I suppose if you are looking for a typical intense fantasy, where I bring you to a vision of delight by describing super-endowed beings who each have five or six climaxes while doing physically impossible things, you will be disappointed. Move along to someone else’s erotica.
Back 30 or 20 years ago, when most fetish people had to hide from the real world and from each other much more than they do today, it was hard to find someone who shared your fetish. Hey, if you could find someone to just LISTEN and not run off screaming, you were doing pretty good. There were a lot of us who would “buddy up” into pairs that would “I’ll do your thing if you’ll do mine.” you want a flogging fetish scene? Good luck. You find a rope nut, however, and maybe if you let them tie you up first they would be happy to flog you while you were there.
What would turn me on?
I am going to imagine a scene that involves me, my friend the doll artist, and one of his creations. Plush dolls aren’t my trip, although I respect those who work so hard on them. I’m not even really that into Dollification, although I can see trying it out for variety.
So what would turn me on? Ah, I like the act of turning other people on! I like the surge of power that comes from turning someone on so much they can’t even think, talk, or walk straight! I’ve always been curious about other people’s fetishes because I like learning what makes them tick, even if I never wind their watch to turn them on!
Aggressive Partner Commanded to Lie Still
Normally, I am an active partner in bed. Not so much as I get older and things don’t work as well, but as a young person I was quite the aggressive, active partner. Men who were nominally gay (or bisexual) often commented that I moved more like a man, with my desire to be on top and to pound away. Not just set the pace – but actually, control the whole motion. A few smaller (or lightweight) men said that they felt like I had removed their penis (or taken it over) and was actually pounding them with it! Men, usually straight men, who preferred a gentler touch were often puzzled by the way I’d grab and manipulate them. (If you haven’t had back alley sex behind a gay bar, the way I move is typical of said place.) Soft, gentle, loving movements don’t come naturally to me, although part of tuning in to someone to please them is learning how to adjust to what the other person wants. Sometimes I wonder why the “gentle touch” guys manage to get off when I’ve hardly touched them at all.
Anyway, I had no car and got rides home with various friends, some of whom I was involved with sexually. One buddy with an extra-tall camper shell on his truck liked to take me in the back and fool around before he took me home. It gets hot in Tucson, and even though the desert temperature drops after dark, I often find it too uncomfortable to be touched once it hits the 70s–80s. (Over 90, forget it!) So one hot night, when he was tired of me pounding him to death, he suggested a little game. He wanted me to lay still. Very still. Deathly still. Not that he was really into necrophilia or anything, but he thought it might be fun to command me to imagine that I was lying on a metal tray in a morgue someplace.
This was a long time before CSI, SVU, or Tom Petty’s “Last Dance with Mary Jane,” so it’s not like we were used to seeing dead bodies on TV. I had to imagine my time in a science lab and apply my thinking to be a cool 60 degrees on a night that was much hotter than that. The metal truck bed (under a light blanket) was a metal tray. And the command was that I should be absolutely still. He would move my limbs when he needed them moved, and I would leave them just where he placed them. (Not to be tried unless you know the range of motion of your partner.) I couldn’t even rock my pelvis in ways that would “grab for a position” and increase my arousal. He was going to stroke me wherever he liked and take me as if I was totally oblivious to the actions he was performing. Of course, because it was “new” it was also exciting. Being commanded to be totally quiet and not aroused made me incredibly aroused. I remember biting his shoulder and making all kinds of “mrph, mrph, mrph” sounds when I came.
Threesomes and moresomes
It always sounds like lots of fun to have more people in bed. Actually, when you consider that the brain commands 80% of what happens sexually, and then there’s a heart, a mind, and an eternal spirit – it gets more complicated than that. I have organized orgies, I have been a dungeon mistress, and I know whereof I speak. When I was single, I went out with men more often than women simply because I didn’t feel up to dealing with the complicated needs of women – courting protocol, emotional needs, etc. I’d love to have had more women partners, but it never worked out. And sometimes men had the annoying habits of not sharing their valued significant other – wife, gf or whatever – but instead, they’d bring along some woman they obviously had little respect for and try to get me to do stunt sex like I was a circus freak. To be asked to share as a third party in a wonderful relationship is one thing, but to be exposed to that! Well!
So playing with a man and his love doll could be quite fun. I could play as if I was actually getting another woman to roll around with, but without all the emotional baggage that normally goes along. No “I’m getting left out,” or “I’m going to go sulk in the next room,” energy. I have a playful side (can you tell, dear reader?) and I would not mind putting my mouth on the silly oversized nipples or brushing my fingers against a soft suede pussy. Because I would be sliding my eyes at the man watching me, feeling the energy of him getting excited, listening to the change in his breathing, knowing that as I entangled myself in the poseable limbs of the doll I would be creeping deeper and deeper into his fantasies.
In fact, why not let him pose me? The fact that I am often aggressive and demanding in bed does not mean that I cannot, at times, be utterly passive. You don’t eat without first building up a hunger, you don’t eat at the East Indian Kitchen every day and expect to still want the saag paneer after a month the same way you did on day one; variety makes for a good taste. Pose me in positions that turn YOU on, have me talk dirty in two sets on voices, my own and one for the doll. It’s too bad you have to treat all photographs as if they will turn up in public at the worst possible times; I hate keeping on lingerie for sexy shots and pulling my hair over my face, but there you go. I need a job that requires certain – decorum shall we say?
