Re: What did you do when you were younger?
I was about 7 or 8 when I first discovered I had a kink for balloons. Can't remember how it started, or why. It may have been from watching a female children's TV presenter (back in the early 1980's) blowing-up a balloon then sitting on it, or it may have been triggered from seeing a lady in town blow up a yellow balloon by mouth, and something in me just "triggered".
I bought balloons from a local toy shop, usually just one or two at a time, and kept them hidden (deflated, of course) in a small, plastic bag, stuffed behind some books on a bookshelf, along with a biro, and some old cotton reels. This was because I would place the balloon over the end of the cotton reel, and then the biro would fit in the other end of the reel, which had a removeable lid that you would unscrew. I could remove the lid, blowup the balloon using the biro in the cotton reel, and then screw the lid back on, and the balloon would stay inflated, without needing to knot it or tie it off with string/ribbon.
Plus, at that age, I could just about place the balloon around the waistband of my underpants, and reach the biro, to blow up the balloon by mouth, before masturbating. It was a nice little way of doing things. The other reason for doing it like this, is so that it would allow for quick, noiseless deflation of the balloon. I tended to only enjoy balloons when no one else was at home, but if I were to hear my parents's car arrive on our driveway, or the keys in the front door, I could quickly deflate the balloons,and not have them fly away, before cleaning myself up, to look all innocent. (I wish I'd have known the trick to actually hollow-out the inside of a larger, hardback book, and used that to stash my balloons inside there instead. )
As I got older, I started buying helium balloons - again only occasionally - from a lady who ran a balloon-decorating firm in town. (I'm still friends with her and her family to this day, though she sadly no longer has the business.) A Qualatex 11" or 12" balloon seemed huge then! When my parents went on holiday in the summer, and I had a weekend or occasionally an entire fortnight at home all to myself, I then ordered a small bunch of balloons to be delivered, and would keep them for the entire duration, and repeatedly "played" with them - sometimes three or four times a day. All the time, I kept my kink secret, purely because I'm an inherently private person.
Eventually, I moved-out at 18, and one of the first things I did in my new flat I'd rented, was get the lady from the balloon decorating firm, to do my 1000 x 5" air-filled balloons, and the first night I had to myself in that flat, I filled my double-bed with all of the balloons, and I slept naked under them all night long! It was heavenly!
Since then, I've indulged in my balloon fetish more and more, and I couldn't think of anything worse than NOT being able to have balloons around me all-year-long, both in my bedroom, and all around my living room.
I'm lucky enough now to have access to helium too, at home, so can blow-up balloons of any kind at any time. I regularly stick to 36" Qualatex rounds, and large foil shapes (rounds, hearts, or Supersize characters/shapes), and I have a giant air-filled arch in my living room, that gets changed once a year as well, for decoration. I'm very lucky, and very grateful for having balloons in my life.
I was about 7 or 8 when I first discovered I had a kink for balloons. Can't remember how it started, or why. It may have been from watching a female children's TV presenter (back in the early 1980's) blowing-up a balloon then sitting on it, or it may have been triggered from seeing a lady in town blow up a yellow balloon by mouth, and something in me just "triggered".
I bought balloons from a local toy shop, usually just one or two at a time, and kept them hidden (deflated, of course) in a small, plastic bag, stuffed behind some books on a bookshelf, along with a biro, and some old cotton reels. This was because I would place the balloon over the end of the cotton reel, and then the biro would fit in the other end of the reel, which had a removeable lid that you would unscrew. I could remove the lid, blowup the balloon using the biro in the cotton reel, and then screw the lid back on, and the balloon would stay inflated, without needing to knot it or tie it off with string/ribbon.
Plus, at that age, I could just about place the balloon around the waistband of my underpants, and reach the biro, to blow up the balloon by mouth, before masturbating. It was a nice little way of doing things. The other reason for doing it like this, is so that it would allow for quick, noiseless deflation of the balloon. I tended to only enjoy balloons when no one else was at home, but if I were to hear my parents's car arrive on our driveway, or the keys in the front door, I could quickly deflate the balloons,and not have them fly away, before cleaning myself up, to look all innocent. (I wish I'd have known the trick to actually hollow-out the inside of a larger, hardback book, and used that to stash my balloons inside there instead. )
As I got older, I started buying helium balloons - again only occasionally - from a lady who ran a balloon-decorating firm in town. (I'm still friends with her and her family to this day, though she sadly no longer has the business.) A Qualatex 11" or 12" balloon seemed huge then! When my parents went on holiday in the summer, and I had a weekend or occasionally an entire fortnight at home all to myself, I then ordered a small bunch of balloons to be delivered, and would keep them for the entire duration, and repeatedly "played" with them - sometimes three or four times a day. All the time, I kept my kink secret, purely because I'm an inherently private person.
Eventually, I moved-out at 18, and one of the first things I did in my new flat I'd rented, was get the lady from the balloon decorating firm, to do my 1000 x 5" air-filled balloons, and the first night I had to myself in that flat, I filled my double-bed with all of the balloons, and I slept naked under them all night long! It was heavenly!
Since then, I've indulged in my balloon fetish more and more, and I couldn't think of anything worse than NOT being able to have balloons around me all-year-long, both in my bedroom, and all around my living room.
I'm lucky enough now to have access to helium too, at home, so can blow-up balloons of any kind at any time. I regularly stick to 36" Qualatex rounds, and large foil shapes (rounds, hearts, or Supersize characters/shapes), and I have a giant air-filled arch in my living room, that gets changed once a year as well, for decoration. I'm very lucky, and very grateful for having balloons in my life.
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