How it all began.

If you read my intro, you'll know my first kinky experience was when I was 9, when I first discovered myself. It was coincidentally also the first time I did something exhibitionist, and it has become a habit since then.

It was when I was in Primary 3, where there were compulsory swimming lessons that started at 3pm (organised by the school). Since dismissal time was typically 1pm, I would usually take my time to change to my swimsuit in the changing room. I would then wear only my pinafore over the swimsuit while waiting for the bus to the swimming complex.

Due to quick growth (I already had about between A to B cup in K2. No, I was not fat), I got my first bra at P1, and I've wore them up to P4, until I decided to go commando for good. In lower primary I wore panties too, but without any protective shorts. The school uniform was a white blouse under a dark coloured pinafore.

So it was this Wednesday (if I'm not wrong) when I went to change as usual. I was always daring so I wanted to try something exotic. Being influence by fashion shows I randomly saw on TV at that time, which I decided that I would walk down the toilet corridor a few times, each time having one clothing lesser.

And so I began. I started with just the short blouse over the training bra and leaving my panties exposed, then I did away with the blouse, then the bra, then the panties. Now I was totally naked along the dark corridor, and imagined there was an audience to be shy with. I used my hands to cover my hairless pussy, and in the process my fingers slid onto my clit, which instantly gave me a quick sensation, and I let out a soft moan right there on the corridor. With my fingers gently rubbing the area, I quickly finished the naked walk half heartedly and retreated back to my cubicle.

Back there, I sat on the toilet bowl, with my clothes all over the toilet floor and my legs open apart, and the rubbing starts to get more intense. I couldn't help but to let out sounds of pleasure. And then I bent over to barely see my vulva. I knew that the vagina was meant for something to be inserted in, and since I was on it, I tried my fingers. The sensation got even more exotic. There was little pain, more of epic pleasure. Suddenly, I felt my muscles contracting, and I retreated my finger in shock. To my surprise, the wonderful feeling reached a climax, and there was unknown liquid flowing out. I let out a loud scream, and then lied on the toilet bowl for about five minutes, exhausted. I quickly wore my swimsuit and draped my pinafore over, realising that it was about time.

That was my first masturbating experience. Loud and messy and impromptu, I never looked back since. For the rest of P3, masturbating became a weekly ritual at the same toilet cubicle in nudity, silence, and order, and so did exhibitionism. Come P4, I became more daring. As I went commando for the second half of P4 and sat at the back of the class, fingering became even easier.

But I don't think you guys out there would love to read such pedophilic-sounding experiences. I'll decide on what next to write about soon. In the meantime, thank you for your support! Replies on the previous post:

• I don't think I'm ready to share my contact info yet. Probably in due time I would consider. No, I'm not afraid, I just don't think I should do it yet.
• And to those looking forward to this, here you go!