Guilt over Touching Myself

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Anyone else here struggle with guilt over sex/masturbation? I was raised super religious (Catholic) and struggled with guilt for years. Going to Catholic school through high school didn’t help with the guilt complex. I eventually got better, but it took a while. Growing up, it kept getting drilled in that my job was to “save myself” and not have sex until marriage. Sex was supposed to be saved for my future husband and also it was SuPeR iMpOrTaNt that I knew that my body was made for making babies. I bought into the religious story, didn’t really realize I was missing anything. Then I discovered masturbation – I thought it was a fine way to enjoy myself while still saving myself for marriage. Until I accidentally left a porn story up on the family computer and my mother found it. I got in so much trouble, and was told in no uncertain terms how wrong it was to touch myself – that God was watching, and didn’t I want to save myself for my future husband. I cried myself to sleep. I couldn’t see anything wrong with something that hurt no one and brought pleasure to myself. But it was apparently a major sin.

My First Time – With Another Woman Part 2/2

“Stand,” Jahnavi commanded, “Let’s get you ready.” I stood, and she followed suit, reached out and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Then she used one hand to unclasp my bra while her other worked on the button of my jeans. As she unzipped my jeans, she smoothly pulled my bra off. Jahnavi looked at me with a smirk, leaned in, and brushed her tongue against my right nipple. Her right hand rose to cup my left breast, and she started teasing that nipple too. I let out a brief gasp, surprised and pleasured by the attention. Her mouth lifted slightly, and traced up to my shoulder, over my neck, and around my chin. We locked lips in an embrace that felt like forever, but probably only lasted for a minute or so. I could still taste the slightly tangy aftertaste from eating her out.

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My First Time – With Another Woman

When I was 20, I took a calculus course at uni. I was so lost in that course, and the professor was no help at all. I pretty much learned everything in that class from Jahnavi, the 28 year old TA working on her PhD in math, during the discussion section. She had a slight Indian accent and was super nerdy like me. I also found her amazingly attractive and awkwardly tried to flirt with her even though she was basically my teacher. Jahnavi was pretty open that she liked women and would smile, or almost flirt back at me, but never flirted back.

I went into the final exam assuming that Jahnavi just wasn’t interested in me. After the long, difficult exam, I left the room and I saw someone wave to me from down the hall. I was stunned as I realized it was Jahnavi – and she was wearing heels, black thigh high stockings, a black pleated miniskirt, and a red halter top. As I walked over to her she said, “Hey, Annabelle. I *did* notice you flirting, but it wouldn’t have been appropriate while I was teaching to respond. Now that you’re done with the class,” she winked, “Want to grab a drink right now?”

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