She stared at her reflection; Two large lips, a small mouth agape, a hood that covered the small ball of euphoria she had been told not to touch. A slimy, slippery cavern of wonder surrounded by a jungle of thick black strands of hair.
This was the first time she had ever seen a vagina- this was her vagina.
She quickly glanced at the large golden cross hanging on the wall above her bed.
A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. She knew this was forbidden, yes. She felt guilty for having discovered the pleasure in being bad.
A warm pulse reverberated through her body. She squirmed, crossing her legs together and feeling the electricity her horniness had caused course through her veins, running through her blood and up to her brain, like ecstasy. She felt quite high, never having felt this way before, a new world, a new way of perceiving things. Not that she had ever done ecstasy, of course. She was a good pudgy suburban Christian. She’d never done drugs, never disobeyed her parents, at least until now.
Today was the day. The day that she would masturbate for the first time, the day that would lead to her inevitable downfall.
She lay on her bed with her legs spread apart and her grandmother’s silverlined mirror in hand. With a deep breath, the young girl slowly and hesitantly pressed her index finger against her clitoral hood. She stared into the mirror and waited.
Thirty seconds went by.
Nothing. Wasn’t this supposed to feel good?
Determined to understand her body, she moved on and grabbed the large flaps of skin surrounding the entrance to her vagina. She tugged on them, like a dog would tug on a tough piece of raw meat. A strange sensation. Not unpleasant, yet surely not what she was looking for.
She wondered what more there was to do. She looked into the handmirror once more and stared into a tiny hole she assumed was the entrance to her vagina.
There’s no way a finger could fit in there… She pondered to herself.
Not knowing what else to do, she ignored this thought and tried to stuff her index finger inside her urethra. She winced in pain but kept trying to get in there. Perhaps this was the ‘hymen’ her classmates spoke of. She wasn’t 100% sure of what a ‘hymen’ was, but she knew it had to be broken. She continued trying to ram her fingers into this hole, even with the awful stinging burn it was causing. She felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes, and it was at this point she figured this probably wasn’t the proper way to masturbate.
She cupped her hand over her pubic area as an attempt to soothe the pain she had just caused herself. At this point she had decided to give her vagina a break.
She angled the mirror a little lower, and noticed a small scrunched area of skin. This was her anus. She had heard of people having anal sex, and she had also heard that anal sex was the only kind of premarital sex Jesus permitted. Curious, she carefully inserted the tip of her pointer finger inside.
Her leg twitched. This was a little uncomfortable, but interesting nonetheless. Slowly, she inched her finger in a little deeper. A wave of warmth glided over her body. The sensation was completely foreign to her, so she didn’t quite know how to take it. She pulled her finger out, slowly. This, she knew, felt good. She reinserted it, a little faster this time. She let out a soft moan. Oh, yes. She began pulling her finger out again, this time curving it slightly. She gently stroked the inner walls of her anal cavity, her legs quivering. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand, goosebumps lining her inner thighs. She felt a warm tickle growing somewhere between her legs, and something inside of her was telling her to follow it. She put the mirror down, and with her free hand she brushed her fingertips against her clitoris. She closed her eyes and truly felt every bit of pleasure she could. It felt as though she had been transported to a seperate demension, a demension in which she was one with everything in the universe. She was no longer a teenage girl, but rather an animalistic entity existing solely to feel. All logic, reason and language were lost- all that remained were the primal instincts that come with human lust.
Then, there was a pause.
She felt like she was astral projecting, watching her naked body lay on the bed from a bird’s eye view. She watched as her bedroom door swung open, her younger brother standing within the frame, petrified, confused. His beady young eyes widened. The two remained frozen, speechless; The second one of them moved, this would all become real.
Almost a minute had gone by, and the room stayed as still as a rock encased in cement. The silence was deafening for them both. The young teenager knew that suicide was considered sinful and selfish in Christianity, but in this very moment she wanted nothing more than to die.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the girl blinked and suddenly returned to her body. She regained feeling in her limbs, her organs, which all felt heavy and cold. She cleared her throat, and then decided that perhaps words weren’t the best option right now. Instead, she stood up and walked across the room to get her bathrobe. She quickly pulled it on and covered her breasts, then shuffled over to where her brother stood. The two made awkwardly long eye-contact, the trauma of what the boy had just witnessed engraving itself permanently into his mind. The girl was able to see this in the panicked expression spread upon his face, so, without a second thought, she slammed the door shut and burst into tears.
It wasn’t long before her parents were informed of the incident. They were not pleased.
The girl is currently staying in Adams County, Indiana at a Swiss Amish settlement. She will be staying there for the next 2 years, until she reaches 16 years of age. Only during Rumspringa will she be able to return home to see if she is ready to live with her family again.
Needless to say, young Dora won’t be exploring her body again anytime soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8fu1xc/dora_the_explorer_a_story_of_masturbation