Four o’clock, the laptop screen was starting to feel warm on my face. Spotify’s playing some RNB songs from year 2000. Moved to my bed, and had an urge to touch myself.
I masturbate differently. It doesn’t only involve clit rubbing, but more of leg squeezing. Now I learned that there’s a term for it: “syntribation.” It’s nice to put words into actions that you thought were just unique to you. A validation that it’s a thing.
With my black velvet shorts on and thin black cotton panty, and navy blue tank top, I proceeded to crossing my legs with my left hand sandwiched in between my inner thighs. My body’s facing the right side. I kept on squeezing my legs, and played with the sensation of my hand, moving then up and down my clit and hole. The fabric, and the pressure add a whole new level of pleasure to it.
For years, I’ve been doing this. This is pretty much my introduction to mastrubating since my teenage years. Only that, this year was the only time I learned how to squirt.