen. More panic! Maybe I damaged it while masturbating. Maybe I inserted my finger without noticing. I kept reading the book and found out that some girls are born without it. I grabbed the mirror again and thought that if I had had a hymen and had damaged it, some pieces of it would remain attached to my pussy. So I concluded that I was born without. Phew! I felt relieved. And after reading about all the taboos associated with virginity and hymens, I hoped my first man will be understanding enough to believe that I was born without it.
  I also read a chapter about pregnancy and contraceptives and learned that fucking is much more complicated than just having pleasure. 
  Then there was the chapter about sexually transmitted diseases. Yes, sex was looking more and more complicated. I need a checklist before even starting.
  I also learned about other alternatives in sex: 


  Masturbation – Well, by then I was an expert on it.
  Oral sex – I didn't know about it and made me look at the dogs sniffing and licking each other's behinds and licking their own genitalia in a new way. But it sounds interesting. I imagined a man licking my pussy. It sounded weird at first but after getting used to the idea it became exciting. Then I imagined sucking a cock. Hmm. That sounded even more exciting. Strangely, months or years later when talking to other girls they went all “Yuck!” about girls performing oral sex to a man. I thought the idea exciting. And the book confirmed that if done with the right person and in the right conditions it is exciting for both partners.
  Anal sex – Wow! I never thought that was possible. It seems so tight. Maybe I must experiment a little.
  Group sex – I remembered those cats under my window. So it is indeed possible for a girl to have two (or even more!) men penetrating her. Exciting. Two or more couples fucking in the same room? Wow. Exciting.
  Homosexualism – Thanks, but not for me. I also started looking at those older girls who go to the bathroom together and spend an inordinate amount of time locked In there in a new way.
  BDSM – No thanks. Pleasure through pain? Come on. And I wouldn't be caught dead wearing those silly leather and latex clothes that look like Batman
There was also a chapter on prostitution. Wow. So there were women making a living out of all this sexual pleasure? Having sex all day? Wow.
Well, all in all I was happy that my mother chose this way to educated me in the sex subject. I learned much more from those books than if I just had a frank conversation with her or with my friends. And I learned much more than my friends knew about it too. Not that I had many friends. In that time I was already wearing glasses and most of the kids used to call me “four eyes” or other unflattering nicknames. 
In that period I was also reaching puberty earlier than the other kids in my neighborhood and school. I already had quite big breasts for that age, so the other girls looked at me like a kind of freak. And after reading those books I started to understand the looks that I was attracting form the older men.


On a side note, a few months ago my gynecologist told me that sexual activity and orgasms affect the hormonal balance of a woman’s body so I suppose that all that masturbation and orgasms helped me reach puberty earlier than others.

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The Park Bench

at 00:16 | Posted by Caty
         As I mentioned earlier, there was a park in front of my house. From my bedroom window I could see one of the park benches. This bench was surrounded by some bushes and it was kinda secluded from the park.  So it was a good spot for couples. But I could see it well from my window.
         Every night I used to keep an eye on that bench. I would turn off the light in my room and open just a slit on the window. If I stayed on my knees on my bed I could watch the couples making out. I would support my body with my left hand on the window and masturbate with my right hand and watch as well as I could for in that period, age 10 or 11, I was already starting to need glasses.
         Couples would stay there kissing. The men would caress the girl's legs or their breasts. Some girls would let them, some would try to prevent them. Some seemed willing, some annoyed. Some would act annoyed at first but in the end would let the men caress them. The willing ones would let the men put their hands under their skirt and rub their pussies and they would also put their hand inside the men's trousers and rub their cocks.
         I used to fantasize about it. Imagining that I would be doing this one day. How will I feel? Annoyed? Willing? It feels so good to touch my pussy. I would probably feel willing. How does it feel to kiss? It looks exciting. How would it be to touch a man's cock? Does it give the men the same pleasure? Everything seem to be exciting for me.

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The Birds, The Bees, The Dogs...