Masturbating with Friends
One thing that I miss about being married is the freedom to just be lying down naked with a friend for a good chat. With or without sex. I talk good in a horizontal position. Additionally, I used to dance outcall, back when the only thing illegal was penetration for hire; so if I wanted to dance provocatively while someone “relieved themselves” or if I wanted to rub their back and thighs with lotion or oil while they told me all their troubles, it was never a problem. I even had a few customers that would pay me to sit next to naked on the couch and watch movies with them, so they could pretend they had a date. (Didn’t bug me much, except that I never got to pick the music or the movie.) The money was never worth the risk of being with strangers, however, and I can’t see just doing this randomly with friends. Well, I have two, or maybe three people that would be more than happy if I came over for a nice jack and jill off session, but when I have to put hubby, job, house chores, and grandkids in front of time with them – it would just lead to trouble. Nobody likes being second best.
About three years ago, I called up an old lover and asked if he’d like to be the secondary relationship. I knew he could do the heavy SM that I needed, and we’d stayed friends & sometimes fuckbuddies after we broke off an engagement many years ago. Even though he knew and liked my husband, he turned me down; he knew his own heart could never tolerate being second-best. Even with the best of communication, he knew that as I put him off for other priorities, he would feel incredible jealousy and finally rage that would destroy what we had. Good fences make good neighbors, says the Robert Frost poem we all learn in high school.
So here I sit, thinking it would be comforting in the short term to go get naked (or next to naked, I like sexy clothes) with friends and play around, but worried that this would just cause turmoil and trauma for all concerned. One of the reasons I like play parties; if you just PLAY at the PARTY, it doesn’t being as much emotional stuff home.
So What Would I Do?
If I went over to play dolls with my friend the artist, I would let him pose me like a doll. I don’t really believe much in hypnosis as portrayed in the media, but I do like being led with suggestion into a mindset, whether it’s a sub-space or this new thing called doll-space. I can be photographed all day long; one old boyfriend used to use an empty camera and studio lights and “play” photography. As a young college student, I was shy, awkward, and frigid even with the person that I thought would be the love of my life. Frustrated, he one day tried telling me that I needed to imagine that it was my job to show people how to have sex. If I didn’t spread my legs and smile like I enjoyed it, then whoever my audience was (whether it was an on-stage thing or an on-camera fantasy he was playing) would NEVER LEARN how to be satisfied. (This trick has always worked ever since. I even have plenty of performer fantasy books & magazines.)
It’s kind of silly to mix the action; I love the idea of getting my friend more and more turned on. We could do a wide variety of “two girls” poses, like the typical one of both of us spread-legged towards the camera, so the viewer couldn’t decide which delicious inside to fling themselves into. Since I really want to play with my friend more than be intimate, I am willing to be cuddled up with him as the inside or outside of a sandwich while he pumps vigorously into the useful part of the doll. I just love the intensity of someone getting off.
Anyway, I think just showing me the art studio is about as far as my friend is willing to go with me. While I am kinky as sin, I don’t need to spoil his relationships or my relationship or any friendship we have with each other. He was really hoping I’d pass along what he was doing to anyone interested in the art, especially if they might want to buy one. I just get turned on by not ungrounded realities – but by practical thoughts. Like, if the doll was laying down face up and I laid over it face down, would he be able to curl around me and penetrate the doll’s vagina while licking and biting my neck? This is where you finally get someone having five orgasms; the last time I was with hubby, I was trying to figure out the practicalities while honey made me come over and over until I was exhausted.
After staring at His picture for what seemed like hours and missing Him it was all I could do to wait until I could
get the kids to bed and go into the confines of my own private rooms. My hand
had already found its way to caressing over my right breast through the pale
pink blouse. The seconds seemed to go on forever as I waited till 9 P.M. Then
finally it was there at the top of the hour and I almost raced to my bed. I
didn’t turn on one single light as I stepped into the bedroom. The bed covered
in the freshly washed sheets seemed so very inviting. The light filtering in
from the streets outside gave a soft glow to everything. Shadows danced on the
walls in places I had never seen, so that the room appears almost magical.
Slowly my fingers worked at the buttons of the pale pink blouse, yet my mind
was picturing Him. I could see the way His mouth curved up slightly as I let
out a soft moan and imagined those lips wrapped tightly around my nipple. I
could feel His hands on each breast, kneading, twisting and caressing. My
nipples hardened instantly and ached for His touch. My need was for Him and yet
tonight He was miles away from me.
I glanced at the bed and smiled as the soft glow made it so inviting, yet I
turned and walked towards the window. My hand moving down over my stomach till
it reached the button of my jeans. I popped it open with ease then let my
fingers slide to the zipper and ease it lower. Pushing my hands into the sides
of my jeans and with a few little wiggles they slide down over the curve of my
hips and continued down to puddle at my feet as I stepped out of them.
