My explorative teenage years
My Mum always said I was sexually aware from a young age. She was right, I cannot remember how young I was when those feelings became apparent but I used to love rubbing my pussy against things, enjoying the different textures. My brother’s cricket bat for example, sliding it between my legs and rubbing myself up and down on the cool, smooth wood, making myself wet so that the wood slipped against me, pushing my sensitive clit hard against the surface. A silk scarf, pulling the cool shiney material back and forth between my legs, pulling it tighter against the flesh to flex against my clit. I was always doing it whenever I could get the chance. I had a best friend at school, you know, the kind of friend you shared all your secrets …