Hands between legs

[Selenaaah]

My hand is between my legs again. It’s something I’ve done since I was a kid — a habit that’s stuck with me through the years. It’s how I calm myself down, how I deal with emotions I don’t always know how to name. More than that, it’s a way I connect with myself. A kind of survival, maybe even pleasure.

I’m 30 years old. Still a virgin. That might sound strange to you, but where I come from, it’s common. Here, people don’t really talk about sex, not openly. Most women have their first time on their wedding night. I just haven’t had mine yet. I’m not married.

And yet, I’m hypersexual. Full of longing and frustration. Full of shame too, sometimes. I carry a lot of contradictions. But still — at the end of the day, my hand finds its place between my legs.

That’s how I live. Outside, I’m the girl with the jokes, the stories, the bright eyes. People like me. They think I have it all together. But at night, I slip under the covers, put on my headphones, turn on my vibrator, and play my favorite porn. That’s when I finally feel honest — like myself.

I love everything about it. The skin, the sounds, the slickness, the rawness. I love watching people lose themselves in each other. And I love remembering — like that one time with my ex, when he pressed the head of his cock against my clit, moving slowly, again and again, until I cum. I think about that a lot. That memory is one of the few places I’ve really felt seen.

I live a few different lives. The one I show the world, and the one I keep just for me. But this secret one — this private, electric version of me — it’s my favorite. Because sometimes, it really does feel like I’m getting to know the world by touching it with my clit.

But I want this part of me to be seen too. I want people to know, because I know how many girls grow up not knowing how to enjoy themselves. Some don’t even realize they’re allowed to. I want them to know they’re not alone. That it’s okay to have fantasies. That it’s okay to discover sex later in life.

No, I’m not planning to get married as a virgin — that’s not the goal. It just hasn’t happened yet. When it does, I’d like to write about it. I want to tell that story too. Because I want to talk about these things — really talk. I want to write the kind of thing I always searched for and rarely found: something nakedly honest, real, unfiltered. Something that makes you think, reflect, maybe even get turned on. Something that pushes you to go have sex or touch yourself the way you like it best.

And if this text distracts you from your routine, if it makes you pause and reach for yourself — then I’ll be happy. Because that, to me, is one of the purest pleasures the world has to offer: the pleasure of one’s own body.

That’s what I’ll be doing here — being open, being real. Sharing what I’ve felt, what I’ve lived. Telling stories in the language of sex, of eroticism, of emotion, of touch. Seeing the world that way — through sensation — and offering it back, raw.

I’m thirty. I like touching the world with my clit. I like giving myself pleasure. I like shamelessness, semen, and moans. And more than anything, I want to be honest with myself from now on — because I love myself.

I’ve decided to start a thread about this and put my bio here — a kind of personal blog where I’ll be sharing my thoughts and experiences along the way. Feel free to join in and share your own perspectives. I hope this series inspires you to cherish yourself and enjoy the irreplaceable pleasure of orgasm.
And I hope you’ll tell me about your experiences too — because just hearing about it might make me wet all over again.

And I love myself in the most literal way, too — right now, in this very moment.


Yours, Selenaaah

 

[Selenaaah]

Today was a really tough day, and all I could think about was getting home, putting on my headphones, turning on some loud porn, and making love to myself.
I finally can — but sadly, I can’t find the right video. I don’t think I’ll wait too long though. I just want the first round to go quick — biting my pillow, moaning, and feeling my fingers get soaked.
One time definitely won’t be enough tonight. For the next round, I’ll want to watch something more beautiful, emotional, and deeply erotic.
Tonight’s mood? Feels more like group sex, bi vibes — lots of passion, sucking, and trembling together.
If you’re here and reading this, feel free to drop your favorite porn link — I’m sure I’ll need it, and maybe someone else will too.
How was your day?

 

[SirSparky]

Wow, I know what you mean to lose yourself in you. There is nothing wrong with pleasuring yourself , getting to know what your body feels and wants. How can another lesson know how to pleasure you if you dont know yourself, so I say go for it.

Im currently laying in a hospital bed, no section action for months. Getting so hormy amd frustrated that I've come to lot to get some inspiration. Ive been looking at porn, but im finding I am attracting to more kinky and extreme porn to get me off so im not sure you woukd want links to what I have been watching, but it will be fun to masturbate together.

 

[Paperslut]

Today was a really tough day, and all I could think about was getting home, putting on my headphones, turning on some loud porn, and making love to myself.
I finally can — but sadly, I can’t find the right video. I don’t think I’ll wait too long though. I just want the first round to go quick — biting my pillow, moaning, and feeling my fingers get soaked.
One time definitely won’t be enough tonight. For the next round, I’ll want to watch something more beautiful, emotional, and deeply erotic.
Tonight’s mood? Feels more like group sex, bi vibes — lots of passion, sucking, and trembling together.
If you’re here and reading this, feel free to drop your favorite porn link — I’m sure I’ll need it, and maybe someone else will too.
How was your day?

