Places to play with yourself

Since I failed dismally with 100 places to have sex (hardly got to 50) and 100 ways to have it (likewise a mere 50) I thought I might be better at 100 places to make yourself cum. I think a lot of them will be duplicates, but hopefully not all. So here goes.

1 – At home

The bedroom fairly obviously and all over the house. I do this as much now as I did when I was a young teen bursting with hormones, when the need to cum would suddenly erupt out of nowhere, full and strong and needing an instant fix. These days it builds up more slowly but ends up just as demanding and irresistible, and still has to be sorted out. So if you were the CIA, with all those little cameras dotted around my house, you’d find me with my hand in my knickers in the lounge watching TV (2), in the bathroom (bath 3, shower 4, They’re so different they have to be counted separately), in the garden, in the sun on a lounger (5) and in the kitchen (6) – the first time I really remember doing this was in a house I shared with 2 other girls and 3 guys (friends not couples) and everyone else was all over the house place and it’s as good as anywhere to be alone. Plus the thrill that one of them might walk in and see me was very exciting. Not that they hadn’t seen it all before , but the fact that they might realise how often and how easily I was (and still am) overcome with the need for sex.

We all start in the bedroom of course, and so did I. But then I began to find things on TV arousing (even silly things, like a pop video, not necessarily just overtly sexual drama), When  was about 14 I taught my my little sister how to do it – she’s two years younger than me and started asking questions. Kids don’t ask their mum or dad, do they? They sort it out among themselves. Anyway, I didn’t touch her, or show her, just described it and sent her away to practice on her own. She soon got the hang of it.

After that we compared notes, swapped books (I gave her my boyfriend’s porno comics to read, she lent me the school copy of kama sutra), and when I brought porno movies home we’d watch the video together and discreetly put our hands in our own pants You couldn’t be 14 and watch people fucking without having to cum yourself, and I mean absolutely HAVING to, right now, this second.

When I was old enough to go to the pub we used to go to someone’s house afterwards with a few drinks and watch porno movies, and gradually went from wanting to wank to doing it, and eventually to fucking. This is probably a whole blog on its own, so I’ll do that another time if anyone’s interested.

7 – At school

You thought I’d forgotten the list, but no, here we are, back on track. When I was a teenager I just couldn’t get through a whole day at school without cumming at least once, sometimes two or three times, and at first I just used to go to the Girl’s toilets and lock myself in a cubicle. Not ideal, but it worked. Till I discovered that I could sit at my desk in class (8), get my hand in my skirt pocket and reach as far as I needed to make it work, and if I was at the back, no-one knew. I don’t think, anyway. Later I made a hole in the pocket (no-one kept anything in them anyway) and then I could reach myself more easily and do it more quickly, as well as get a finger inside. Later I found out that half the class was doing it too, boys and girls, and that made me feel better. So much so that I carried on doing it right through secretarial college (9), though it’s not easy when your skirt has no pockets, though in those days they were short enough for it not to matter. Which brings me to…

10 – railway stations

Not all of them, and definitely not in the toilets. Yuk. But I grew up in a village with a small country station, unmanned after the evening commute, and I sometimes sat there on a summer evening, skirt up and legs apart, fingering myself as the fast trains roared past, the noise and thunder adding to the excitement of wondering who had caught a quick glimpse of me spread out like that. I was full of sexual energy and looking for places to express it and release it, but it still works, and even now on the few occasions I travel by train I make sure I’m dressed for the occasion, in a short but loose skirt, and I sit on the platform and show my knickers to people on trains. They pull up, look out the window and they can see, but they can’t do anything, because any second the train will pull away and it’s all over. Very wettening, if that’s a word. So when I get on and start doing it to people on the train, my knickers are already very wet.

11 – at work

Once again we’re talking about under the desk and in the ladies’ but I really don’t think I can count them both this time. But on the other hand, I often used to go to work with the full business rig, dark suits, white blouse, stockings and heels, but no knickers, and sit in meetings wondering how many of them had even thought about my underwear, and feeling myself getting wetter and wetter all the time.

12 – bars

All you need is a table and skirt and this one is easy. Plus a few drinks always makes me hornier and more willing to take risks. So it’s also happened in restaurants (13) and at dinner parties (14) though that takes longer because you have to be more careful. It’s always better when you’ve been building up to it all evening, and the later it gets the more drunk people get, so the less they notice and the less they remember. I have screamed at a dinner table once, and managed to make it into a sneeze.

You don’t need to be sitting down though. I have done it standing up, with my hand inside a slit skirt, and in trouser pockets, and have almost fallen over trying to cum silently. Of course in the past few years I’ve had  Rog to cling on to, but before that there was only furniture to keep me upright.

15 – clubs

Loud, dark, very busy, ideal places to have secret sex with yourself. Also to do it a bit more publicly, and let people watch (16). I have been in a club wearing just a man’s tail coat (like waiters and weddings), knickers, stockings and heels. We went to London for a weekend and because no-one knew me and I thought everyone in London was far more sophisticated and daring, I thought I’d get away with it, but of course no girl can go anywhere in public half-naked without being stared at. Which makes me wet and horny, which makes me want to make sure they get more than a quick glimpse of my knickers (white, of course, especially under black) and in the space of about an hour I went from sitting around on bar stools flashing my knickers to sitting on a big, low sofa holding them to one side and spreading my pussy, and then making myself cum with two fingers deep inside. I remember saying I want everyone to see, and they certainly did that.

