Flying Solo

WARNING: XXX, 18+ CONTENT, PICS, IT’S A MASTURBATION BLOG…  SERIOUSLY DON’T READ IT IF YOU DON’T WANNA KNOW

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I’ve been touching myself since I was pre-school age.

I exposed myself in church every time people bowed their heads to pray. I was reported by my sister for ‘humping my doll’. My parents asked me about that one.

What can I say? It feels really good to touch myself.

This has gotten me into some situations that were awkward.  First one being the doll humping report. Having a college roomie tell me she can tell so ‘could I keep it to when she is out of the room’. My ex’s mom told me to keep down once. Someone caught me on public transportation once. (Don’t judge me, it was a long ride on a vibrating bus)

But the thing is? I touch myself. I fall asleep that way. I wake up that way. I watch TV that way Hell, I have no panties on right now and I am touching myself between typing and editing.

Mostly I just use my fingers. Mostly clitoral orgasms. I don’t ‘finger’ myself very often even though I LOVE to be fingered. I also very rarely use a toy. Until I am single.

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When I am getting sex on the regular? I stick to using my fingers for the three or four times a day I get myself off. When I am single though? I need something to ‘fill the hole’ left behind by not getting enough sex.

I’ve never been a fan of vibrators or dildos. I bought a toy to use when my ex was away and only used it once. Now that I am alone? It’s coming in very handy.

My fantasies have been taking hold and they are so dirty. They require being filled up.

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Now that I am flying solo? It means taking the plastic plunge to get me off the way I really need!

 

 

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9 thoughts on “Flying Solo

  1. Damn, Girl!!!
    I love that you accepted this part of yourself and embraced it! It looks like everyone could talk all they want and they couldn’t stop you! Kudos for living your life!!!
    And those pictures, Girl!!!!! 😏😏😏

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