Oh well aren’t you the horny little sweetheart! I love it. Enjoy your pleasure and your body, revel in it and get lost in it. Learn what feels good and what doesn’t. Love your body and that sacred place between your legs.

If you ever want company or a horny and tender woman to masturbate with let me know

 

[Selenaaah]

Oh well aren’t you the horny little sweetheart! I love it. Enjoy your pleasure and your body, revel in it and get lost in it. Learn what feels good and what doesn’t. Love your body and that sacred place between your legs.

If you ever want company or a horny and tender woman to masturbate with let me know

oh dear, thank you, i would like to try it

 

[matureman32]

oh dear, thank you, i would like to try it

Have fun ladies!

 

[Selenaaah]

Today wasn’t very active in a sexual way, which isn’t typical for me—but it’s probably because of how much work I’ve had.
I had some free time in the morning, I was super horny and I think my upcoming period is partly to blame. While lying in bed, rolling around, I started masturbating.

I had some messages waiting, and in one of them, a man had sent me a lesbian video—two women scissoring, rubbing against each other between their thighs, and then one sits on the other’s face and finishes in her mouth.
I count my orgasms as a way of expressing love for myself. If my body wants it, it deserves to enjoy the pleasure of touch and emotion.
We rarely give this enough value, but it’s a shame—because we are so raw and beautiful in those moments. Masturbation is such a pure thing, even in the dirtiest videos there’s often something achingly real.

Anyway, I didn’t have much time. I lay on my stomach and touched myself until I came.
Orgasms hit so hard when I’m lazy-doggy style—and yes, I do love videos in that pose. If you ever come across one, feel free to send it.

After that, I dozed off for a bit and went to work. Now it’s late at night, and I thought I’d just fall asleep without anything.
But then again—why not? I’m alone, the room is cool…

So why not open my legs wide, fold them up gently, slide one hand down between them, the other grazing my chest… grip the top of the bed frame, and moan deep.
Who would stop me?
Why should anyone stop me?
They should only join me.
Join me.
Right now.
Now!

 

[Paperslut]

Today wasn’t very active in a sexual way, which isn’t typical for me—but it’s probably because of how much work I’ve had.
I had some free time in the morning, I was super horny and I think my upcoming period is partly to blame. While lying in bed, rolling around, I started masturbating.

I had some messages waiting, and in one of them, a man had sent me a lesbian video—two women scissoring, rubbing against each other between their thighs, and then one sits on the other’s face and finishes in her mouth.
I count my orgasms as a way of expressing love for myself. If my body wants it, it deserves to enjoy the pleasure of touch and emotion.
We rarely give this enough value, but it’s a shame—because we are so raw and beautiful in those moments. Masturbation is such a pure thing, even in the dirtiest videos there’s often something achingly real.

Anyway, I didn’t have much time. I lay on my stomach and touched myself until I came.
Orgasms hit so hard when I’m lazy-doggy style—and yes, I do love videos in that pose. If you ever come across one, feel free to send it.

After that, I dozed off for a bit and went to work. Now it’s late at night, and I thought I’d just fall asleep without anything.
But then again—why not? I’m alone, the room is cool…

So why not open my legs wide, fold them up gently, slide one hand down between them, the other grazing my chest… grip the top of the bed frame, and moan deep.
Who would stop me?
Why should anyone stop me?
They should only join me.
Join me.
Right now.
Now!

Are you still masturbating sweet girl?

 

[SirSparky]

I know i am still stroking and rubbing myself

 

[coffeelover5]

Today wasn’t very active in a sexual way, which isn’t typical for me—but it’s probably because of how much work I’ve had.
I had some free time in the morning, I was super horny and I think my upcoming period is partly to blame. While lying in bed, rolling around, I started masturbating.

I had some messages waiting, and in one of them, a man had sent me a lesbian video—two women scissoring, rubbing against each other between their thighs, and then one sits on the other’s face and finishes in her mouth.
I count my orgasms as a way of expressing love for myself. If my body wants it, it deserves to enjoy the pleasure of touch and emotion.
We rarely give this enough value, but it’s a shame—because we are so raw and beautiful in those moments. Masturbation is such a pure thing, even in the dirtiest videos there’s often something achingly real.

Anyway, I didn’t have much time. I lay on my stomach and touched myself until I came.
Orgasms hit so hard when I’m lazy-doggy style—and yes, I do love videos in that pose. If you ever come across one, feel free to send it.

After that, I dozed off for a bit and went to work. Now it’s late at night, and I thought I’d just fall asleep without anything.
But then again—why not? I’m alone, the room is cool…

So why not open my legs wide, fold them up gently, slide one hand down between them, the other grazing my chest… grip the top of the bed frame, and moan deep.
Who would stop me?
Why should anyone stop me?
They should only join me.
Join me.
Right now.
Now!

