I guess I was a late starter. I experimented with myself occasionally for several years before I finally achieved orgasm at the age of seventeen. Since then, it has taken a while to perfect my technique and reach the best orgasm I can. Usually I start by reading erotic stories to get turned on – either in books, or on the net (needless to say this site is a particular favourite). When I’m wet and my pussy is really tingling, I go to bed and shut the door, just in case someone comes home (though I only do this when I’m pretty sure they won’t!). If it’s cold I dive under the covers and leave my t-shirt on, and play with my clit until I come.
Masturbating during the summer months, I find, is more fun. When the weather is warm I like to strip naked, throw the covers off my bed, spread over the mattress and tease myself for a while. I run my fingers over my body, and then I hold my breasts in my hands and circle both nipples with my thumbs simultaneously. This feels really good, especially if I imagine a man’s mouth on them (usually someone specific, but who it is varies from session to session). The sensation makes my pussy go crazy – I’m already wet from what I’ve been reading – and when I can’t take it anymore I move both hands down there. I use the fingers of my left hand to hold my lips apart. I’ve tried other techniques, such as vaginal penetration, but for me nothing works half as well as just stroking my clit until I come. I wet the forefinger of my right hand in my juices and then circle my clit slowly for a minute or so.
There’s a particular spot, on the head of my clit and slightly to the left, that drives me crazy when I touch it – it was a great day when I found that. Once I’ve become really excited I rub myself there, occasionally dipping into my vagina for lube, and it feels amazing. I don’t know why, but it really turns me on to look down at myself and watch my hand moving. As the excitement increases it feels good to buck my hips, and I move my finger increasingly faster. I’ve mentioned that I only do this when I’m home alone. This is because I make rather a lot of noise. I try not to, for the sake of the neighbours (I live in a flat, and I don’t know whether they can hear me or not… I hope not!), but it feels so good when I come I just have to cry out. When it’s over, I lie back and get my breath back, and then get another hour’s extremely good sleep!