I’m standing here in this empty warehouse, dressed in my black bodystocking, crotch cut open, high heels on, cock ring tight around me. Two cameras are rolling, and I can’t stop looking at them… looking at myself. I want you to see everything.

“You want to know how this started for me?” I whisper, my hands already moving over my cock. “I was eleven, in the bathtub. I rubbed shampoo between my legs, over my pubic area… never even touched my cock. And then… I came. A dry orgasm. I didn’t know what it was at the time, just that it felt incredible. That’s when it all began.”

I stroke slowly, building pressure. “Now I have my favorite ways to cum. First, filling my underwear. Not the ones I wear every day, no… special pairs just for masturbation. I love the feel, the look, the mess I leave behind. It’s… personal, sacred almost.”

I wrap a stained pair around my shaft, moaning softly. “The second way… in the shower. Shampoo slick, alternating hands from the base to the head. Switching left, then right. It always makes me cum harder, more intense. And the third… my favorite for sheer insanity: rubber bands around my cock and balls, spinning like a propeller until I explode.”

I reach for the rubber bands, looping them expertly. “Sometimes I try to hold back, edge myself… but honestly? Most of the time I just want to cum as fast as possible. I love the release. It’s primal, addictive. Masturbation isn’t just physical for me… it’s mental too. A little thrill, a little fantasy of being watched. That mix drives me wild.”

My cock is slick with spit and precum. I pick up the fleshlight, lube dripping, and slide in, letting the dildo underneath press deep inside me. “I’ve always wanted to do this… the fleshlight, a doll, maybe even a dildo. And now… it’s all here. The cameras, the warehouse, my toys. Everything I’ve ever imagined.”

I start thrusting, hips rolling, moaning. “I watch myself, too. My own videos. Hearing me cum, watching the mess I make… it’s irresistible. Sometimes I’m nervous someone could see me, and that’s part of the thrill. That fear, that risk… it makes it hotter.”

My hands alternate, switching grips. “I love the buildup before an orgasm. The alternating hands in the shower… nothing beats it. That’s when my orgasms are strongest. I’ve learned how to make myself cum harder, longer, more intensely. I’ve even masturbated twice in a single day before, eight times last month… but usually it’s five or six times a month now. Less than before, but that’s why I came to the clinic. Dr. Curry and Dr. Price said ten times a month. I can do more than that.”

I moan louder, thrusting deeper on the dildo, cock bouncing in the fleshlight. “I’m so close… oh fuck… I’m cumming!”

Ropes of cum shoot into the fleshlight, spilling over my thighs. My body convulses, trembling, sweat glistening on my chest. But I’m not done. Not yet. My cock twitches, still hard, slick with my own mess. I grip it again, switching hands, bouncing on the dildo.

“Second time… harder, deeper. This is the session I’ve always dreamed of. Two orgasms, maybe more. The doctors want ten a month, but right now… I just want you to watch me lose control.”

I explode again, cum spilling over everything. My whole body trembles, my moans echoing through the warehouse. I collapse forward, breathing hard, hands stroking lazily as the last drops leak from my cock.

I lean toward the camera, cum glistening across my shaft. “That’s me. All of me. My first orgasm, my favorite techniques, my fantasies, everything I love about masturbating. And I’ve still got more… always more. I can’t stop. And I don’t want to.”