Stories about touching myself for the first time

Once, during a camping trip, we were sitting by the campfire. The night was cold, and she snuggled up to me. I was hesitant at first, but then I slowly reached over and touched her boob. It was a very natural feeling at that moment. We just stayed like that for a while, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the new closeness we had discovered.

The first time I touched a guitar, it was at a friend's house. I strummed the strings randomly and was amazed by the different sounds it could make. It was so fascinating that I decided right then that I wanted to learn to play it.

Once, when I was visiting a farm for the first time. I saw a beautiful rooster. I was a bit scared at first to touch it, but as I slowly reached out, its feathers felt so soft and smooth. It was a really interesting experience.

Yes, it's normal. Many people explore their own bodies as part of sexual self - discovery. As long as it's done in a private and comfortable setting, it's a natural part of understanding your own sexuality.

Well, there was a ftm person who had their first sex as themselves. They had been through a lot of self - discovery before that. During the experience, they were wearing clothes that made them feel confident in their identity. Their partner was very understanding and accepting. They started slowly, exploring each other's bodies in a way that respected the ftm's identity. It was a new and exciting experience for both of them, filled with a lot of mutual respect.

My first time wiping myself was quite an adventure. I was probably around three years old. I was determined to do it on my own. I took a lot of toilet paper at first and made a bit of a mess, but eventually I got the hang of it. It was a small step towards growing up and taking care of myself.

I'll never forget the first time I touched the ocean. The water was cool and had a bit of a salty sting on my fingertips. The waves pushed and pulled at my hands, it was a powerful yet gentle feeling. It made me feel so small in comparison to the vastness of the ocean.

Well, my first time wiping myself was a bit of a mess. I was really young, probably around three years old. I remember my mom had been showing me how to do it for a while. I felt so proud when I finally managed it on my own, even though it wasn't perfect.

Since there is no prior information about this 'touching a horse cock for the first time story', it could be a variety of things. It could be a story about a person who was nervous when they first had to touch a horse's head (if 'cock' was misused instead of 'head' perhaps). Or it could be some kind of odd anecdote from a veterinarian's first experience examining a horse in a particular area. However, these are just guesses as the details are lacking.

When I first touched a book, I was struck by the neatness of it. All the pages were in order, and the binding held them together so well. It made me think that books were very precious things. I also noticed the texture of the paper, which was different from other things I had touched before. It was a new and exciting experience. I started to understand that books were not just things to look at but also to feel. And that feeling added to the mystery and allure of the stories within.