Hey thanks for the replies I actually can relate to everybody's comments so far LOL! First to YC yes, I am insane. I like to think of myself as good crazy. Bad crazy is more like...where nobody wants it known that they associate with you.
I picture the crazy cat lady from the Simpsons and, um, try not to be like that. =P
Yeah I think I know what you mean Vibe that feeling you are talking about. I theorize that having a leaner frame probably means one could experience stimulation easier without much body fat getting in the way, you know? Like to prevent the muscle contractions from doing whatever physical movements that cause the good feelings
And erratic... wow I just had a flashback to my childhood. I hope this doesn't count under the talking about minor stuff. I mean it's a memory I have, I know exactly where I was and what age. Just turned 5 and was attending a private preschool and was hanging from the monkey bars. I don't really know how this began but I've always been really active and had a ton of energy (ADHD and hyperactivity too) and distinctly recall hanging from the monkey bars and figuring out that if I was dangling by my arms and lifted my legs up against my chest and squeezed them together that it felt really good down there. So I did that a lot and once when I was in a similar proximity to another girl my age I didn't know, both waiting in line for the slide, I asked her (as best as I could describe @ age 5) if that ever happened to her. The look I got in response made me never ask anyone else lol!
So from then on I would like, sit in a wooden chair if I was in timeout by myself in the classroom during recess, or at home on a wooden chair (didn't work well with giving and cushiony furniture like a couch) and use the chair's hard stability and grip the two sides of the chair and lift myself up off of it completely, supporting my weight with my arms and just lift my legs up and rub them together. This caused pleasurable sensations but not to the point of orgasm. When I was 9 I finally decided to tell my mom. It was in the car ride home from school; I was rather terrified because I thought something was wrong with me or I was sick or something bad was going on.
I was in tears and sobbing hysterically by the time I finally finished trying to explain what I do and she didn't say anything for a while... I'm the oldest and she probably wasn't sure how to react. Then she said something about how she wondered why I did that sometimes but hadn't paid much attention, then explained briefly that it was called masturbation and that I should only do it when I'm alone like in a closed room. So....that's what I did lol. I don't recall how often I would do it but I think pretty much it was several times a day every day.