17– in public

Anywhere there’s public space with people really, so parks, Trafalgar Square, the Eiffel Tower, cinemas, you name it. You can’t really score a point for every monument, or it would be too easy, but you can score one for any or all of them and one for cinemas (18) porno or otherwise. I was doing it in a cinema in Bedford on a rainy weekend away and an old guy came and sat next to me and gave me a hand. Just remembered that, and I might blog it later on another day.

You can also count theatres (19), pop concerts (20) even though practically all the girls are doing it as well, and of course the great outdoors, like parks and so on (21).

I can remember years ago walking in the woods that backed on to a huge boys school one Sunday afternoon in the autumn. It was grey and misty, a very weird and spooky kind of day. There was me, the boyfriend of the time, who I was reasonably happy with, and another couple, and I got separated from them, can’t remember how or why, but I found this sort of den in the bushes, and stashed away there was a collection of half a dozen girlie mags. Quite obviously the boys came out for a collective wank. I could picture them all hunched up over the pages, hard little cocks in their hands, and looking at these pictures of gorgeous young women with their wet and ready pussies on show, and I found the idea so horny I had to do it as well, immediately. I flicked through the pages and came almost at once, and then restored their stash before I went off to find the others.

You’d expect that I’d go home and shag the boyfriend silly, but in fact what I did was go home, pull out a couple of my own magazines, lock myself in the bathroom and finger myself again. And then again, because the first once was too quick and breathless.

22 – in the car

I’m going to count these as separate once again because they are so different, so it includes while parked, and that can be anywhere from out in a country lane to in a multi-storey or one of those big open supermarket car parks, even in a busy street. Which is exciting at night but ten times riskier in daylight. And the riskier it is, somehow the more exciting it is as well. .

We’ll add being driven (car journeys always make me horny and it’s a great way to pass the time when you might otherwise be really bored. I’ve done it in the back seat (23) in secret when no-one knew, in the back seat when my boyfriend was the only other person who knew, in the back seat when someone else’s boyfriend was the only one who knew, and when everybody knew. I’ve also run through the same list of possibilities in the front seat, but I’m counting an extra point because in the front seat you can let lorry drivers look through the window and watch you as well, so that’s number 9. I’m counting taxis (24, especially if you’re letting the driver watch) ) and buses as in public transport (25), coaches (26), which are usually private hires so you know everyone on board more or less and often a great deal better by the end of the ride, trains (27) planes (28), small boats (like on a rowing lake or up a river (29) and big ones like cross-channel ferries (30).

And because I’m being scrupulously honest, I’ll finish off the transport section by owning up to doing it while driving (31). Only a few times, but cars just have that effect on me…

In the sea – 32

We’ve all done that on holiday in Spain, or Greece, or wherever the sea is warm enough, yes? I’ll add on the beach, either alone (33), or with an audience (34), and I feel okay about counting them separately because they are just so different. Being watched while you make yourself cum is amazingly horny and if you haven’t already done it you must be mad. Go home and amaze your partner. It’s just as good for guys or girls. And of course it’s a million times hornier if you do it for a stranger. I like watching my partner do it, and it’s always made me wet, but watching a stranger is ten times better, and if he knows that’s horny, but if he doesn’t that can be really rude as well.

Hotel balcony – 35

I’m not going to count hotels more than once because what are they for if not a dirty weekend when you do everything you can think of with your partner. And possibly other people as well. But I have stood on the balcony of the Krasnopolsky in the centre of Amsterdam and watched the Sunday afternoon crowds milling around in the sunshine while being fucked very long and slow by my husband and a sweet boy we met in a bar round the corner on Friday night. He came back to the room with us and turned out to be completely insatiable, as only teenagers (he was 18) can be. Not pretty, mind, just insatiable. He had big teeth and sticky-out ears, but then he had a big cock that was still sticking out after two days of constant fucking. We don’t usually keep them that long, but after he’d fucked me all round the room and in every position he could think of across the massive big bed we all fell asleep (me in between him and Rog of course) and when I woke up on Saturday morning it was with his cock pushing into me, which is always a lovely way to wake up, and he fucked me long and slow and gentle too, more like a lover than a Friday-night pickup, but I found out later it was just because he was trying not to wake Rog, so he could have me in private, so to speak. Boys are always different when they don’t know they’re being watched, but that’s another story.

Anyway, it was all slow and dreamy, and at the end because he was still trying to be quiet he lay perfectly still, and his cock just twitched inside me for a bout a minute, and every few seconds it pumped another long creamy spray of hot cum into me, which was an amazing feeling. And because I was trying to keep still and quiet I was cumming slowly too, a long buzzing in my pussy that made me want to scream, but I managed not to.

But I rolled over on my back afterwards and lay there stroking his cock, all slippy with me and him, and you know, in just a few minutes it was like an iron rod again, so I opened my legs and pulled him on top, and this time we did wake Rog. He said it’s great way for him to wake up too, finding his wife beside him in bed being fucked hard by a rampant teenager, and we just sort of carried on from there. The room service staff never raised an eyebrow, but it was Amsterdam, after all. Never saw a sex show or a bar or restaurant that weekend, but he more than made up for it and of course we had to go back later to see the sights

Anyway, I’ve just about run out of all the places I’ve done it. I can think of a few I’d like to try, but I think I’ll save them for another day.

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