Before I join in, I would love to watch how you give yourself pleasure. That would be a teachable moment.

 

[Paperslut]

I’m finally home, naked myself as well. I’m in the same position as @Selenaaah, rubbing my clit gently. I think My body is moving very much like hers. Squirming, holding onto the headboard as the pleasure heightens.

 

[Selenaaah]

I’m finally home, naked myself as well. I’m in the same position as @Selenaaah, rubbing my clit gently. I think My body is moving very much like hers. Squirming, holding onto the headboard as the pleasure heightens.

How was it, darling? Was the orgasm as intense as you wanted? What fantasies did you have during it?

 

[ReallyRandyReader]

And if this text distracts you from your routine, if it makes you pause and reach for yourself — then I’ll be happy

Yes

 

[Paperslut]

How was it, darling? Was the orgasm as intense as you wanted? What fantasies did you have during it?

The orgasm was a slow but intense build. I fingered my clit slowly until the pressure built then even as I reached that edge, I still kept my movements slow. It was so hard but so rewarding as the pleasure peaked and dragged out. Of course I love to edge and tease, but this orgasm was for you.

In this case no fantasies. I only focused on the sensations and the pleasure. I did picture you with your legs spread, however. Your beautiful pussy open and exposed. So o mimicked what I thought you’d do.

 

[MrMikelobe1952]

My hand is between my legs again. It’s something I’ve done since I was a kid — a habit that’s stuck with me through the years. It’s how I calm myself down, how I deal with emotions I don’t always know how to name. More than that, it’s a way I connect with myself. A kind of survival, maybe even pleasure.

I’m 30 years old. Still a virgin. That might sound strange to you, but where I come from, it’s common. Here, people don’t really talk about sex, not openly. Most women have their first time on their wedding night. I just haven’t had mine yet. I’m not married.

And yet, I’m hypersexual. Full of longing and frustration. Full of shame too, sometimes. I carry a lot of contradictions. But still — at the end of the day, my hand finds its place between my legs.

That’s how I live. Outside, I’m the girl with the jokes, the stories, the bright eyes. People like me. They think I have it all together. But at night, I slip under the covers, put on my headphones, turn on my vibrator, and play my favorite porn. That’s when I finally feel honest — like myself.

I love everything about it. The skin, the sounds, the slickness, the rawness. I love watching people lose themselves in each other. And I love remembering — like that one time with my ex, when he pressed the head of his cock against my clit, moving slowly, again and again, until I cum. I think about that a lot. That memory is one of the few places I’ve really felt seen.

I live a few different lives. The one I show the world, and the one I keep just for me. But this secret one — this private, electric version of me — it’s my favorite. Because sometimes, it really does feel like I’m getting to know the world by touching it with my clit.

But I want this part of me to be seen too. I want people to know, because I know how many girls grow up not knowing how to enjoy themselves. Some don’t even realize they’re allowed to. I want them to know they’re not alone. That it’s okay to have fantasies. That it’s okay to discover sex later in life.

No, I’m not planning to get married as a virgin — that’s not the goal. It just hasn’t happened yet. When it does, I’d like to write about it. I want to tell that story too. Because I want to talk about these things — really talk. I want to write the kind of thing I always searched for and rarely found: something nakedly honest, real, unfiltered. Something that makes you think, reflect, maybe even get turned on. Something that pushes you to go have sex or touch yourself the way you like it best.

And if this text distracts you from your routine, if it makes you pause and reach for yourself — then I’ll be happy. Because that, to me, is one of the purest pleasures the world has to offer: the pleasure of one’s own body.

That’s what I’ll be doing here — being open, being real. Sharing what I’ve felt, what I’ve lived. Telling stories in the language of sex, of eroticism, of emotion, of touch. Seeing the world that way — through sensation — and offering it back, raw.

I’m thirty. I like touching the world with my clit. I like giving myself pleasure. I like shamelessness, semen, and moans. And more than anything, I want to be honest with myself from now on — because I love myself.

I’ve decided to start a thread about this and put my bio here — a kind of personal blog where I’ll be sharing my thoughts and experiences along the way. Feel free to join in and share your own perspectives. I hope this series inspires you to cherish yourself and enjoy the irreplaceable pleasure of orgasm.
And I hope you’ll tell me about your experiences too — because just hearing about it might make me wet all over again.

And I love myself in the most literal way, too — right now, in this very moment.


Yours, Selenaaah

What a delightful and beautiful and arousing thread. Yes, you have inspired me to touch myself.
You have come to a place where masturbation is honored and appreciated for the positive and self-affirming act that it is.
For myself, I’m of an age where I need to ration my ejaculations, because it takes time to build up a new store of semen. So I’m just picturing you and playing with my cock, but just a little.