Not your mother’s pearls.

I started masturbating very early. I was really young. I know that it started after we’d moved to Muir (MI) and that was when I was 7 years old. I’d bet that I was around 9 or 10 when I started. I would use toys – literally. Teddy bears, dolls, pillows. You get the idea. Even though my dad’s brother had moved in with us, and he was also touching me – I remember feeling that when I did it myself, it was something that he didn’t have anything to do with. This was my time, and I never felt like i was doing anything wrong by doing it myself. Whenever I had to be near him, and i knew that the chances of him doing anything to me – the hairs on my skin would stand up because I would be so freaked out. I think I remember knowing what sex was at a very early age – but knowing that I wanted nothing to do with it. Something was just awkward about the thing going into the thing and I knew that I never wanted to do it. I remember making out with a boy named Matt Y when i was 7 or 8. I want to say he was my first kiss, but It seems that I remember kissing someone else when we still lived in the old farmhouse in Lyons. I don’t know who, though i do feel it was who would become my first bf and first lover when I was 12. I did do a lot of things at a very young age. I do not consider myself hypocritical with my daughters though, who i’ve done my very best into getting them to not make the same mistakes as I did. At 13 and 17, they are both virgins. I pride myself in that. I always want them to do better than me. The longest span of time I’ve gone with no sex since April of 1990 when I lost my virginity* was between September 1990 and January 1991. I know that I was very young, and my sister always gets on me about WHY i was having sex that young, but like the rest of you can probably attest to, once you start having sex – no matter the age – it’s really junky when you don’t have it for a while. So after I spent about 5 weeks trying to have sex with a guy who wouldn’t have sex with me – I was 12 and he was 17 (and I am so VERY glad he wouldn’t touch me) – I had sex with brothers Joe & Danny B. Danny was in the Ionia library (Second floor) and Joe was on his kitchen floor. Yes, that makes me slutty. Once for both of them and neither were very good at it. But i got off mainly because it was so long since the last time. After the kitchen floor with Joe, i felt really badly about myself. I realized that i was not being the type of person I wanted to be so i decided to give up on sex until I was with someone I cared about. Once Vicky L heard from my sister that her brother had raped me when I was 11 (*I consider losing my virginity to my first bf when I was 12, although i was raped when i was 11 by Ed Lumbert. I won’t count that as my first time because frankly – i don’t fucking have to!) Vicky hated me for that. She was only 12 though, so i dont’ blame her. She didn’t know any better. But when she called me a bitch and i chased her down the cafeteria steps and tripped and broke my ankle. That same day, my neice and nephew who went to alternative education brought home a friend of theres, he liked me first off and it took almost a month before I finally agreed to go out with him and another 2 weeks for him to talk me into having sex with him. I didnt’ want to be that girl. So i did.. reluctantly. He was very fast and not very good. But it was enough to get me pregnant. My hormones got the best of me about 6 weeks after i found out i was pregnant and I had sex with him again, but it was as bad as the first time so i ididn’t do it again. I then met Steve M, but as many times as we broke up, it certainly didn’t mean that we wouldn’t have sex while we weren’t together or if he was with someone else. And I slept with a few people in between our break ups and getting back together too. Then I was with Hubby after that. But With all the sex that I have had, I still like to masturbate. Love actually. I love phone sex too. Masturbating for someone is good, though in person is good too. If you cannot have an “in person” mutual masturbation session, then go for the phone. It is better than nothing. I love hearing my partner moaning and breathing through his arousal.. hearing him telling me his thoughts as he does this and whether or not I am part of this fantasy. I’d not had a mission from Him in a while. His gf just be taking all of his time and/or energy. I did spend yesterday (thursday)with my bullet for the first time in forever. The rest of my toys are packed still in my new closet. and until i can get my bedroom in order, I won’t have my stuff. Hubby laughed earlier saying it’ll be like Christmas morning when i can open that box again. And it will be. I cannot wait. My clit is noticeably more prominant to me now, having looked yesterday (and felt). I like that. My bullet isn’t as powerful as I’d like it to be, but that’s okay. it just takes longer to work and it feels really good until then. And if i keep working at it, i will cum twice with it. Still nothing like a cock buried deep inside. Sometimes, it’s what a girl really needs.

Unpacking yesterday found me my pearls. I was txting with Him at this point and I made the comment that I found them. He questioned my excitement so i took a pic and showed him. His reaction was priceless (something along the lines about the picture needing to be in a dirty lingery catalog) and I took another… He told me that I should hold the pearls against my clit and pull them across… he did not call it a mission, but certainly had that tone. So i did… it was very nice, though not enough to make me cum. Maybe with some baby oil or other lubricant, it’ll be nicer. But overall, pearls are good. I will try again eventually.

So there you are. A blog. I missed you all. Enjoy the pic – sorry my HNT is late. *kisses* ~E