Some of these confessions are so implausible, but I love reading ones that sound believable and are well written- especially when I’m h****.

I’m a 19 year old female from England and I’m convinced there’s something wrong with me; I’m h**** most of the time. Like most people, I discovered m*********** when I was young (11/12). I didn’t really know I was m*********** at the time, but fondling myself felt good, so I kept doing it. I started by massaging my v**** (sat on the toilet with my legs spread apart) and fantasising about a boy I fancied at school until I felt an overwhelming sensation of pleasure and an intense throbbing from within my v*****. My eyes would roll back and my legs would suddenly clench. I’d then get up (wash my hands, of course) and leave the bathroom like nothing had happened.

Then, in my early teens, I used the internet to learn more about my parts and how they work and thus soon discovered the sensitivity of my c***. At first, I was scared of touching it with my fingers (don’t ask, lol) so I used the handle of my hairbrush to prod it and move it around. Once I was comfortable with it being touched, I used my fingers to rub it in circular motions. I’d vary the speed of my touch and slow down when I felt I was close to coming to prolong my state of arousal. I loved teasing myself.

My mum soon got suspicious that I was spending so much time in the bathroom, but this didn’t stop me from seeking out opportunities to m********* elsewhere. When I was around 15, I moved out of my sister’s room and finally had a room of my own (and a chance to do as a please in my own privacy!) This is when I discovered a wealth of online material that would aid me during m***********. I also learn a lot about a man’s p**** (lol) and fantasized about being dominated by an older (but buff) man.

The internet also taught me about various other ways to please oneself! Lol. I absolutely loved using the shower head to bring me to o*****. I’d set the water at full flow and aim it directly on my c***. It was intense and I found it hard to control my vocal chords; I didn’t want any of my family members to suspect anything.

My bed was pushed right up against my window, so at night, I’d leave the light on and part my curtains slightly, so that the lower half of my body was visible to anyone from the outside looking in. I’d m********* quite ferociously and thrust my hips, hoping that my neighbours in the house opposite would catch a glimpse. The possibility of being watched was such a turn on.

The internet also taught me about f********. It sounded a little daunting at first, so I used pens and thin whiteboard markers to begin with. I’m a virgin (which probably explains why I’m h**** most of the time, lol), so I knew I had to be cautious.

Once when I was 18, I was exploring the wetness of my slit with my legs spread wide on my bed and I accidently slipped the tip of my middle finger into my v*****. I didn’t take it out immediately, but rather I slowly pushed it in deeper. The pens I had used previously were no thicker than a finger. Nonetheless, curiousity got the better of me and I did. It hurt at first and I could feel my vaginal opening stretching, but it felt so good.

I’m 19 now and I’ve never had s**, but I fantasise about the day a man takes charge of me and my tight v*****. As for now, I’ll continue pleasuring myself. : ) X