This Is My Fetish
Does anyone remember the moment they first realized their own fetish?
I do. It was a pretty shocking experience, all things considered.
I was still a kid — right around the age when I was completely hooked on girls' anime. It started when I wandered into my uncle's room and found a manga of the show I'd been watching. I'd only ever seen the anime, so I picked it up without a second thought, just because the pretty characters I knew were drawn on the pages.
But what was inside that manga wasn't anything like what I'd been expecting. I'd wanted the pretty, cute characters to defeat the villains with the power of love and friendship and protect their everyday lives. Instead, the heroine lost to a bunch of scumbags who fought dirty. She lost, her pretty costume torn to shreds, sent rolling across the floor...
And after that, there was more. Something a good little girl wasn't supposed to see. Which means I didn't see a thing. Yeah.
At the time, I just felt disappointed and moved on. I was annoyed, more than anything — what kind of manga even was that?
It wasn't until much later that I understood that experience had left an irreversible mark on me.
I grew up. Body and mind both. I acquired sexual knowledge, and a sex drive to go with it. I had a perfectly healthy body and a perfectly ordinary libido, and after picking up a decent amount of sexual knowledge from various media, I masturbated maybe once every few weeks.
Whether that was average for a woman my age, I had no idea. People talk about it anonymously on the internet, sure, but nobody sits down for a serious discussion about how often they get themselves off.
Anyway, that frequency felt just right for me. So that day was nothing more than another item on the regularly scheduled calendar. A slightly pleasant one.
I'd gotten myself reasonably warmed up and was browsing the internet for some material when I came across a magical girl manga from the show I used to watch. It wasn't that weird manga from my uncle's room. By then I already knew that hadn't been a regular manga at all — it was an adult doujinshi — but that wasn't the point.
The point was that looking at that magical girl character made me remember everything I'd seen in that book.
In the anime, she'd always been a strong heroine who took down villains in style. Even when she was thrown to the ground, even when she was covered in dirt, she'd always joined forces with her friends and pulled through. She'd always been striving to get stronger, all to protect the everyday life she held dear.
And yet she'd been caught by some two-bit villain's cheap trick, overpowered without a fight, her clothes stripped away...
She hadn't worked so hard just to go down like that. So pathetically...
I was thinking that when I suddenly noticed — the tissues I'd laid out to keep the chair from getting wet were already soaked through.
What? Why is this wet?
I wasn't the type who got particularly wet. I didn't know about other women, but a few tissues stacked under my ass had always been enough to keep the chair dry until I finished. You wouldn't call that a lot. But today I hadn't even properly started, and I was already soaked. The chair seat was a pain to wipe down, too. Great.
Cleaning up the chair was important, sure. But I had something far more important to deal with. The slick that had leaked out enough to soak the tissues without my even noticing. My nipples, swollen and hard to a size I'd never seen on myself. My breathing, which had gone ragged at some point without my realizing.
My body was so aroused I wondered if this was what it felt like to be hit with one of those aphrodisiacs you only ever read about in novels. I had to do something about it. If I just sat still, it would fade with time — but I was this turned on. If I touched myself now, it would feel incredible, wouldn't it?
I couldn't resist that temptation. The moment I brought my fingers to my groin the way I always did—
"Nnh...!"
A jolt of pleasure shot through my entire body, centered on my clitoris, like an electric current running through every nerve. I've never felt anything like this... The thought barely formed before my body started rubbing my labia on its own.
Well.
Let's just say I enjoyed the best orgasm of my life that day.
And as I lay slumped over the desk, twitching in the aftershocks of climax, I understood.
Ah. So this is my fetish.