Straight Female / 30
Learning The Ropes Of Masturbation, And Sex In The Hands Of A Master
First I have always liked to bake. In college a friend told me she knew this woman that did baking in her home and she heard she needed help. I called her, she had an accent but spoke English and confirmed she could use some help. I rode my bike over and she was very nice. Swiss married to an American who was working on a doctorate degree. Baking let her make a little money, and help would help her sell more.
As I said I was a baker, and I loved working with her. She taught, wanted me to learn. But not all was what I expected. She told me that I should enjoy my body, sexually. It wasn't fair, men certainly enjoyed themselves, as women we had to work harder at it. She showed me her 'friend', a dildo. She let me hold it, she told me it was used in her school to teach girls how to put a condom on a boy. But it was so much more.
She had a never ending story of masturbation, clothes pins on your nipples, and clitoris. Delicious warm slippery oils, smelly sticks of incense, masturbation was an art I needed to master. A lifelong skill, to make yourself happy.
As we became friends she told me stories of sex, what her husband did to her. Did I want her husband to show me? I was embarrassed, shocked, intrigued 'you really do that?' I got a massage, of my breasts and of my vulva, on my stomach of my 'buttocks' and a finger massage of my anus. What next, when were we going to bake?
Weeks later she insisted I let her husband 'teach me'. He was so serious, every word from the book of biology, penis, vulva, vagina, anus. I was used to pussy, asshole. He was a man on a mission, fucking was a science, and he showed me. It was eye opening, whatever experience I had wasn't 'fucking'. Now I was learning, how to enjoy my body.
That semester, my first semester as a Junior, I learned a lot about baking, and how to manipulate my body. I feared that one day I would have a boyfriend who wouldn't live up to my expectations. She had a real true business. Birthdays, weddings, holidays. And in the personal world she was sex maniac.
As I said I was a baker, and I loved working with her. She taught, wanted me to learn. But not all was what I expected. She told me that I should enjoy my body, sexually. It wasn't fair, men certainly enjoyed themselves, as women we had to work harder at it. She showed me her 'friend', a dildo. She let me hold it, she told me it was used in her school to teach girls how to put a condom on a boy. But it was so much more.
She had a never ending story of masturbation, clothes pins on your nipples, and clitoris. Delicious warm slippery oils, smelly sticks of incense, masturbation was an art I needed to master. A lifelong skill, to make yourself happy.
As we became friends she told me stories of sex, what her husband did to her. Did I want her husband to show me? I was embarrassed, shocked, intrigued 'you really do that?' I got a massage, of my breasts and of my vulva, on my stomach of my 'buttocks' and a finger massage of my anus. What next, when were we going to bake?
Weeks later she insisted I let her husband 'teach me'. He was so serious, every word from the book of biology, penis, vulva, vagina, anus. I was used to pussy, asshole. He was a man on a mission, fucking was a science, and he showed me. It was eye opening, whatever experience I had wasn't 'fucking'. Now I was learning, how to enjoy my body.
That semester, my first semester as a Junior, I learned a lot about baking, and how to manipulate my body. I feared that one day I would have a boyfriend who wouldn't live up to my expectations. She had a real true business. Birthdays, weddings, holidays. And in the personal world she was sex maniac.
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