I’m not really sure how to start this… but I wanted to share something that happened to me recently. It’s kind of personal and honestly I feel a little nervous writing about it… but it’s been on my mind a lot.

So I’ve always been really sensitive down there and it’s something I’ve had to figure out how to deal with over time, and I went into detail about it in my first post here. Sometimes it’s exciting but other times it feels overwhelming like I don’t really know what to do with it. And the other day… something happened that completely caught me off guard.

I went to the mall to do some shopping and decided to wear a pair of jeans I don’t usually wear. At first everything seemed fine… just a normal day. But as soon as I started walking I noticed this gentle rubbing right there. It wasn’t painful or anything but it was just enough to make me notice… and make me realize that this wasn’t going to be such a normal day after all.

At first, I didn’t think it was a big deal. I noticed it in the taxi on the way to the mall, but I figured it was fine… nothing would happen. I thought maybe I’d just feel a little flustered while walking around, but that would be it. I was so wrong.

After walking through a couple of stores, I started to realize that things were escalating faster than I expected. I could feel myself getting wet, and it only made me more sensitive. I tried to ignore it, but the more I walked the harder it was to focus on anything else. I started to panic a little when it hit me… I might actually finish just from walking.

I told myself “No, it’s fine! Just keep walking and it’ll pass”. But it didn’t... Instead it kept building, my legs started to feel shaky... I couldn’t even walk normally anymore. I ended up having to stop and lean on a railing because my body just wasn’t cooperating. I bent forward slightly, hoping no one would notice how flustered I looked, but I could feel my heart racing and I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer.

And then… it happened. Right there, in the middle of the mall, I had an orgasm. My whole body tensed up, and I pressed my legs together as tightly as I could, trying to keep my face hidden behind my hair. Thankfully, I was wearing black jeans, so even though I was completely soaked, it wasn’t super obvious.

Just as I was trying to collect myself this older woman came up to me. She must have noticed how I was leaning on the railing and thought I wasn’t feeling well. She asked me if I was okay, and I froze. There was no way I could tell her the truth… so I mumbled something about feeling dizzy. She looked so worried and kept asking if I needed water or if she should call someone for me. I was so embarrassed I could barely speak, but I managed to tell her I was fine. I swear... I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

After she finally left, I rushed to the nearest bathroom. When I got into a stall and took off my jeans... I saw that my underwear was completely drenched. There was no way I could keep wearing them. I ended up taking them off and putting some toilet paper inside my jeans to stop them from rubbing again. I had to leave the underwear in the trash because there was no way I could carry them around like that...

Even now I can’t believe that actually happened. It’s such a strange mix of feelings... being overwhelmed, embarrassed and kind of amazed at the same time...

But honestly… it feels good to finally share this with someone. I’ve kept this to myself for so long, letting it out here feels like a small weight off my shoulders. So thank you for reading and letting me feel a little less alone <3