What’s the first thing to do after losing your virginity? That’s right: brag to your best friend. I went over to her place and told her everything in detail—from the foreplay my boyfriend tenderly lavished on me to our attempts to inject some passion into the actual deflowering. The story got us both so worked up that we started hugging, and the whole thing turned into a six-hour marathon in bed that lasted until dawn. It’s been nearly five years since then, and my memories of losing my virginity aren't linked to the boyfriend, but to my friend. I still think back to that night and wonder if I’ll ever have sex with that level of sincerity and mutual connection again.

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To each their own… I had a dream last night that a dog was fucking me. It was awful… but in the dream, it felt good—almost to the point of orgasm. I’ve only watched bestiality porn once or twice in my life; I stumbled upon it by accident on the internet ages ago. In real life, I’ve never had—and hopefully never will have—desires like that :D

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I’m a girl, and I love porn. During sex, I always imagine how I look from the outside—with a cock in my mouth, in the doggy-style position, or with semen on my chest. That «director’s eye» perspective really turns me on. Plus, you can always adjust your pose to make it look more aesthetic.

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There have been plenty of times when I was masturbating and got that coveted «What are you up to?» message in my private chats. Naturally, my reply contains anything *but* the truth. But it makes me damn curious: how many times have I been an unwitting accomplice to someone else’s pleasurable activity without even realizing it?

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Do you know what sexual hopelessness feels like? It’s when you’re used to masturbating by stimulating your clitoris while squeezing your legs together. I don't experience vaginal orgasms; I tried using my fingers during sex but realized I couldn't replicate what I do when I'm alone—and consequently, I couldn't climax. The medical term for this situation is «sexual solitude.» It’s incredibly frustrating, and it’s impossible to unlearn the habit now. Ladies, don't do this—you end up developing a conditioned reflex.

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Before giving my first blowjob, I thought it was disgusting, gross—just totally yuck. But now, I can’t even imagine a morning or evening without giving one. The feeling of him trusting you with such an important part of himself makes you fall even more in love. And that moment when he holds my hand or places his hands on my head… mmm, it just blows my mind. There’s no feeling more arousing than that!

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My ex was a sick bastard… He’d ask me not to wash up before oral sex, and he wouldn't wash his own cock either—it turned him on. He wanted me to pee on him and into his mouth. After he came inside me, he liked to gather it all up with his mouth and transfer it to me so I’d swallow it. He even asked me to take a shit during sex once (though I never actually worked up the nerve for that). He came up with all sorts of other stuff, too… Anyway, I loved him madly, so I did it all… Then he left me—even though we had a child together—and now he’s on his own. I wonder if he’ll ever find someone else willing to do the same things just out of love for him.

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I used to love doggy style in all its variations, but then I started seeing an older man. He doesn't like that position; he thinks it’s «con-style» (like something you’d do in prison). At first, I thought, «Well, shit, that’s a bummer.» But it turned out to be a good thing—I climax like crazy in the missionary position because he moves just right; it feels amazing inside *and* puts pressure on my clitoris. Every time, I’m on the verge of tears because the sensation is so good. Plus, he doesn't just spin me around the bed on his dick—pardon the expression.

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I have a wild craving for sex with a woodcarver. I just imagine: if he can create such masterpieces out of wood, what could he do to me with those hands?

As a teenager, I used to masturbate using the long nose of a recently gifted Pinocchio plush toy. Naturally, the toy eventually got misplaced, and my mother decided to give it away to a young boy she knew. I felt a mix of emotions when I saw the little guy joyfully tugging at the nose of his new gift.

I work as a manicurist, and I can easily tell by a woman's hands whether she frequently satisfies herself with her fingers—the skin on the hands changes in a specific way. Of course, I can't exactly ask them directly to confirm my observations.

In my youth, I used to masturbate with cucumbers. Later, I went through a whole bunch of different vibrators and dildos—ranging from the cheapest ones to those with astronomical price tags. And let me tell you, after all these years, it feels absolutely amazing to go back to my roots! (Female, 31 years old-still masturbating with cucumbers!)

I’m trying to turn myself into a sort of Pavlovian dog. I masturbate while listening to a few specific songs I’ve chosen, waiting for the reflex to kick in—the urge to get aroused whenever I hear those particular tracks.

One day, while doing abs at the gym, I made a discovery. When using the leg-raise machine—specifically when you pull your legs up while keeping your knees bent—it’s actually possible to achieve an orgasm. It’s quite an experience: feeling that intense pleasure while surrounded by a crowd of people, none of whom have the slightest clue what’s going on. The main thing is to be careful with it; you really need to be able to control your body movements right at the peak of pleasure!

I had some porn playing on my iPad and was lying on the couch, masturbating. I heard a noise outside the window but didn't really think anything of it. I climaxed, then glanced over at the window—and there, hovering right outside, was a quadcopter drone with a camera! I rushed over to the window, but it had already flown off somewhere behind the buildings. Now, every single day, I frantically scour all the popular porn sites—terrified that someone might upload that video!

I’ve been masturbating since childhood by squeezing my legs together in a specific way. For a long time, I didn't see any problem with this, but when I entered into a serious relationship and things progressed to sex… I realized that I couldn't feel anything at all. Neither clitoral stimulation—whether with fingers or a tongue—nor penetration… *nothing* gave me any pleasure; it only caused discomfort. I tried to retrain myself, but to no avail. It feels like I’m destined to be a total «dead fish» in bed for the rest of my life.

We went to Moscow the other day and stayed right in the city center—a five-star hotel with all the trimmings. My absolute favorite memory from the trip? A high-tech Japanese-style toilet with a built-in bidet function. I actually climaxed twice before I figured out how to turn the water off.

Whenever I masturbate while lying in the bathtub, I always get this irrational feeling that if I open my eyes, I’ll see someone standing right over me. I have no idea where this bizarre fear came from. I live alone, so there’s theoretically nothing to worry about—but for some reason, that just seems to make the fear even more intense.

My sister asked me to order a dildo for her. She messages me every single day asking if it’s arrived yet… But I’ve actually had it for a week already. It’s been unboxed. It’s been used—repeatedly. And it shows no signs of making its way to its rightful owner anytime soon. I feel guilty about it, but I just don't want to give it back to her. I have a feeling she’s going to start getting suspicious pretty soon. It would be pretty funny if a rubber dick turned out to be the thing that drove a wedge between us.

I actually choked on my own saliva while I was masturbating the other day. I choked so hard, in fact, that while I was coughing my lungs out, I was convinced I was going to crack a rib. I was absolutely terrified. If I can't even handle masturbation, what hope is there for actual sex?

Back when I was still living with my parents, I used to load up the washing machine, turn it on, lock myself in the bathroom, and masturbate to the sound of the cycle running. Doing the laundry was basically just my excuse to get some privacy. I’ve been living alone for ages now, but to this day, whenever I turn on the washing machine-I get turned on.

When I asked my friend what she was going to get me for my birthday, she laughed and said she’d give me a vibrator or a dildo; in the end, though, she gave me a gold chain with a cute little pendant. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this disappointed...

Some people go out and buy pricey vibrators and other sex toys, but all I need is two minutes with my oooold electric toothbrush. It’s long since become useless for cleaning teeth, but it delivers amazing orgasms.