Young & Curious (Part 3) [SoloAdventures]

Addicted to touching my privates, I guess I was.. it felt so good using my blankets, and my hands! But it was very tiring and was so hard to be quiet because I moved around so much…

After sharing the bunk bed for a few months, we moved across to our new house, where I finally got my own room. The walls between mine and my sisters room was paper thin however, so I still had to be quiet..

9 years old, I remember being in the summer before 4th grade, it was going to be my first summer that I could go to overnight camp!

I knew it was 5 days surrounded by lots of people, so I wouldn’t be able to fulfill my urge to rub myself during that time.. I needed to get as much out as I could as the days counted down to leave for camp.

I was getting bored having to be in bed to do it.. so one night after everybody was in bed I started looking around my bedroom for other things I could use.

I had an electric keyboard, that could be lifted off the crisscrossed stand for easy moving. The stand was metal, and had smooth round bars that the piano sat on.. this instantly drew my attention because the size was perfect to straddle and it was the perfect height.

I removed the piano, and stood over the bar of one side of the stand. I press down on it, wearing just my underwear. I felt the cool metal through the material of my panties, and it felt soo nice on my private!!

I began rocking my hips back and forth on the stand, causing the cool metal to grind on me. It felt so nice and different from my balled up hands! The foreign feeling of it made me even more excited I guess, because I started feeling the tingly feeling faster than normal..

I didn’t want to be exhausted yet, because that’s what happened every time I felt that tingle too long. So I backed off and put my piano back, pleased with my new discovery but ready for the next.

Glancing around the room again, I see a green foam nerf football poking out from beneath my bed. I pick it up and examine it. The finger grips on the ball interest me, as I begin wondering what those felt like rubbing against my spot!

I place the ball in position trying to straddle it on the ground, and realize I need to lay how I normally do because it’s so small. So I lay on my belly on the floor and grip with both hands. I begin grinding my body like I normally do, but it felt so different using the ball instead of a blanket or my bare hands!

I’m instantly hit with that tingly feeling all over again. This time I don’t stop. Aggressively moving my body up and down against the ball, I feel myself give every ounce of energy I have. I continue my movement, pushing against the ball until I literally can’t take it anymore.

Tossing the football across the room from beneath me, I’m sucked dry of energy. The floor is feeling pretty good right now and my bed seems 300 worlds away… no blankets or pillows I let my eyes drift closed on the floor.. before I know it I’m waking up to sunshine in my window and the sounds of my sisters stomping in the living room.

Not ready to go out there yet, I grab my football and climb into bed, ready for another session and a small morning nap before I face my family for the day..

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