Horny Little Girls and Basic Instincts
Why complicate matters just because we grew up?
Have you ever had flashbacks to childhood and marveled at how horny you were back then? Something I read the other day provoked my mind to travel back to a time when I may have been as young as five or six years old.
I masturbated all the time even though I didn’t know that’s what it was called. So did my sister, and we didn’t hide it at all. We’d sit in front of the TV playing with ourselves like it was nothing.
I vividly remember how she did hers and how I did mine. Both of us had very different methods of pleasuring ourselves while watching TV. Nobody told us we were doing it wrong and neither of us questioned how the other was doing it.
What fascinates me as I write this is that none of it struck me as odd back then. Our little minds already knew what felt good and we weren’t ashamed to do it when we wanted it, regardless of each other’s presence.
Can you imagine if that were the case with grown folk? If we all just masturbated out in the open and weren’t ashamed? The clean up alone would be appalling.
Flashing back to my young days of masturbating led me down another stretch of memory lane. It was a few years later. I must have been nine or ten years old when I discovered my childhood best friend was just as horny as I was.
In the basement of my home there was a bed and a little living area set up. My mother probably created the space so we’d go down there and get out of her hair once in a while.
My best friend and I were so horny we’d go down there and play “couple” in the bed.
She always portrayed the boy so she would be on top, and I was always the girl. We made out in bed as if we were a couple, complete with kissing, touching, and rubbing all the parts.
I don’t recall thinking it was weird or abnormal at all, we just did it for the pleasurable feelings.
What surprises me now is that I had no recollection of these memories until recently, yet it seems like it was such an important part of “playtime” as a child. It was not a fleeting thing, my friend and I did this all the time.
As mentioned on Fatherly.com, the most abnormal part about childhood masturbation is being the parent who has to type it into a Google search.
The rest of the behavior is completely normal and even represents healthy development. It’s only the parents who think it’s weird or uncomfortable to walk in on their child playing with themselves.
I’m impressed that to this day I still masturbate in the same manner I did as a child. Tiny, little pea-brained me discovered how to pleasure myself in a way that I could carry through for a lifetime.
Thinking back on my childhood habits gives me a feeling of simple comfort. It represents a time when life was uncomplicated before the real issues of couplehood, relationships, and inhibitions took over.
The psychological and emotional implications involved in sex as an adult are mind-blowing.
If one were to make out with their same-sex best friend as an adult they’d probably fret over their own sexuality rather than just enjoying the pleasure factor.
It’s sad to think that what our bodies instinctively knew as children gets replaced with what our complicated minds think in adulthood.
It’s weird that people try to explain to others how to masturbate as if it’s a science when it’s really just basic instinct. We’ve been doing it since we were toddlers but now grown folk want to muddle it up as if we’re not doing something right.
We have always known what makes our bodies feel good, yet as we grow older we start listening to other people. So-called experts. This creates doubt and possibly underlying fear that we’re incapable of figuring ourselves out.
Who else can be a better expert of our own bodies?
My sister and I having such different methods of childhood masturbation is a clear example of how no two people are the same, and how no one can understand our bodies better than ourselves.
When it comes to sexuality between couples I’m highly in favor of learning and figuring out sex with a partner. It can only foster greater relationships and better couples experiences.
But as for solo sex, I say we leave it up to the one true professional. The only one who knew us intimately as a child.