New Magic Wand (f)

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When I was a horny 18-year-old in high school, my boyfriend bought me one of those magic wand vibrators as a joke gift.

For a month the pink wand sat in its box under my bed, and I totally forgot about it.

One Sunday, I was cleaning up my room and rediscovered the wand hiding there under my mattress.

It was a quiet Sunday morning, and my parents were out and curiosity got the better of me.

I opened up the box and unwrapped the rubber device from its cardboard and Styrofoam.

I pressed the button, expecting it to not be charged, and the rubber started vibrating. Full clothed I put the wand against myself.

Immediately I felt all hot and squirmy.

I gave up on cleaning my bed.

Normally, when I masturbate, I lay on my belly with a pillow under my hips and I just hump the shit out of it.

I did the same thing; except I placed the Magic Wand between me and my masturbation pillow.

I was wearing jeans and the wand was only on its medium setting, and still the strength of the vibrations against me felt insane. I had never felt anything so good.

The closest sensation I had felt to this was masturbating with a shower head and getting off to the water massaging my clit.

These vibrations felt like that, but more intense.

Fully clothed, I pressed my face deep into my mattress and humped shit out of my now vibrating pillow.

I didn't orgasm. The wand just set me on edge and kept.me.in this place of incredible horniness.

I must have been masturbating like this for an hour, getting all hot and wet and sweaty, when I heard the car doors outside my window.

I had a panic attack. I quickly hid the Wand in a Nike shoe in my closet.

It was such an abrupt stoppage. I just sat on my bed and tried to breathe deeply and regain my composure.

Ever since that first legendary masturbation sesh, I have been a chronic masturbater.

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I may look like a short blonde wholesome girl on the outside, but on the inside, I was crazy horny and just wanted to fuck.

Every day after school I would race home to my bed to masturbate.

I had like an hour in time between school ending, and my parents arriving home to do what I needed to do.

It usually took me twenty minutes to get home from school, leaving me with a full forty to vibrate myself to my heart's content.

The worst was when I had to stay after school. I knew I was missing out on my horny time. And as an eighteen-year-old girl, I needed that time for me.

A weird side effect of becoming a chronic masturbator is that I now was in a state of heat where I always wanted to fuck my boyfriend, Nick.

Nick and I were a somewhat awkward high school couple and we had only ever done it four times up to this point.

Nick is a funny big guy with short blonde hair, a rosy face, and is a 6' 5" teddy bear wholesome sweat-heart.

And I was crazy horny all the time and had the dirtiest thoughts now about this teddy bear.

In hindsight, if I was more open and honest with Nick, I'm sure Nick would have obliged and helped me out with my overwhelming horniness. But I was too nervous about possibly scaring Nick away to tell him the truth.

So, we just kept our wholesome relationship, going out on dates every Friday, making out for a bit, and usually ending things there.

We would make out in Nick's car for hours. He would then drop me off back at my parents' house and I would quietly sneak upstairs, wrap my Wand in two thick socks to stifle the noise, and masturbate myself to the point of tears.

Like I said earlier, I could never orgasm. The Wand would just bring me to the place on the edge of orgasm and leave me there in sweaty desperation.

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So, this is how I lived my senior year. Rushing home to masturbate. In a wholesome relationship with this cute guy named Nick who I desperately wanted to fuck me more, but I didn't want to scare him away. (I know this sounds ridiculous, but this is what I thought at the time. I mean, he bought me a fucking vibrator, of course he would be down to fuck every day). And on the outside, I was just this short, wholesome, quiet blonde girl putting up a front.

I guess what I am getting at, (in conclusion), all I did my senior year was be horny and masturbate constantly.