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I will never forget the first time I used a massager. I was 25 and had read about how a massager can help girls that can't cum, or take a long time to cum, to improve their sex lives. Not too convinced but with no better way to spend £20, I bought a Carmen massager that came with 5 interesting attachements. How wrong to have doubted the claims! Up until then it had taken me up to an hour to get off by hand power and even then that was neither guaranteed to work nor sure to give me anything more than a weak orgasm. The Carmen had me there in about 60 seconds and wow what a cum. It was the strongest and longest I had experienced and even better I managed a string of nearly as powerful climaxes in quick succession after the first. This was the very first time I had had more than one orgasm in one session. I wanted to tell everyone I knew but I managed to keep the secret until now.

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I clean in a school. One of the areas I do includes woodworking workshops. Each year, the older kids make a large rocking horse - the teacher must have no imagination or plans for anything else. When each has been finished it is kept in a store room until the end of the year when it is raffled off or something. The first year I was there and the horse was finished I had a go on it for fun and had rather more fun than expected. Each year now I look forward to those few weeks when I can get to ride the latest model to see if the saddle ridge is as good as previous ones. No disappointments yet and some day I may get to own one of those beauties.

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A few years ago I had a job in a large travel agency in London. Being highly sexed I have to 'see to myself' once or sometimes twice a day so I would regularly have to nip to the toilets and spend 5 minutes relieving my tensions but the place was grotty and I did not enjoy being there. Then I 'discovered' the stock room. This was a small room in the basement where we kept the large numbers of brochures and forms that we used. As staff only visited the room in the evening, to get fresh stocks of brochures for the next day, I reckoned that it would be private enough for my needs. The fact that it smelt better than the toilets and had a comfortable, if tatty, chair that I could use, were bonuses. Finding time for play was easy enough as my job involved tasks, like taking mail around and popping out to deliver tickets, that took me away from my desk and made it acceptable for me to be out of sight for a while. Things went well for a few months and I got to love my little hiding place, visiting it whenever the need arose. One morning I was in need or some fun and had nothing pressing to do in the office so I made for the stock room. I did my usual preparations of dropping my knicks, popping them into my pocket, making myself comfortable on the old chair and then set to it. After a couple of minutes, things were getting nice. My clitoris was letting me know that my fingers were doing their job and that my orgasm was very close. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the erotic scene playing in my head. Soon I lost touch with where I was and was totally focussed in the pleasure I was having. Next I was opening my eyes and seeing my manager staring at me. She did not look amused and simply told me to sort myself out and get upstairs. I was horrified and expected to be the laughing stock of the office. She, however, said nothing to anyone about the incident but I found it so hard to look her in the eye again (and I missed my little breaks) that I soon moved on to a new job.

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When I was 12 or 13 I was masturbating away in my bedroom when the door suddenly opened and in came my mother. I tried to pass it off as scratching an itch on my thigh but I can't believe she was fooled for a minute. It was never mentioned again but from then on she started to knock if she wanted to enter my room when I was in there alone.

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I got so worked up watching a male strip group perform at our club that I just had to start touching myself. I looked around to see if anyone could see me and what I was doing. The lighting was low and the audience was only interested in what was going on up on the stage so I risked it. Afterwards I was shocked at what I had done but as no one saw me, I just though, 'what the hell' - it was very nice.

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We often go walking and camping in the Lake District (English National Park). Part of the fun is to get away from civilisation so our camps are often in remote places where normal hikers would not go. Waking up in the fresh air, miles from the next living sole, as the sun is just rising and the world seems so still is amazing. On more than one occasion, when I have been the first awake, I have celebrated the event by getting totally naked and frigging myself off in the open air. It feels so natural and free. I always feel recharged after doing it. No masturbation at home, no matter how strong the orgasm, has quite the same effect on me.

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At University I fell in with a crowd that had high alcohol consumption levels and low morals. Parties often ended in virtual orgies, at least for those still able to do it. Now sex is one thing, as everyone has to get naked and show their privates, but masturbation is rather private for me. My views in this area came out one evening, the guys went on like I was the only girl in the world that masturbates and I was hounded to put on a show. I resisted for a few rounds of drinks more then the alcohol won. I was glad that it did as I had no idea how much fun it was going to be. I had the undivided attention of the group, girls and boys and the power this gave me was wonderful. A few bottle tricks later I was doing it for real. It was one of the few times I have orgasmed while still being fully aware of my surroundings and watching their faces as they watched me grapple with my climax was quite amazing. I never got to do it again and maybe I am too proper to ever consider doing it now but that night is still a vivid and wonderful memory.

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I used to share a room with my younger sister. This wasn't too much of a problem as she used to go to bed an hour before me and was a deep sleeper. Feeling safe, I often indulged in some finger play before going to sleep myself. One night I felt in need of a play so I checked my sister was asleep and started. About 10 minutes later I orgasmed in my own well practiced, silent way. After coming back down to Earth I rolled over and snuggled up ready to doze off. "Nice isn't it", came a whisper from the other side of the room. I could have died!

