Hump Day

I think I wanna buy a t-shirt!

Seriously though, browsing around this website has inspired me to post a few things about my vagina.

My pubic regoin received a haircut recently. Honestly though, sometimes I like to let things get a little unruly down there just so that I can enjoy the new, smooth feeling after I do some gardening. I keep the hair on the top trimmed and in its natural, small trapezoid shape (ridding the area of the few wandering strands), but everything below is completely hairless. I love the comforting feeling of the soft, hairless labia between my thighs, especially when I snuggle into my bed at night (and since I've stopped wearing panties to bed).

Besides all that, being freshly shaven beckons my fingers to wander down south more often than they usually might. Which brings me to my main reason for this post about my vagina...how my masturbation techniques have evolved over time.

I'm not someone you can ask when they started masturbating - I can't ever remember not masturbating, nor can I recall the first time I did. Of course, I didn't know what I was doing or why at the time, but looking back it's obvious that's what it was.

When I was a little girl...and I mean a little girl...I would fall asleep every night with my little blanket between my index finger and thumb - for some reason feeling the material between my fingers was soothing enough to put me to sleep. But that's not all I used this blanket for. On many occassions I would ball the blanket up and prop it under my groin area whilst I was on my stomach, and then I would move my hips up and down, back and forth, side to side, etc., until I brought myself to orgasm (which I now know was because of the indirect stimulation to my clitoris). Well, I didn't know it was an orgasm, but I knew that it felt good, and after I reached a certain point (which I did recognize as some kind of "release"), I could continue humping the blanket all day long and nothing would happen again. Oddly enough though, if I repositioned the blanket underneath me, I could make myself feel it again, though (and even now this baffles me).

Eventually, however, I gave up my security blanket and graduated to pillows. At this point I would simply bunch a pillow up and prop it underneath, go through the same motions, and reach the same result. And it was somewhere in this phase that I realized what I was doing - I was masturbating.

Of course, I also found out that most girls were able to bring themselves to orgasm manually. I attempted this a few times myself, with no such luck. So, I just decided to stick to my own method for the time being. Which was fine, until my relationship transitioned into a more sexual one (not vaginal intercourse, but just oral sex and mutual masturbation). And he could never make me come, because I didn't know how to come.

So, one night, about a year and a half ago, I decided that I was going to make myself. I climbed into my bed hours after my roommate had fallen asleep and slipped my hand into my panties. I began feeling around for something - anything, that I could recognize as pleasurable. And finally I found it - the spot on my clitoris that I have come to love and know so well. I tried stimulating it in several different ways, by moving my finger up and down, or side to side, until I unknowingly stumbled into a circular motion...and and I knew that this was going to work. I continued with these circular motions until I was on the brink of climaxing, and the orgasm I attained frightened me, to the point that I had to stop. The feeling I was able to achieve from masturbating this way completely overwhelmed my pillow humping, and frankly, I had never expected anything to feel that intense. I was unaware that it could.

And I haven't pillow humped since.