When I started, I used to switch hands stroke for stroke and only stroked away from my body (a laborious habit I kicked eventually), I mean I had no manual or anything, this was strictly learning by doing! Mom was supportive in the aftermath though, out of nowhere a tissue box appeared on my nightstand. We never talked about it.
And then that orange thing ... A friend's dad had a paperback with PLAYBOY (or was it PENTHOUSE?)
Letters to the Editor, one of them raved how much the writer enjoyed impregnating oranges. Oranges is something you generally have at home, so I gave it a try following instructions painstakingly. Well, what can I say, it's messy and it burns, overrated really. I ate the remnants of the experiment - let nothing go to waste!