[ SECRET POST #3678 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3678 ⌋

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Re: More fun topic: Classic wanks

[(Anonymous)]

Uh, this is actually kind of creepy, but my mom's friend's kid, who was like three years older than me, taught me how to masturbate when I was maybe 6 years old. But even though we both wanted to be Batman's girlfriend (Adam West Batman, holy shit that's embarassing) because I was younger I was only 'allowed' to be Robin's girlfriend. It took me well into my teens to realize my friend had probably been sexually abused when she was eight or nine. :-(
I probably didn't actually orgasm until I was eleven or so, when I actually hit puberty... Wow, this sounds so much skeevier than I thought.

Apparently when I was six I freaked my mom the hell out when I asked about sex and babies and she was about to start in with storks or something, but instead I went "is it true that boys put their" and then devolved into a lot of hand gestures because I didn't know all the words.

On the upside, my parents had an old textbook that might've actually been the Master's and Johnson sexuality study and after that it was left low enough on the shelf that I could flip through it. It was mostly just weird--there was way more about refractory periods than any preteen ever needed to know, although the grainy reproductions of paintings from some edition of the Kama Sutra were worth a giggle.