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…
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…
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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…
“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…
On my back in the bed,legs splayed lazily,my breathing was slowing down. A liquid mix of usdripped between my cheeks,tickling my backdoor. It was such a good afternoon fuck. You dressed and headed backout to the kitchen or the couchso I could shower. I stood slowly, letting the comemake lines down the insides of both…
Well, since I lumped days one through three of “30 Days of Sexy Gratitude” into a single post…in an effort to catch up, I suppose I can take a breath and catch up a bit. Day 4 – I’m grateful for masturbation. That about sums it up. More specifically…masturbation in the shower after shaving the…