I (NB late 20’s) recently got a membership at a new gym. I quickly learned it’s a super bro gym: middle aged dudes and teenage boys using machines and MAYBE bench press. The men’s locker room is attached to the main gym area, but the women’s locker room is just right near the entrance in a little alcove, isolated from everything. Putting my things in a locker, I took in my surroundings. I have a humping kink, so my subconscious is always looking for the right corner or edge to mount. There’s no door to the locker room, just a hallway with two private bathrooms and then a plain set of lockers with a shower and utilitarian vanity. In the early morning quiet, I knew I’d be able to hear anyone coming in through the front door, and certainly anyone approaching from the gym floor since the reception area is tiled. My heart started to beat a bit faster and butterflies flooded my stomach. I had three options: the long wooden bench in front of the lockers, the vanity, or the padded stool in front of the vanity. My choice was easy: the vanity came the higher off the ground and featured a uniquely rounded edge rather than a right angle. I like to take my feet off the ground when I hump things, so I knew this would be easier. I set down my phone to record because my style of masturbation is so rare I like to watch it back for my own enjoyment as well as send it to people who actually appreciate and understand this corner humping kink (mostly exchanging with others who do this, so don’t get your hopes up asking me for the video). I wore a crop top, leggings, and sneakers. Even though I really wanted to at least get naked from the waist down, I knew that wouldn’t be sanitary. I compromised by pulling my leggings down past my ass, leaving a fabric barrier between my vulva and the vanity. Masturbating like this usually takes around 3 minutes—I could do it in 30 seconds when I was younger. Not that I like rushing it. When you’re on the corner with all the pressure between your legs and no feet on the ground to rescue you, you’re at the mercy of your physiology. I braced myself on the vanity with my arms out straight holding the ledges on either side of me. I tipped forward slightly, and instantly knew I’d found a great spot once my legs were in the air. No uncomfortable edges cutting into my inner thighs, all pleasure. I felt that I was already wet as I started moving my legs in and out like a pair of scissors. I didn’t need to readjust my position at all. I was already close to cumming after a few pumps of my legs. Squeezing my legs together helps create the pressure needed to cum, through I could cum from just the pressure of my body weight on the corner as well. Swinging my legs in and out really turns me on, though. I loved how smooth and hard the surface was between my legs. Grinding into it with my elevated legs made me crave more, made me pay attention to the way my fat labia spread open at the insistence of the blooming, bothered tissue inside. My pussy fed greedily and messily at the feast my pulsing thighs provided. The pleasure spread so quickly through my body as I gripped the vanity and worked my legs open and closed on the corner. I heard my wetness and felt how hard my clit was under me. Right when you want the feeling to last forever, it’s too late. I was going to cum in under a minute, there was no way to temper the sensation to last any longer. My abs clenched just as my pelvic floor clamped down quickly and rhythmically. I bent over at the mercy of my orgasm and shuddered as I let it take me. I knew this wasn’t the place to luxuriate in the feeling, so I stood and pulled my leggings on as my clit still buzzed and the wetness definitely darkened my light green leggings. I collected my phone and prepared to lift like normal. I smiled knowing I’d never struggle with motivation to go to the gym again. And next time I’ll try out that lovely padded stool.