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Porn in the shower
I don’t watch porn very often, but I found myself questioning why that is yesterday, after seeing the prompt for “4 Thoughts or Fiction.” In fact, my brain went down a bit of a rabbit hole on the subject, following my go-to reflection questions: who, what, where, when, why, and how? Why and When So, why do I watch porn? I usually watch it when I’m already turned on. Porn, for me takes away the thought…it does the thinking for me, providing images, and sometimes sound to fill my brain while I fuck myself. It can also be the impetus when I’m not already turned on and need a quick…
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Quick Release
Maintenance masturbation…or what I’d call Quick Release…is both necessary and superficial for me. It isn’t deeply satisfying, like the type that engages my brain…the kind constructed of a mental image and often inspired by visual or audio stimulation (books, music, movies). That kind is gradual. It sneaks up on me, like the shadows from a setting sun, and I find myself surprised, warmed at the throat, pussy clenching and suddenly hungry. Quick Release is more like an anti-anxiety medication or a muscle relaxant…only fast-acting (especially with just the right speed and strength of vibration held to the left or right side of my clit, pressed just so, toward my vaginal…
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What do you think about when you masturbate?
Quite honestly, there are only a few things that can and will go on in my brain during masturbation. Because I know my body well, and because I normally masturbate with an end game in mind (orgasm = release, and release is usually the goal), I’m often simply just feeling rather than thinking, which means focusing all of my energy and consideration on the parts of my body that are feeling pleasure: nipples, clit, vagina, anus. I’m a pretty simple girl in that. And I don’t take long to cum when I’m in my own hands…usually less than 5 minutes. Sometimes less than 1. But there are times when I…
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Momentum
My desire to masturbate, or not, is a fairly reliable indicator of the status of my libido. Honestly, my desire to write, or not, is just as much so. You can pretty gaurantee that if I’m writing, I’m feeling it…or at least on the brink. But masturbation, like writing, at least for me, involves work…and commitment. At least to get started. Staring at a blank page is much like staring at my toys considering what to write or how to touch myself. What will work? Where do I want to go with this? Am I writing just to “get it out of my system,” or am I trying to create…
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Masturbating to Relax
There are a million and one good ways to relax, but I must say that masturbation is one of my top ten. Here are my top three reasons… It Helps Me sleep I usually find myself seeking it out right when I go to bed. It takes me less than 5 minutes to climax (10 on a particularly tough night), and then boom, I’m off to the land of nod, mind cleared, daily stress minimized, and body-tension released. It’s not magic. In fact, it’s quite easy to explain how it works. I have a basic vibrating dildo, but I rarely use it internally. I know that every woman’s body is…
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Self-Service: The Art of Female Masturbation
Oh my, but aren’t there a hundred thousand ways to touch one’s self?!! I was thinking about this morning, as I lay in bed, and got to wondering… I know I have my favorite ways of pleasuring myself. The ways that just work quickly to “get the job done,” the ways that draw it out, nice and slow. Hands/Fingers When I was young, this is the only thing I had, and so I learned fairly quickly how to use them adeptly for a quick, external clitoral orgasm. These were straight-forward and rather intense, but, they were all I really new before I had sex for the first time and realized…
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Aging and Masturbation
When I was very young and figured out that certain places felt good when touched, the only tool I had at my disposal was my own body. I used my hands to explore and touch and rub and pinch, becoming quite adept, by my early teens, at inducing a clitoral orgasm by simply rubbing my fingers quickly across it. These orgasms caused a pulsing of the internal walls of my vagina, and they were satisfying, but it wasn’t until I was in my 20s that I knew a deeper orgasm was possible. Even though I began having sex at 16, I didn’t orgasm with another person until I was in…
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Lust
Having been visiting family and sleeping in close quarters, I haven’t had the opportunity to masturbate for the past several days. And prior to that, I was in too black a mood to even want to. But, I returned home last night to an empty house (Mr. D and our kiddo have gone camping). It’s not like I walked in and was like, “Holy shit, I’m alone! I should drop everything and fuck myself!” Though, that wouldn’t have been a bad thing, and I applaud those who have that sort of spontaneous, singular focus to let everything else go. I need to cultivate that quality in myself. Mr. D hasn’t…
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Masturbating for Him
He likes to watch me masturbate. But I hate being watched. If He tells me to do it, though, I can’t say no. It would be against the rules. It makes me uncomfortable to be so open and vulnerable. So “on display.” But, then. I’m His to display as He wishes, right? If He wants to gag me with my own shirt to keep me from crying out, and then asks me to close my eyes, bite down, and slip my hand into my panties, I’ll suck back my pride (because I shouldn’t have it, anyway, should I?), feel the heat in my cheeks (both sets), and begin to rub…
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The Sweetest Perfume
“Do you remember the first time you came?” She looked up at him from between his knees, her tank top low enough for him to see right between her breasts to her belly. “That was such a long, long time ago…I don’t think so.” “How old do you think you were?” She smiled and began curling her hair around her index finger, batting her eyelashes in an exaggerated manner to encourage his response. “Young.” “How young?” “Maybe 12?” “Yah…I think I was, too.” “Tell me about it…” His Cheshire-cat grin showed how happy he was he’d turned the questioning around on her. But her feathers were far from ruffled by…