at 00:11 | Posted by Caty
         If before my first orgasm I was already masturbating a lot, now that I had the added benefit of the orgasm, I was completely addicted.  And I would get horny for the simplest reasons. I started getting horny whenever I saw couples kissing in the park or even in magazine advertising. 
         There was a park in front of our house and I used to come home through it after school. One day when walking through the park I saw two dogs acting very strange. At that age I had no idea what they were doing but of course, they were fucking. And somehow, even not knowing what it was about it made me instinctively horny. I sat down on a bench and tried to watch without being obvious that I was watching. I took out a book from my school bag and pretended to read while looking at the dogs with the corners of my eyes.
         The male was fumbling and trying to mount the female. Then I realized that the male was inserting his penis in the female's vagina! 
         It was like a revelation! I then realized why many of the girls in the magazines were photographed on their fours with their bottoms up! And why  some of them were spreading their legs and spreading their pussies: They were offering their pussies for the men to insert their penis!! The thought was frightening and exciting at the same time and it made me incredibly horny.
         I went home almost running. It was at least 2 hours before my parents came home from work so I went to their bedroom and took my dad's magazine, went to my bedroom, locked the door, took off my clothes and laid down on bed looking at the photos, masturbating, imagining how they would look like with a man. The girls on their fours with a man inserting his penis in her vagina from behind, the girls laying down spreading their legs with a man between them...
         I masturbated several times and just stopped because it was time for my parents to come home.


        Suddenly many things in the world started making sense. The cats that I used to think were fighting in the night, I bet they were fucking! The little red bugs that I use to see, connected by their “tails” and used to call “trailer bugs”... They were actually fucking!
         Trips to my grandparent's farm suddenly became more interesting!
When I realized what the animals were really doing, I started getting horny watching them whenever we went to visit my grandparents. Dogs, cats, insects, horses... They were all fucking! It seems there were sex everywhere I looked!
        I remember when I was little, I saw my uncles trying to make the horse mount a mare and I asked my mother what they were doing and she just snapped at me: “You shouldn't be asking these questions!” Well, now I know that they were trying to make the horse insert his penis in the mare's pussy. 
Why? I still didn't know. Maybe the mare needs some pleasure? (On a side note, I was lucky that I had seen the scene from far away and they were in a position in which I couldn't see the horse's penis. Otherwise, when I realized that the man's penis was supposed to go into the women's vagina I could have had a heart attack remembering the horse's size).
        I had a hiding place in the farm, a big vine bush, so dense that it looked impenetrable from the outside, but it was hollow in the inside. I used to play with my dolls there since I was very little. It was my hidden cave. Whenever I saw animals fucking. I would get horny and go to my hiding cave to masturbate. And I must have been a very horny little girl for even watching those red bugs fucking would make me horny and wanting to masturbate.


        A few years later, one night, when I was asleep in my bedroom in our house, I heard the cats meowing right under my window. I woke up to watch. I wouldn't pass an opportunity to get horny. Then I saw three cats. Two males and one female. The female was crouched watching the two males fighting. I thought they were fighting to see which one will take the female. Then after one of them was declared winner he went on to penetrate the female. But the other male stayed and watched the whole scene. And then, when the winner male finished, the looser take his turn fucking the female too!! They were not fighting to see who will fuck the girl. They were fighting to see who will fuck her first!! 
        That somehow made me even hornier and I started wondering if women also used to be penetrated by two men...

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My First Orgasm

at 00:07 | Posted by Caty
One day I found a new magazine in my father's wardrobe. This one was different. For the first time I saw the girls showing pussy. And this magazine made me even more excited as it showed the girls spreading their legs, spreading their pussies and masturbating, as I have been doing myself. I found out that I wasn't the only one doing this. And from the expression on their faces I also concluded that I wasn't the only one having pleasure doing it and I wasn't the only one who thought it should be done hidden. That relaxed and excited me at the same time.
  And those new poses were much more exciting. Until then the magazines that I had seen had only girls in shy poses, covering their pussies with their hand, most even covering their breasts. The new magazines had girls spreading their legs and spreading their pussy lips, as if they were offering their pussies and their breasts. Even though I still didn't know what it was all about and I didn't know anything about sex, those poses and the way the girls posed, offering their pussies, made me much more excited.
  And this increased excitement led me to my biggest discovery.


  One afternoon I was in bed looking at one of those magazines. One particular photo caught my attention. It was a very pretty blonde with very nice breasts, laying down on a bed, spreading her legs, with her knees a little flexed, her left hand fingers spreading her pussy lips and the middle finger of her right hand on her clit (of course, in that period I didn't know it was called "clit". I used to call it "the little button") and an expression of pure pleasure on her face. I put myself in the same position and spread my pussy lips as she was doing and started to rub my little button. At one point, the pleasant sensation started increasing, making me want to spread my legs even more. All that rubbing was starting to hurt my little button so I licked my fingers to lubricate them and concentrated my rubbing on the hood and the area around, not on the button itself because it is too sensitive. The pleasure was still increasing. My fingers started moving faster, in circular movements around the little button. And then... I felt like a force was taking charge of my body muscles. All my muscles contracted making me put my feet back on the bed and raise my pelvis up in the air. My right hand fingers were like pressing a release button. I  I held the air in my lungs and stopped breathing and threw my head back, my mouth open like in a silent scream, I felt heat covering my face, I was probably blushing and yet my body was shivering like it was cold. All the hairs in my body and head stood up in shivers and goose bumps. I stayed like that, unmovable, for a few seconds but it felt like a few minutes. My vision turned dark. I thought I was passing out. Then all my muscles relaxed and my body slumped back on the bed. My breathing came back and I started to moan. My body was shivering and spasming and my legs felt powerless like jelly.


