Penis Enlargement

I am 19 years old, have one and a half years of college behind me plus a short-term experience in a rock band, am now signed up in the Army and am single.
I’ve been consciously masturbating since 4 years of age. I still do it the same way, and so far it has allowed me intense, multiple, and early or¬gasms. That is why it is so hard for me to imagine frigidity and the inability to orgasm in a woman. I accomplish my orgasms by fantasizing and read¬ing sexual excerpts from books and magazines and real-life encounters, while I cross my legs, stiffen them, and release them. As orgasm nears, my movements (or thigh twitches) quicken. Great pleasure suffuses my clitoris. I realize that it feels like “fucking” yourself. It has always been my way of relief, going to sleep, etc… I usually feel sexual tension a week or so before my menstrual period begins. (Not that I’m not usually horny all of the time – it’s hard to be single – my loins certainly feel it.)
My earliest sexual encounter was at age 5. I didn’t know what sex was then but I remember a certain blond boy my age whom I met on occasion just to drop my britches momentarily with. We would balance ourselves on a stone wall and walk quite a distance to an old neighbor’s graveled ga¬rage/shed. There we would take turns or simultaneously urinate. It was an unusual thrill at the time to just watch each other; it gave us an innocent excuse to examine each other’s privates.
My parent caught me stretched out on the coffee table “making my legs stiff” and they told me not to make them stiff anymore. Looking back, I’m sure they realized what I was doing as experiencing a sexual pleasure though I was too young to understand (though I did think it unusual, and because it was “down there” where my sensations sprang, I felt somewhat ashamed and embarrassed). That was my first lesson that what I was doing was “wrong”, “unnormal”, and forbiddable. Nonetheless, I did it and gave in to my whims of enjoyment through my entire life so far. I sometimes wonder if that is why I’ve become so promiscuous. At age 9, a boy even caught me wriggling in my seat and he said the same thing in my parents’ unique phrase, “Don’t make your legs stiff.” I didn’t think he understood what I was doing though. That’s just what it looked like.
At 9, I also realize, like today, I must have had lesbian tendencies. Once I took a girl younger than myself behind some shrubbery and seduced her with, “I’ll let you see my ‘down there’ if you let me see ‘yours’.” She refused. Then, once a pretty blond friend of mine and I were atop a long slide, and when we both reached the top, she asked me if I would “kiss her down there.” The idea, I remember, somewhat excited me but it seemed too wrong and nasty at the time. Then, I said no.
I lost my virginity at 16. It was in a cute, maroon Fiat, with a big muscu¬lar tennis buff. He also went down on me; it was so exciting, me being so young and the first time. I do remember though that he didn’t get it all the way in and that I hurt so much I was thinking of some gentle lesbian girl “saving me” from this, although at the same time I was very excited. (Sex is so confusing and hypocritical for me.) Well, anyway… I have never or rarely said no.
I sometimes feel ashamed to say I have had about twenty lovers (mostly one-night stands). I guess, in pure definition, I am not a “nice” girl. I’ve always felt I should take what I can get. It’s not that I’m homely; I’m fairly attractive, am into fashion and I guess I am a bit narcissistic at times.
I am a lesbian in most of my fantasies; I think it is mostly because lesbi¬anism is one fancy in sex I relish and it has so far been unfulfilled. It’s like having things but always wanting more because you don’t or can’t easily have them. I have had a black man; it was the interracial experience I wanted. Literally, it was indifferent. Sex is sex… it was just society’s con¬demnation I wanted to personally rebel against besides my own contrast in color. I loved his black, near velvet chest; such a smooth body…
Anyway, I fantasize about my friend Jeanne. Once, after smoking some grass, me and her boyfriend did try to seduce her, but she wouldn’t give. Oh well… I have a feeling she would like to with me. We always talk and read about sex aloud, and she always manages a lot of “melting” eye con¬tact… I think there’s something… maybe someday…
I dwell on famous figures, too. Some of these include (quite a range) Deborah Harry, Diane Keaton, Jane Fonda, Brenda Vaccaro, Marianne Faithfull, Britt Ekland, Donna Mills, Xavier Hollander… I usually imagine sweet, sensitive moments in someone’s home, on the beach, in a sauna. I wish I could just blink my eyes and make them appear as desirous lovers. I usually imagine us holding each other, passionate kissing, fingerfucking, cunnilingus, bathing, ménage á trois turn me on too.
I love loud, lewd, passionate sex. I like to hear my pussy sound like an aquarium filter, loud slushing. I want to eat pussy. I also have thought to enter a girly bar in Montreal (one that I’ve been to) and have the strippers turned on to me; I enter the bathroom, and one or more of them follow me in. They notice my femininity in contrast to all the horny old males and ask me if I feel funny being the only female customer. I say yes, and they put me at ease by welcoming me readily, by touching me, brushing their lips against me softly, and saying they love women. The crowd of males whistle and catcall; they look forward to another performance but it is delayed be¬cause of my presence in the bathroom. (An extended version of this goes beyond to the point I am one of the strippers – they turn me into one and teach me how to move, dress and dance.)