A Story From a Friend Who Is Still a Virgin and Pure

Since I understand myself as people, I've touched myself... at the beginning, without even knowing that I did it, I started young, the rubbing of my little hand on my intimate area was too nice, somehow I was born this way, at least that's what I think, I tried for years to justify everything I do, but in the end it's something simple that I always denied myself, I was born this way, degenerate. My name is Michelly, affectionately nicknamed Mi, still 20 years old, I pulled my mother, I'm brunette, with black hair very smooth, I have a well-made body since I was young and a lot of gymnastics in the gym, 1.66 tall, medium breasts and butt the same way, even though I'm of average size, she is slender... I worked hard to leave her like this, after all I love to entice men, and for that I need to keep my body in shape. Although many people consider me cute and pretty, after they meet me, they realize that it's not that that that makes me special, but my illness, that for years I've been trying to cure myself, I'm a nymphic. But that's not what I'm going to talk about today... The story I'm going to tell you today is perhaps the beginning of it all, an addiction that I've carried with me since I was a little girl, I'm addicted to touching myself, but let's start from the beginning. Little girl, this is how I was when it all started, in a strange scenario... Grandma was fighting with me for doing something bizarre on the sofa in the living room, in broad daylight, I began to rub my private parts, a slap on my hands that hurt me, Grandma explained to me how it was wrong for me to do that, it was a sacred part, but it was so cute, why would it be wrong? I thought to myself, but for my grandmother it was the end of the world, she told Mom and I took a joke at home, no small talk, only reproaches directed at me. "So cute", I thought at night, when no one else could see me, I rubbed my parts at dawn, and so I grew up, not knowing why that was, my parents could hardly explain it to me, and Grandma? No way, too mad. In school I liked to be around the boys, I felt better, I felt good, I felt welcomed? I don't know, but it was better with the girls, the boys talk about more interesting things, I didn't want to play with dolls, I wanted other things, I felt that the world had a lot more for me, and I entered the pre-adolescence, listening to the boys' conversations, I learned to rub myself there, it was called touching or whatever masturbation. Over the years I learned a lot about this, in conversations with friends and older friends, because people my age did not do as I did. About my 14th birthday, my dad gave me a laptop, and that's when it all started to get worse, because he touched me almost every night, and I started doing research on touching and masturbation on the Internet, and it didn't take long for me to come into contact with pornography, and I'll never forget that day, it was in the morning before I went to school, I decided to look for these things, although I was scared at first, then it started to interest me, it was lunch time and I went to class, I stayed with it in my head all day, when I got home, I couldn't wait to go 'sleep', the first time I turned on the laptop and went to see porn, it didn't take long for me to get wet, and I started masturbating... it was the first time I touched myself or how I had masturbated watching porn. I think it all got too much of a hold on me, it started affecting me in school and in life, I was masturbating all the time, whenever I felt like it, I had to run somewhere, it was out of control. I was not yet 15 years old, at school I already looked at boys differently, even teachers, and friends. When I invited my friends to sleep here at home, I always rolled a few kisses on the bed and a squeak, squeaked lightly over the clothes ... at school I was with several boys, I was becoming a freak, etc ... One time, around that time, I was having an uncontrollable hard-on in the classroom, and it was the first time I'd ever done anything surreal for myself until then... I asked to go to the bathroom and I practically ran out of the room, and when I got there, I locked myself in one of the bathrooms, and I sat in the vase with the lid closed, and I put my hand inside my pants to check, as I expected, it was soaked, even too much, and then again I put my hand inside my pants and I started touching myself After a long sigh, the feeling of satisfaction, touching me slowly I would close my eyes and enjoy... I'd take my hands out from between my legs and I'd look at my fingers all crumpled up, and I'd see my little melon all sticky on my fingers... and that's when it gave me a different urge, I wanted to taste it... and then I'd take them to my little mouth, and I'd lick them whole... - Aaaaa, so my taste is like that - I thought to myself!!! Even at that time I was already such a moron, the Internet taught