I’ve discovered that my addiction is worse, or should that be better, when I do it in public and even more so when I’m being seen doing it by men. I was asleep in seconds. “Hey Owen,” I heard one of the guys say, “come and look at this, that girl is having some DIY time.”
“What?” I faintly heard,
“Jilling, playing with her pussy, rubbing one out, you know, female wanking. I decided to not only ‘live with it’ but to embrace it and ‘make hay while the sun shines’ – as the saying goes. Finding my clit I let my middle finger gently push it from side to side over and over. My slit was just covered. Once in and tested I went searching for a seat opposite some young men so that I could sit with my knees apart and my back-pack on my lap. Once I’d finished my education and got myself a relatively well paid job, I moved out of the family home and I found myself masturbating 8, 10, 12, sometimes more times a day. The changing rooms and showers at the leisure centre are mixed and when I went for a shower I let the bikini slide down under the jets of water. I was so nervous (honestly) that I dropped some of the coins.
