So, I don't really remember the full context of what we were talking about, or where we were, but there is a tidbit of conversation that I can remember with my best friend.
We were talking about something related to sex and probably about how her boyfriend (which will be named Otter) won't give her oral, but she's given him oral before.
I decided that Otter was silly and had fears based on unfounded online "experiences" and information. My remark? Something along the lines of "That's ridiculous. We taste better than they do, and he won't do it?"
My dear friend Bella, a little confused, asked how I knew how we tasted. She made a reference to an act of cunnilingus, truly wondering.
Smirking, I responded, "That too, among others."
Of course, not talking about other guys, but of masturbation, I was surprised to find out that she wouldn't consider that one first, and probably hadn't actually masturbated herself. Okay, I'm not going to lie, I first started while reading my first trashy romance novel in eighth grade. From there, I've played with different ways to entertain myself. I have felt ashamed before of sharing that information before, but recently, I've come to terms with it and decided that there is nothing wrong with enjoying myself in that way.
Silver: have you ever played with yourself?
me: yes
Silver: but no orgasm?
interesting
me: I'm an interesting person
I am, however, still waiting for an earth-shattering orgasm.
Grr, don't you hate it when you start to develop fantasies and either the counterpart/partner is a complete mystery, or is someone you need to stop thinking about?
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