Almost everyone masturbates, yet only a small percentage of the population talks about it. It is not improper to enjoy oneself, nor is it improper to be horny. It's your feelings, desires, and inclinations. You have the right — and the pleasure — to investigate them. It's also OK to be afraid when confronted with something new and unfamiliar. The most essential thing is to have a relationship with yourself and your body that is only for you.
Some women associate masturbation with alleviating stress; not only that, but it allows you to experiment and discover what you enjoy. Knowing about it will make it easier for you to connect with your partners in the future, and make everything else less difficult.
Below are the stories of masturbation narrated by anonymous women.
Getting funky in the shower
It was kind of by mistake the first time I masturbated. I was maybe 14 at the time, and I was in the bathtub fiddling with the showerhead when the water struck that region, and it felt pleasurable. I felt self-conscious about it and didn't tell anyone about my newfound interest.
After ten years, I'm much more at ease with masturbation and my body. What's the big problem if it's completely natural, feels nice, and causes no harm? I'm not going to shout it from the rooftops that I do it, but if the subject comes up, I can freely discuss it with my closest friend or lover.
I was 15 years old and alone in my room. It was summer, and I was the only one in the home since everyone else was at the lake. I was reading leaflets on how to become a personal trainer that I had hidden between my mattresses.
I reached back to steady myself while hanging off the edge of the bed to push them back into their hiding place and ended up with my hand around my private parts. Surprisingly, it felt wonderful, so I finished stowing my belongings and scooched back onto the bed, face down, with my other hand down my trousers to engage both of us.
I do recall putting my hand over my underpants because I didn't want it to get wet. I also remember wanting to be silent, so I stayed face down and buried my face in my comforter to drown out any sounds. I didn't experience any release. I assumed I did, but I wasn't sure. It was just pleasurable. It only lasted as long as I could hold my breath, after which I fell asleep like the dead.
Shopping for pleasure
When I was in high school, I went to the mall's Spencer's Gifts and had them gift wrap a vibrator for me since I couldn't confess I was buying it for myself. Female masturbation is neither humiliating nor disgusting, and having a vibrator or dildo is neither. You'll start talking to other ladies about this when you get to college. There's a whole universe of liberty waiting to be discovered.