I just had my first orgasm.


  Of course, in that time I had no idea what just happened.  First I panicked thinking that my fears had come true: I had hurt myself doing it, I got a disease! Then I thought that if it was a disease, it couldn't feel THAT good. Then I thought that if I'm sick and I'm feeling good then the sickness may not be physical, it is mental! I imagined myself being taken to the hospital. Then to a mental institution.
I had all these thoughts in just a fraction of a second. Or maybe it was all at the same time. I tried to calm down and think this over. And I thought that it was probably a freak accident and it may not happen again. Then after long deliberation I thought that there is only one way to find out. I was anxious and worried. Wishing to feel that intense pleasure and frightened that it may happen again. I continued flipping through the magazine. Other girls spreading their legs and touching their pussies, some spreading their pussy lips like offering their pussies for men to penetrate, with that expression of pleasure on their faces. If they do it and show it in magazines then it can't be a disease. I started getting excited again and started rubbing my pussy. I went back to that photo of the blonde girl spreading her legs and masturbating. I put myself in position again. After a few minutes that sensation came back and started growing. It was coming. I was afraid but wanted it at the same time. It was getting closer. It was too pleasant to stop. I wanted it. And it finally came. My muscles contracted, my head thrown back, my mouth open, shivers, spasms, goose bumps, heavy breathing and moaning. Nooo, this can't be sickness. This can't be a disease. It is so pleasant that it can only be good. Yes, it has to be something good. But then why do we have to keep it secret? I don't know. But I want more.

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The Nude Magazines

at 00:02 | Posted by Caty
One day when I was around 10 or 11, in one of my house explorations, I was looking for new places to masturbate and I decided to try it in my father's wardrobe. When I was trying to fit inside it, I stumbled upon something: My father had some men's magazines hidden there! It wasn't exactly porn. In that period our country was just coming out of the communist regime and finding real porn was almost impossible. Even those nude girls magazines that my dad had hidden there were very hard to find. They were probably contraband from one of the Scandinavian or Germanic countries, as I remember that I couldn't understand the text. Of course, fortunately the text was the last thing that we need from those magazines.
I started flicking through the pages, looking at the naked girls in sexy positions. The photos didn't even show pussy. The most they would show were breasts. No spreading legs positions yet. Most of them were shy positions like a girl was caught naked and trying to hide her pussy and breasts. The bolder ones were girls in their fours or holding their breasts to the camera, which were particularly interesting for me because my own breasts were starting to grow and attract an embarrassing amount of attention, especially for a shy girl like me. 
But even though those magazines were quite bland for today’s standards, they made me feel very horny in that time. Not that I am lesbian or bi and get excited looking at naked girls. I think the thought of those girls getting naked in front of the photographer and doing things that my mother would find completely disgusting made me feel horny. 
I took the magazine to the bed and masturbated looking at the photos. The pleasure of masturbation was even stronger and just made me want to do it more and more.
Now, whenever I was home alone I would go to my dad's wardrobe and take a magazine to my bed and masturbate looking at it, sometimes getting naked and putting myself on the same poses and looking at the mirror on the wardrobe door. 
Once in a long while I would find a new magazine and the pleasure would be renewed.

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Gentle is the hand that caresses the delicate flower

