CLIT STIMULUSAURUS!

Before I found my clit all I wanted to be was a boy. Then I’d have something to play with. Could I change my sex so I could have a penis? After I spied my older brother playing with his, that’s when the thought come into my 5 year old mind.

We were five children living with mom in a small two a bedroom apartment. Four girls, one boy, mom and one bathroom. Jacob, my older brother would often go up to the roof to pee since he could never get into the bathroom. I followed him one evening to see what he was doing. He seemed to take longer than usual to empty his bladder. I knew when he had to pee he would take out his pecker and I was curious to see what it looked like. That’s when I noticed him playing with it. I watched his little penis get larger.

At that point I started eating bananas, cucumbers, anything that my childish brain thought would help me grow one identical to his. Suddenly, one day, as my mother was washing me in the tub, she washed my vagina with the washcloth and rubbed my clitoris. I got a wonderful feeling down there and wanted her to continue. But of course, to my disappointment, she didn’t. We had to make the bath time quick since there were others waiting to get in.

In that moment, I no longer wanted to be like Jacob. I was happy to be a girl. All I could think about was touching my clit. I couldn’t keep my hands away from it. My clitoris stood out like a decorated soldier at attention, ready for assignment. However, I did it in private knowing my mother or siblings would have a thing or two to say if they noticed my activity.

In a heartbeat, at bedtime I began to play with my clit under the sheet. My finger could glide easily as I teased it until I would shiver with delight. Jacob slept below me in our bunk beds and always yelled, “stop rocking the bed.”

“I’m rocking myself to sleep.” I shouted back.

He never knew what I was really doing above him, never questioning me since he knew I loved to rock myself to sleep.

I continued to masturbate in this manner until I was 9 years old. Before maturity, when I thought it was a climax that I reached, it was without the intense experience of coming…so intense to the degree that I could not continue. I got hot and sweaty as I watched my nub get bigger exactly like my brother’s penis.

In the summer, a bus ride to the train would take me to Brighton Beach, New York, located on the southern border of Brooklyn. The months were very hot and the sand was often too hot to walk on without shoes. The scorching hot sun kept us under the boardwalk were it was cool and private. It was simply a short walk to the water should we want to swim. All the young teenagers were there because it afforded privacy from suspicious minds and allowed us to meet with boys to explore out sexuality. It was during this period of time that I had my first powerful orgasm.

I was 13 years old and Paul was 3 years older when we hooked up on a blanket under the cool boardwalk. I wore a hand made coral crocheted bikini. He wore a tight swimsuit that showed the bulge of his penis. He looked and behaved older than his 16 years but I knew he was that age since he was a senior in the local high school.

I could not keep my eyes from glancing at the protrusion and he knew it! His hands reached for my body and pulled me closer to him, our groins meeting. I could feel his cock against my body causing my sex to fire up with moisture. He reached into my bathing suit bottom and fingered my clit in a twirling motion. The wetness came pouring out of me making it easy for him to insert two fingers into my vagina. He fucked me with his fingers as he kept his thumb on my clit circling. Within minutes I almost screamed out loud during my explosive orgasm…the first one I ever experienced. Afterwards, I thought I was in love but I was saddened when I never saw him again.

To love and be loved meant everything to me. It wasn’t until adulthood that I realized what I thought was love was the wonderful sensation I was feeling. The same with most men afterwards. What they loved was getting into my panties…mistaking sex for love was a lesson that separates being a young girl from being a woman. Although, truth be told, sometimes its hard to remember that lesson. I never knew my clit could create something so powerful. I was in rapture. I was hooked!

In my world if you touch, caress, lick, fondle or tickle my clit to make me groan and scream out with pleasure, you’re my bigger than life monster of pleasure, my beast of cum, you’re my, CLIT-A-STIMULUSAURUS!

The yearning I had for the ecstasy of that feeling stayed with me from that moment on.

And so, for these many years, my quest, my desire, my being was focused on finding my very own STIMULUSAURUS…I’m still looking.