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Women Only
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Bi-Sexual Female / 27
Born With An Overactive Love Button, Pleasure Knob, Clitoris
Around 7 I itched down there. I rubbed myself to stop the itch. My mother slapped my hand telling me to stop touching myself. By the time I was nine I leaned against the corner of the kitchen table to rub myself. I had this little bump coming out of my labia. My mother called it tutu, so she would tell me to stop playing with my tutu.
I started puberty at 10, menstruated at 11, my little itchy bump became a pencil eraser poking out between my lips, the itch was constant and I had my first orgasms at 11. Only an orgasm would quiet down my itch. The doctor gave my mom a cream to rub on my baby clit, it was supposed to deaden the sensation. My mother rubbing my baby clit only triggered more masturbation and more orgasms.
By 14 I had a knob, super sensitive, I sat in class rubbing my clit. My best friend's clit was put away, mine was out for anyone to see. Aroused it stuck out, hard, sensitive, orgasm producing wonder button. When my best friend sucked it, sucking like a baby sucks a nipple, I exploded. Of course, I had to suck her clit too.
Talking to a boy while waiting for the bus, rubbing my love button, he asked me what I was doing. I told him boys don't got one, so he wouldn't understand. He rubbed my clit with his penis, I forced him to penetrate me, nail me, fuck me. That felt good enough, but my love button screamed for more. Only my girlfriend sucking me would bring relief. We practiced and practiced until we had it down.
Life's g*ft to women. A woman's best friend. A lover's prime focus. Better kissing can't be found. Men can't make you happy, only another girl can. Why do we make love? Because we make love to our wonder buttons, until we explode in waves of pleasure.
Not being true lesbians we have men for intercourse and other man women things. It's my childhood friend thing, she knows how to make my wonder weapon, my pleasure knob, that hard little thing, that she kisses and makes love to, that brings relief. That's what best friends do. Men just aren't good enough for that. No offense.
I started puberty at 10, menstruated at 11, my little itchy bump became a pencil eraser poking out between my lips, the itch was constant and I had my first orgasms at 11. Only an orgasm would quiet down my itch. The doctor gave my mom a cream to rub on my baby clit, it was supposed to deaden the sensation. My mother rubbing my baby clit only triggered more masturbation and more orgasms.
By 14 I had a knob, super sensitive, I sat in class rubbing my clit. My best friend's clit was put away, mine was out for anyone to see. Aroused it stuck out, hard, sensitive, orgasm producing wonder button. When my best friend sucked it, sucking like a baby sucks a nipple, I exploded. Of course, I had to suck her clit too.
Talking to a boy while waiting for the bus, rubbing my love button, he asked me what I was doing. I told him boys don't got one, so he wouldn't understand. He rubbed my clit with his penis, I forced him to penetrate me, nail me, fuck me. That felt good enough, but my love button screamed for more. Only my girlfriend sucking me would bring relief. We practiced and practiced until we had it down.
Life's g*ft to women. A woman's best friend. A lover's prime focus. Better kissing can't be found. Men can't make you happy, only another girl can. Why do we make love? Because we make love to our wonder buttons, until we explode in waves of pleasure.
Not being true lesbians we have men for intercourse and other man women things. It's my childhood friend thing, she knows how to make my wonder weapon, my pleasure knob, that hard little thing, that she kisses and makes love to, that brings relief. That's what best friends do. Men just aren't good enough for that. No offense.
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