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I was really horny while out shopping the other week. I knew it would be a couple of hours before I would get home and that the chances of getting some time alone before bed were slim. I went into a well known clothes shop, picked up the first dress that I saw and headed for the changing room. Safely in my own cubicle with the curtain pulled, I dropped my jeans, lent up on the wall and watched in the mirror while I did myself. Five minutes later I handed back the dress, still perfectly folded on its hanger, and left the shop a happier girl.

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I have had a fantasy for years about sharing masturbation with a stranger but I am too shy and proper to do it for real. Then I discovered the internet, or Freetel to be accurate. Now I can find a partner in minutes and share a session whenever I want. Yes some of the guys are weird but they can't find out who I am so its safe. Some day I may get a camera for my PC so that I can add pictures to the sound and typing!

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Suddenly, at the age of 16 when I was masturbating several times most days, I found myself with both arms in plaster, thanks to a bad fall off my bike. For the first week or two I was too sore to think of anything to do with sex but after a while the urges came back but my means of dealing with them were out of action (hands). My mother was always asking, 'Is there anything I can do for you dear?", but I don't think she had that in mind. God knows though, I came close to asking! I tried anything I could to get off. Pillow humping was the nearest to success but even that left me unsatisfied. After 7 weeks and 3 days, but who was counting!!!, I got the plasters off and I can tell you that night I went to town on myself. It may not have been the fanciest session I have had but it was definitely the most needed and probably the most satisfying.

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Flying back on the late flight, from a business trip to Dallas, I found myself one of only a handful of people on the plane. I was toward the rear of the aircraft and there was no one near to me so I decided to act out a fantasy I have had for years since reading Emmanuelle as a teenager. I covered my lap with the little blanket from the stowage locker and had a wonderful time masturbating myself for a good portion of the 3 hour flight. A so much more civilized way to get into the 'Mile High' club than a quickie in a smelly washroom.

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For years I thought masturbation was something immoral and that "good girls" didn't do it. I am now 42 and have recently discovered what I have been missing. My job requires me to drive to far places, often traveling late at night when very few cars are on the road (only on the interstates). I discovered that if I am wearing tight jeans with the thick seam down the center of the crotch, I become very stimulated by the constant vibration from my Ford bronco! I will drive for about an 30-45 minutes with my car on cruise control. The seam will press against my clitoris through my panties while it vibrates ever so slightly. I unsnap the top button, unzip the fly and put my hand down in my panties to a very wet crotch. It doesn't take much for me to reach an orgasm at this point just be stimulating my clitoris. Ocassionaly I will slip my middle finger in and press the palm of the hand against my throbbing clitoris. Woah! As long as you keep your feet away from the gas or brake pedal; just keep one hand free to keep the car between the lines. I'm just sorry I had to wait this long to enjoy myself on the road. I've been traveling for years and always had to fight to stay awake! No problem now.

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I have never had a self-induced orgasm using my hand or anything hand-held. I can get myself worked up, but I reach a point where I just get tired and bored because it doesn't work for me. I can't speak first hand about vibrators or dildos, I've never used them, but I have tried shower massagers, running water faucets, things like that. I even paged myself a bunch of times and put my beeper on vibrate alarm to see if that would do it for me!! However, none of these things brought me to orgasm the way one other thing can--my old pillow, one which I have had for over 13 years. It's my absolute favorite plaything because it's broken in just the way I like it, all lumped up on one side, and really low and flat on the other. I put the big lumped rounded side underneath my clit and lay flat on my bed, holding my upper torso away from the pillow. I spread my legs apart and press them flat against the bed, rocking my body back and forth with my arms. I tense up all the muscles in my tummy and my thighs, breathing in short spurts that match my movement. Periodically, I take breaks to wet my tits with my saliva- I love how the cold air of my room feels drying spit off of my hard nipples. I can get myself off like that in less than a minute when I want to, but I usually like to take a little longer with myself than that.

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I have about 10 minutes of a porno on one of my music video tapes from years ago that I like to put on when I need to get off. The girl in this movie (I dont even know the name of the flick!) is laying down with her knees way up, making all sorts of faces at this guy who is pumping away at her, but trying not to come just yet. You see the muscles of his ass tightening with every push, and I get crazy listening to him whimper like he's not going to last. When she starts whispering to him to keep fucking and he keeps going, I get crazy!! I rewind the scene a few times, and all three of us usually come together. If I remain perfectly still for a few minutes until my breathing gets somewhat normal, I just have to grab on to my bedsheet with the palms of my hands and rock really hard for a few strokes and I come again. I've had a few nights where I've done this like four times, but two is usually enough for me. I was masturbating like this when I was barely 14 (I'm almost 25 now), and I feel that this is why I have learned to enjoy intercouse as much as I do- I just get on top and I'm set!!

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As a youngster from about 8 or 9 til about age 11, my girlfriend and I discovered the wonderful surge of pleasure that we could generate from our ability to shinny-up the big vertical climbing pole at the local playground. By climbing up to the top and then holding on with our hands and then just continuing to shinny up and down with our legs for a time, we could build up to an explosion of senses like no other to this day.

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