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I am a 24-year-old woman. My first masturbation experience occurred when I was 11 or 12. It was mutual masturbation with a male friend of mine. He was the same age, and when I think of it now I realize it could be construed as something entirely different — but at the time it was purely innocent exploration. We were having a sleepover, and we kids were put in the living room in sleeping bags for the night. I was lying awake after the younger children had gone to sleep, when he asked me if I would touch his penis. It startled me at first, but I honestly trusted this boy, and I let his hand explore my clitoris inside my sleeping bag as I worked up the courage to touch him. It was an amazing new experience to touch something I had heard about but never actually felt or even seen. Nothing extraordinary happened, but I think back on this time as the beginning of the realization that pleasure could come from an area I was afraid to touch before. (You know the old adage, "Any part your swimsuit covers is off limits.")

About a week after this experience, I mustered up the nerve to touch myself alone. I felt a little guilty, although I had no idea why exactly. I rubbed myself with my entire hand, and the moment when I felt as though I was going to wet my panties, I couldn't believe the feeling that it gave me. From then on, I knew I would never stop doing this.

At about age 14 I discovered my mom's massager, used expressly for her after-tennis aches. I became almost infatuated with this new experience, and I found myself masturbating at least twice a day with the massager. It sometimes got difficult sneaking it back into her bathroom if she came home when I was still in my room finishing up. Once I recall feeling rather brave and taking it into the living room on an early Saturday morning. This is when I truly learned that masturbation was taboo in our family: My mom caught me on the sofa with her massager, and I will never forget the look of sheer horror on her face. I have no idea how long she was watching — but judging from the look on her face, definitely long enough to know what I was doing. I fumbled around for an excuse and eventually made up a story about practicing my cheer routine and getting an ache when doing the splits! After this experience, I was definitely more discreet.

Since that infatuation with the massager I have tried several other "instruments" (if you will), but I've found that nothing compares with a basic flicking of my clitoris with my middle finger and nail. My massage/vibrator phase still lingers, but I find that it makes me a little desensitized after prolonged use.

As an adult I have come to find masturbation to be several things in my life. It isn't just a way to gratify the longings you sometimes cannot contain, but it's also a pleasurable way to add a new element to an intimate relationship. For the past 2 years I have been dating a beautiful man who satisfies me intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually. The great bonus to this relationship is the comfort we both enjoy in masturbation. My hope is that one day I will be able to pass this precious gift on to my children, whether a daughter or a son. I feel as though sometimes the concentration is too heavy on making it okay for men to masturbate, because it seems a natural need. I hope someday it will be just as common for wonderful sites such as JackinWorld to emphasize the beauty of female masturbation, too. For now, my boyfriend and I will continue deriving pleasure from JackinWorld.