me a lot of things that no one was able to do and talk to me about, but the bad part of it is, it taught me certain things in the most depraved ways possible. I got up quickly and lifted the lid off the vase, pulled my underwear down to my heels and sat down, opened my legs as wide as I could and started masturbating, I already knew myself very well, I knew how I liked it, the difference was that I was not at home, in my room, alone, I was in the school bathroom, it was exciting, different, and I was so tense that I could not even understand why, until two girls came in, at first I froze, I stopped for a while and just listened to them, and when I saw that they were acting normally, slowly, I touched me again, and our, the feeling of danger, gave me a feeling that I had never had before, even if I was talking to them in the bathroom, I did not pretend to put my chair in my mouth, and I continued, after a little while, I continued to unload them, and they were shaking me, and I was in the bathroom at school, it was exciting, different, and I was so tense that I couldn't understand why, until two girls came in, at first I froze, I stopped for a while and just listened to them, and when I saw that they were acting normally, I felt like a little bit of danger, I was in the bathroom, and then I went back to the bathroom, and I had a little bit of my room, and I was sitting in my room, and I remembered, and I was like, and I was like, and I was like, and I had a little bit of course, and I was, and I was, and I was, and I had a little, and I was, and I was, and I had a very, and I was, and I was, and I had a very, and I was, and I had a very, and I had a very, and I had, and I had a very, and I had, and I had a very, and I had, and I had a very, and I had, and I had, and I had, and I had, and, and I had, and I had, and I had, and I had, and I had, and, and I had, and, and I had, and I had, and I had, and I had, and, and I had, and, and I had, and I had, and I had, and I had, and I had, From that day on, I got even more addicted to masturbation, the squirting started happening more often, and only after I went to find out what it was, at the age of 16, I was already a complete whore, I had sucked on several, and my masturbation changed a lot when I had an amazing night with Gerpes (reported in my other story), I had let him stick a finger in my butt, and as amazing as it sounds before that day I had never had any interest in doing that, but I thought it was wonderful, so much so that I bought a little anal plug afterwards, I already had a vibrator, and my early mornings started to be amazing, I loved using the vibrator and getting the little anal plug on my butt, seriously, I love doing that, it was a crazy fun. And it was around this time that I made a big mistake in my life, I started to expose myself on social networks, I had never used any photos of my face, I took pictures of my chest down and I was very careful not to expose neither the location nor any part of my house so that no one recognized, and there I started exchanging ideas with men on the Internet for ?????, I only sought to have silly conversations, I sent naked photos of myself as they asked me, I received MANY pictures of sticks, and I loved it, I had never given the kiss before, I had, and this was done as a way to satisfy my desire, but it ended up going wrong. I had this guy, an adult now, that I lived with and talked to, and he was married and everything, and I'd make a bunch of video calls with him, totally depraved, and I'd put my laptop on the floor with my webcam halfway down, and I'd put my dildo on the floor, and I'd point him at my butt, and I'd sit down, and I'd literally squat in front of the webcam, and I loved doing that, and his camera would focus on his dick, and he'd jerk off like crazy, and I'd jerk off with my dildo on my tail and jerk off like a dog to a stranger on the Internet, and I'd do that a LOT of times, with people, even a bunch of women, and this married man, he'd offer me a lot of money to have sex with him, if I really thought about it, but I would never take it in the end. Despite always being careful, they found my Profile on ?????????????, and they started to make my life hell, I ended up disappearing from social networks, I was a bit traumatized, nothing happened, but I was very afraid, very much. So I am very careful with social networks nowadays, I ended up returning, this is where I am now, and that centralizes my shenanigans on the web. To this day I masturbate, almost every day, almost every single day, I'm extremely addicted to it, I've tried to stop a few times, but it only makes it worse, because it makes me want it so much more, and the chances of me making a fool of myself are even greater. This was a very different story, it was more for people who like my stories to get to know me better, and maybe encourage new people to read my stories. A kiss, boys, until another day.