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I learned to have sex and took my own virginity with a flute Author: AnnaSiciliana ( http://ift.tt/1rAdxhN ) naked girls on facebook Summary: first time, toys, object insertion, virginity, masturbation, teen, young I've always been curious about sex, as far back as I can remember. I must've started early playing with myself, because my mother kept complaining (jokingly) that she had to remind me not to "touch myself in public", whatever that meant.

However, as far as sexual gratification goes, I think I discovered that when I was about 10 or so, noticing how good and relaxed it made me feel to play with my clit, and that it got better the more I did it. Of course, all the other kids started talking about sex around that time as well, and curious and shy as I was at the time, I didn't participate in their bold (and many times wrong) speculations about what went on between boys and girls. On top of that, I wasn't all that interested in boys anyway.

So I did some researching on my own. An encyclopedia was my first stop, where I got a rather dry, but accurate, description of the reproductive process, from which I learned that something, indeed, was supposed to go inside my vagina. Whether that was pleasant or painful for me was mentioned nowhere in there though, so I stuck with rubbing my clit, since I knew for a fact that it was pleasant. A while later, I found a few more "educational" books at the local library, all of which didn't make sex sound like it was fun, though.

So I reserved that thought for later, thinking it was something that "grown ups" will have to go through to have kids. I didn't want kids at the time though, I just wanted to enjoy myself. The biggest effect finally had a copy of Playboy magazine which I found, curiously enough, in a stack of my mother's magazines. I snuck it into my room, and kept it under my matress for a while, just to stare at all the beautiful naked women and adore them.

My imagination was alive. I imagined myself in all kinds of situations with them, and what we'd do together, and with one another. And I noticed that these fantasies had a profound impact on me, making me feel hot and wet and made me rub myself excessively, sometimes for hours on end. I learned how to give myself an orgasm that way, even multiple times in a row. I don't know if my mother ever found out about me and the Playboy, which I eventually returned to her, but by the time I was 11 I regularly went though her things when she wasn't home.

Puberty set on fairly early for me, my breasts started growing when I was 10, and by 11 I already had light tufts of hair between my legs and under my arms. I was trying on lingerie or finding some other erotic magazines, all of them quite old, acting like I was one of the girls in them, all grown up and sexy. From some erotic stories I read there I learned that having a boy's penis inside me wasn't just about having kids, it was also supposed to feel really good, so I started experimenting with that as well, inserting only my finger at first, which gave me some wonderful, different sensations than rubbing myself did.

However, they only went so far, and I instinctively longed for something bigger and longer. A boy was out of the question though; I wasn't interested in them, and as far as I knew, nobody was interested in me. Also, if my mother had any toys in her posession, she managed to hide them better than her magazines, so she wasn't much help in that area either. So finally, one night when I was 12 or 13 and went though a terribly horny phase, I just searched my room for something, ANYTHING, that I could use to finally push the boundaries and go deeper inside me than I could reach with my fingers.

For a moment I even considered pencils, even though they seemed rather thin, even compared to my fingers, when I remembered my flute. I played as a flutist in an orchestra at the time, and the long, silvery smooth instrument was just what I needed. It seemed to be the right size, a little thicker and of course much longer than my finger, but not as big as to scare me. I began rubbing myself, and trying to push it in, only to notice that this was hard and painful while I was dry.