I've read through all the past Biographies and noticed there was only one submission from a woman. I thought I'd take it upon myself to write a second.
I was first introduced to sex when I moved to a new town at the age of 5. I met a little girl from around the corner, and we instantly became friends. One day we were sitting in her front yard trying to think of something to do, when she asked me if I wanted to "hump." Not knowing what she was talking about, I said "Okay, what is it?" She took me behind the bushes in the front yard and asked me if I wanted to be the boy or girl. Confused by the question, I said "the girl." She told me to lie down. I did. She got on top of me and started thrusting her hips against my thigh. I still didn't get it. (Though eventually I did.)
I started masturbating at around age 8 or 9. At that point I wasn't aware what a clitoris was, let alone that I had one. I had sexual feelings, but I never really knew how to ease them. See, I was friends with a girl who was about 5 years older than me. She was more of a sister than anything else. I've known her my entire life. She had started to tell me stories -- very explicit stories. I think she was just expressing her fantasies to me through them. Anyway, in these stories the characters always ended up having sex. I knew what it was -- the mechanics of it, anyway. I'm not sure what actually gave me the idea to try and mimic the act on my own. I just remember late nights rummaging through the house looking for phallus-shaped objects. I was under the impression that penetration was the only way to derive pleasure from my vagina. I used everything from candles to the handles of screwdrivers. It felt nice -- just subtle tingling, nothing really intense.
At about age 10 I had a friend who would rub her genitals against the hard plastic nose of a giant stuffed Yogi Bear I had. I tried that, too, but never got much out of it. Perhaps I was using the wrong angle. I did, however, incorporate it in to my masturbation method: I would insert whatever instrument I was using and then straddle the bear and kind of ride it, I guess. Things felt a little better in this position.
I never got that wet; instead I used spit or water as a lubricant. I usually got sore from running dry. I guess it was around age 11 that I discovered my clitoris. I still didn't know how to use it, or even really what it was, but I found that if I rubbed it hard I would produce my own lubricant. The down side was that it was painful to do this, so I used the technique only when I was desperate. By around age 14 I figured out from conversation that the clitoris was supposed to be the source of great pleasure, but I couldn't get things to happen the way I thought they should. So I continued with what I knew.
How embarrassing would that be --
caught with a Dirt Devil in my crotch!
I continued in this manner until around 16 or 17 (I'm 19 now). It was then that I discovered my brother's porn videos. In these I saw a man kind of sucking on a woman's clitoris. I just kept thinking, "What could she possibly be getting from that?" There was only one way to find out. The only thing I could think of that would suck was the vacuum cleaner. So I went out to the hall closet and got the little Dirt Devil. I selected the edge cleaning attachment -- you know, the one that's slightly angled and has a small slit for air to run through? It felt absolutely wonderful, like nothing I'd ever felt. Soon my body begin to tense, my back arched, my hips thrust forward, and I felt the most intense feeling of release as my muscles contracted and a marvelous tingling sensation raced up through my entire body. In the aftermath of my first orgasm I realized it wasn't the sucking that made it happen, but rather the vibration caused by air trying to push its way through the small opening left in the vacuum attachment. [Note to everyone reading this: Stay away from vacuum-cleaner hoses and attachments -- they can be dangerous. -Ed.]
I continued in this way whenever I could. Vacuums are noisy, and I couldn't risk being caught. How embarrassing would that be -- caught with a Dirt Devil in my crotch! So I eventually invested in a muscle vibrator. It took slightly longer to reach orgasm with this, but it did the job. I later found that if I also held something in my vagina, just to get the sense of being full, I reached orgasm much faster and it was more intense. The vibrator broke (it was cheap), so I started to experiment with just my fingers. It took much longer to reach climax, but the outcome was the same, if not better. After more experimenting I figured out that if I straddled a pillow in the same manner as I did with Yogi and stroked my clitoris at the same time, orgasm came much faster. Now that my body is conditioned to orgasm, I can get off using any of the aforementioned methods, with or without clitoral stimulation. I alternate position and technique depending on mood and level of arousal. I masturbate anywhere from 4-5 times a week to 3-4 times a day. It just depends.
I never felt guilty about it because I don't come from a religious family, and I was exposed to sex at a fairly early age. There were times when I've tried to cut back because I thought I was doing it too often, but that quickly faded, as I wasn't hurting myself or anyone else -- and Good Lord, it feels nice.
And that's pretty much that.