[f] just your local 22 year old virgin exploring herself more

(start of Spicy stuff will start at **, really spicy stuff will start at ***)

I am a super virgin. I have completed none of the bases with anyone, and the closest I ever went with someone was kissing them on the cheek for a theatre show. I have rotten luck. Do you know that triangle meme that’s like 3 ends of the spectrum and pick 2. For me, it was: 1. someone who liked me back 2. someone who I would trust in a relationship or to do any of the steps and 3. someone who lived relatively close to me (the closest person who filled 1 and 2 lives 6 hours away). You see my dilemma.

Just because I haven’t done anything, doesn’t mean I haven’t done research though. When I was a sophomore in college (late 19, early 20), I had the closest to a ho phase as I have experienced, did a lot of research in incognito mode, and had a lot of alone time since I didn’t have a roommate and needed the destress from physics and my other classes.

I’ve slowed down (probably because my senior year I had a capstone that took most of my free time, and then I moved back into my family’s house). The past 3 weeks, I had felt my horniness building up. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t as free to pleasure myself as much as I wanted, or other that errands and doctor’s appointments. I wasn’t feeling well all day, so my family let me to go sleep relatively early to when I do. I fell asleep for about four hours before I woke up. I played games with some online friends, as the horniness was non existent.

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As soon as I was about to close my laptop, it hit me like a truck. I tried to sleep it off, but the horniness was not going to leave me. I felt myself in a half sleep, feeling an imaginary hand trying to massage my breasts. At this point, I was in a black bra and white underwear with a pad because I m on my period because it was ungodly hot in my room when I first fell asleep. Now, it was chilly, making each sensation stronger. The imaginary hand started a little too lightly fondling my breasts. I then couldn’t take it and replaced the imaginary hand with my own. I lightly fondled the breast and lightly moaned.

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Breasts, for me historically, were the biggest source of orgasms. The feeling of the clit was weird and any attempt at best just seemed to lubricate my hole with no pleasure. though putting something in my hole could, and once in while was needed to, bring satisfaction, I couldn’t go over the edge without my breasts. I kept fondling them slowly, and then started grabbing them harder. I then focused on my nipple, my thumb slowly flicking up and down, my body shivering in delight. I felt myself getting wet, a little too wet. With the period and my mood, I didn’t want to fuck myself, so I cleaned that part up to get a fresh start. I then had to turn off my air conditioner because with going to the bathroom, I realized the bedroom was too cold. I then realized as soon as I turned it off that since my family was sleeping at a close enough distance that they could hear my moans, I had to be quiet (which was very hard for me to do)

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I then went back to rubbing my nipple. I could feel my pussy getting wet again, but it wasn’t overwhelming like before. I imagined three guys, rotating throughout, rubbing my breasts. I changed my pace and style based on the guy I was seeing at the moment. One was rough and very kneady, being very dominant to my sub side. The second was much gentler, moving my fingers like a mouth who would be kissing, and taking it easy to the riskiest chance of no orgasm, but the highest chance of some satisfaction. The third moving the breast away from the middle so that he could get in between my breast and kiss them there, focusing on both his pleasure and mine. The first, after a few rotations, was easily done away with. After a while, I realized that the style I wanted for the night was the second.

I felt him in my mind kissing my neck as he is on top of my, gently touching my body, like it was a precious thing. I took my bra off, making everything more sensitive than it already was. Suddenly, I felt a conflict, My mind and body wanted me to fuck myself badly, heck the period. However, I also knew that if I did, it would not be as pleasant as my desire promised. I adjusted myself on the bed, unintentionally humping the air, and noticed it felt good. I then smiled as I realized my compromise.

I imagined the second guy getting his imaginary cock ready to fuck me. he then inserted nice and slow, and I started thrusting in real life to his imaginary fucking me. I then started touching my breasts, making the sensation feel even better. Eventually, the third guy in my mind asked the second to take over, which he obliged. He imaginarily fucked my harder, but made sure to focus on my nipples. I humped faster as in my mind he went faster. I was in so much joy. Being fucked by these two imaginary men was amazing. Eventually, the second’s hands take over the breasts while the third sets his final, but still has a minute or two left, pace. I subconsciously put my hand on my clit and tapped it once like a button, and a strong orgasm hit me, biting my mouth to not scream. I then used the bathroom again to clean up myself and I fell back asleep, tired from the great masturbation session.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nti14f/f_just_your_local_22_year_old_virgin_exploring