Saturday, June 5, 2010 at 12:31 | Posted by Caty
             Maybe it was the fear of my mother who taught me that "down there" is a dirty place but It is strange that even though I was masturbating by rubbing my pussy on pillows and furniture, it took me quite a while to discover the art of masturbation with my hands. But of course, it happened. It was inevitable. And when it happened... Hmmmm...
            I don't remember exactly when or how but I think one day I woke with my hands between my legs and instead of using the pillow, I started rubbing my pussy with my hand. And soon I was doing it every morning. I would wake up with my hands already between my legs and I would rub my pussy for several minutes, enjoying that pleasant sensation.
            And masturbating In this way had more advantages: I had more control over what part of my pussy would receive more or less attention, the softness of my fingers, compared to rubbing on furniture, even through my panties. And I didn't depend on furniture so I could do it whenever I as alone, it didn't matter where.
            So soon I started another kind of exploration: places to masturbate. I started doing it whenever I was alone in the house. Not only in my bedroom but in the living room, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, in the backyard, after making sure no neighbors could see me... Whenever I was alone I would reach under my skirt and rub my pussy through my panties.
            The best place was still the bed because I could spread my legs wide open to increase my pleasure and I wasn't risking being seen by my parents. But sometimes it was good to explore and do it in other places. And the risk of being caught would add to the rush. When I did it in the backyard I would pretend to be crouching playing. Then I would look around to see if there was anyone who could see me and then put my hand under the skirt and rub my pussy through the panties.
            In this period when I discovered the art of masturbating with my hand I also discovered something else. I was in my bedroom masturbating as usual and after I finished I was laying down in bed resting. My heart still pounding from the orgasm, my legs still shaky, my hand still on my pussy. I raised my hand and looked at it. It was very wet and the juices had turned a little white from all the rubbing. I brought my fingers closer to my face and sniffed expecting to feel the smell of urine. But no. It was different. It was a mixture of sweet and sour. More sweet than sour, actually. I sniffed a little more. It is exotic and exciting. And it began making me feel horny again. I kept smelling it and soon I had to masturbate again.
            Some days later I was smelling my fingers after a masturbation session. They were particularly wet this time. A thick, transparent liquid covered them and when I opened my fingers the liquid would stretch between them. I couldn’t resist. I was curious to see how it tastes. I tentatively licked a finger. At first I thought it tasted exactly as I imagined it would, based on the smell. I licked again. It wasn’t unpleasant. On the contrary, it tasted sweet and sour as I had thought but there was something more. It tasted like… In the lack of a more appropriate word, as it makes me horny, I would say it tasted like… horniness.
            Smelling and tasting my pussy juices became part of my masturbation ritual. In fact, when I knew I would be alone for a long period, I would start my sessions by touching my pussy and smelling my fingers, to get me horny and in the mood. And during the sessions I would stop from time to time to smell and taste my fingers to increase my horniness.
            Many times I was wondered if what I was doing was normal or maybe that I could get sick or hurt myself doing it. I tried to stop many times, in fear that I was going to end up sick or hurt. But I couldn’t stop anymore. It was too pleasant.

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In the beginning...

Thursday, June 3, 2010 at 23:29 | Posted by Caty

         How old were you when you started masturbating?
         Everybody seems surprised when I tell them my answer.
         It seems I started very young.
         When I was about 8 or 9 I started waking up in the morning with my pillow between my legs.
I suppose I instinctively new it was pleasant.
Some time later I started consciously putting the pillow between my legs and squeezing them rhythmically for the pleasure. Which later escalated into me humping the pillow in the morning, rubbing my pussy against the soft fabric, pausing to squeezing it between my legs from time to time.
         Of course at that age I had no idea what was it about. Much less that it was something sexual as I had no idea what sex was. I only knew that it was a pleasant sensation and I liked to do it.
And yet instinctively I knew that it was something that I should keep secret. Probably because my parents were very rigidly religious and traditional and never talked about sex, even avoiding naming the genitals. "Wash yourself well down there", my mother used to tell me, without being any more specific than necessary.
         So I knew that mentioning genitals and anything that I could possibly do with them were strictly forbidden at home.
         By the time I was around 9 or 10 I used to arrive home from school a couple of hours before my mother would come home from work. That meant I used to stay home alone in that period.
And my inquiring mind started exploring, trying to find out what else I could hump or squeeze between my legs for that special, secret pleasure.
I've found out that the arms of our sofa with it's velvety fabric and soft upholstery was perfect for it. I used to mount it like a horse and rub my pussy on its softness.
         Also in the living room we had a wood center table. Its four corners were big and round. Noo, not good for penetration, you perverts. In that time I didn't even know about penetration. The table had some round sculpted wood forms. The texture of the wood was pleasant and I found out that if I spread my legs and crouched just a little, supporting myself with my hands on the table top, I could reach and rub it with my pussy. I also found out that spreading my legs and moving my hips while rubbing my pussy on it was also very pleasant.
         So this is how I started my journey into the world of masturbation. And I haven't stopped since. And since then I can't remember one single day when I have not done it

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A geeky girl

at 19:21 | Posted by Caty
          Many people believe that any girl who wears glasses is a geek. And most people believe that geeky girls are just boring and socially inept girls.
         On the other hand, some men believe that every geeky girl has a hidden secret.
         Is it true?
         I can't answer for the others but I guess I may have a secret or two hidden behind my glasses.
         I am still a shy girl but the relative anonymity of the internet helped me relax a little.
         So if you are patient enough, I may reveal some of my secrets here.

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