Had a conversation with an SP who admitted she was ashamed at how young she was when sexual thought's and tension began. I said we all have our own time and experiences, before "doing it" for the first time. Nobody should be ashamed if barbie had two purposes, or your favorite Teddy bear had a hole in the big puffy stomach. It's all natural to explore your sexuality when ever it begins to arise. Cheers Ron . . . And to start out 12 yo with said stuffed bear and Mom's fur coat she kept in my closet . . . Go Peeps . . .
At what age did you become sexualy obsessed. Was it before your first time.
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In my Crib age 2, remember rubbin one off as a todler, must have had an interesting previous life, ha ha!
op2::eyebrows:Nine, but I think it actually had the opposite effect and made me join the party later than most people. None of my friends at that age were crushing on Blondie or Lynda Carter the way I was, so I kept it to myself which became a habit by the time I reached teen years. Even in my mid-teens girls in my classes seemed too young. Took a girl 5 years older than me (me: 19, her: 24) to give me a proper introduction.
Around six i guess?There was a movie called Vanishing Point,and there was a scene with a pretty blonde riding a little mini motor bike around in the desert. Had my horn on but I didn't know what to do with it.
When I was eight years old, my family relocated briefly to an area that was only serviced by one elementary school--a Roman Catholic elementary school run by nuns.
I was a shy, chubby loner with a fertile imagination. Intimidated by the other kids, I'd spend recess and the lunch hour by myself, inventing solitary games to keep myself occupied.
I'd recently started reading the Black Stallion series, and I was obsessed with horses, so...I invented a game I called "horsey." Basically, I would straddle a bike rack, and gently bounce up and down with the horizontal shaft of the bike rack gently rubbing against my pubic area. I was pretending to ride a horse, you see. But additionally, I discovered that this game made me feel really, really good.
Sadly, my fun came to end one day when I was apprehended by a concerned teacher/nun. She was a kind woman, and she had a very strange expression on her face, as she told me sweetly, but firmly that I was not allowed to play this game ever again, as I may accidentally "hurt" myself.
Honestly, at the time I had no idea what she was so concerned about. It only dawned on me years later, as a young adult. I think it's a good example of how we learn to crave, seek out and enjoy physical pleasure even before we're old enough to experience sexual desire. Pleasure is innocent and as natural as growing up.
And in case you were wondering, yes, I do still derive great pleasure from straddling hard objects (regardless of whether or not bicycles are involved).
I was a shy, chubby loner with a fertile imagination. Intimidated by the other kids, I'd spend recess and the lunch hour by myself, inventing solitary games to keep myself occupied.
I'd recently started reading the Black Stallion series, and I was obsessed with horses, so...I invented a game I called "horsey." Basically, I would straddle a bike rack, and gently bounce up and down with the horizontal shaft of the bike rack gently rubbing against my pubic area. I was pretending to ride a horse, you see. But additionally, I discovered that this game made me feel really, really good.
Sadly, my fun came to end one day when I was apprehended by a concerned teacher/nun. She was a kind woman, and she had a very strange expression on her face, as she told me sweetly, but firmly that I was not allowed to play this game ever again, as I may accidentally "hurt" myself.
Honestly, at the time I had no idea what she was so concerned about. It only dawned on me years later, as a young adult. I think it's a good example of how we learn to crave, seek out and enjoy physical pleasure even before we're old enough to experience sexual desire. Pleasure is innocent and as natural as growing up.
And in case you were wondering, yes, I do still derive great pleasure from straddling hard objects (regardless of whether or not bicycles are involved).
