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I've never had a problem releasing my sexual desires. Since I was little, I was loved by my relatives and neighbors, and for some reason, they taught me a lot of naughty things. I probably started masturbating much earlier than the others. I still remember when I went to play with a little older brother in the neighborhood. We were playing with water guns in the garden together, and my brother's attack hit my crotch. It hit the part that had been developed by masturbating with a corner, and I couldn't help but let out a cry of "ahhh". My brother froze in shock, but then he started to grin and persistently attacked my crotch. My crotch was all wet. But I didn't know much about embarrassing things yet, so I just played with him because it was fun and felt good, and I attacked his crotch in return. After a while, my brother got a strange feeling, and while panting, he grabbed me and hugged me. But neither of us knew what was going to happen next, and just when things were getting a little awkward, his mother came in and that was the end of it. Nothing special happened between me and that brother after that, but it's a very vivid and bittersweet memory. I wonder if he remembers this... I've had sex with a lot of different people, from younger to more than twice as old, and I feel that the pleasure really depends on the partner and the situation. It's not about being good or bad. You won't know until you try it. I don't have any particular sexual preferences, but I like it because it makes me feel like I'm doing something bad and getting paid for using my body like this part-time job! It's a waste not to try different things while you don't have a boyfriend.