The street light shone right into the window where I was standing. Looking down
at the pale skin of my body I smiled as my hands slide over the luminescent
skin of my hips and continued up over the pale pink lace thong and still
upwards over the full breasts that were covered by the white bra. Nipples so
hard protruded from the bra as if they were begging to be set free. A soft purr
escaped my lips as my fingers grazed each nipple. My hips swayed a little as my
lashes fell down to my cheeks and I could see Him as if He was standing right
there in front of me.
With my eyes still closed I stepped closer to the window and the chair that sat
in front of it, climbing atop it. Moving to lean against the billowy back,
pressing into the seatback as my thighs fell apart and my hands moved
back to cover each breast as I imagined His hands kneading the flesh. As I
opened my eyes I could see the street with the freshly fallen rain. How the
light made it glisten and sparkle making the entire street seem as though it
was filled with enchantment.
The strap on my left shoulder fell at the same moment my left hand slid under the lacey material to brush against
the warm skin that lay beneath. Fingers moving to grasp that erect nipple and
tug at it, pull and twist it till all that was heard were the soft whimpers of
need escaping my lips. My back arched as I felt that desire growing. God how I
wanted Him and wished He was here now to take me.
Slowly my right hand moved from my
breast. The warmth of my hand was met with the warmth of the skin on my
stomach. Fingers teased and danced along the flesh till they reached the top of
that lace thong. For now, they did not slide in, but instead, they moved down
lower, across the soft mound of flesh and disappearing between wide-open
thighs. Dampness was already beginning to seep through and soak the material.
As the fingers on my left breast squeezed hard all I could think about were His
hands and how they felt against my skin. Another quiet moan filled the night
air as my back arched, sending a trickle of pleasure rolling through my body.
The sensation and movement caused my hips to rock forward sending my already
needy cunt into my right hand. A rather loud and heated moan escaped my lips
and I found that I couldn’t stop myself as I let my fingers slide back up the
front of my thong till they reached the edge then disappear beneath the pale
pink material. I could feel my thighs parting wider as my fingers reached that
soft mound and pushed between those damp folds. At the same moment, the fingers
of my left hand tightened around my nipple, tugging and pulling, twisting hard
and pulling again. Wetness dripped from between those now wet folds and coated
the fingers of my right hand as I called out His name.
Those now damp fingers moved deeper into the folds pushing them apart till I
could feel them slowly circling, slowing teasing that already hard nub of
tender flesh. His face embedded in my mind as if I was looking right at Him.
The fingers of my left hand moved to squeeze my breast hard, harder than I
would have done it, it was as if He was here taking my body as He would any
time He wanted. I was His and He knew this, I knew this. My heart, body, and
soul belonged to Him and this instance was no different. This was for Him.
My need for Him continued to grow as my hips pressed forward. Then it happened,
that hard little nub met with the soft touch of my fingers and I screamed out
His name again. My body knew what to do and lust and desire took over. My
fingers teased and rubbed and pinched at my clit as my left hand squeezed my
left breast harder each time. My body squirmed over the seat, thighs widening
as far as they could go. His name whispered over and over as I continued to
torment that now excited clit. I knew my thong was soaked with the need of Him; my
nipples ached for His touch. Every inch of me was His. I was His dirty little
slut begging without words to be fucked.
Now soaked fingers moved reluctantly from their teasing as they pushed through
the folds and made their way to circle around the hole of my tight cunt before
three fingers pushed inside. Gasping loudly as I was stretched just as He would
have stretched me. I reach over to the bedside table and from the drawer remove
the wonderful glass dildo that my handsome prince purchased just recently for
me. Arching my back as I squirmed, pressing my hips against my hand pushing my glass
dick in deeper and calling out His name again. I almost forgot the teasing and
tormenting of my left breast till my fingers pinched hard on my nipple, I could
almost feel it as if it were His teeth clamping down as His cock slid deeper
inside me. Fucking me!
Over and over again the torment continued as the cool glass cock continued to
slide in and out of my tight and very wet cunt. I moved just enough so that my
thumb could tease at my clit and again I cried out. The empty house filled with
the sounds of His name and the now loud whimpers and moans of heated desire and
A shudder coursed through me as my back arched even more. I didn’t think my thighs could part more but they did send the slick glass toy in deeper as my
body pressed against my hand. Fucking that tight little cunt faster and faster with each moment, my left nipple ached and throbbed from the tugging and pinching. My body shuddered again as the inner walls of my cunt tightened around my fingers. ‘Mmmm yes’ was all I could think as I squirmed and pressed myself into my hand, riding my fingers as I imagined His cock fucking me, making me more and more His.
As I screamed out His name I felt my own release as my body convulsed against the glass cock, soaking the bed, my back arched sending my breast into my hand feeling those fingers squeeze around the flesh as hard as possible sending my hips rocking forward again into my hand making me shudder uncontrollably as I came again in quick succession. Inner walls tightened around glass cock over and over till I couldn’t move.
Almost breathless I lay there. Opening my eyes to look out at the street my body still shuddering as I pulled the toy cock from inside my thong and released the hold my left hand had on my breast I reached for the blanket at the bottom of the window seat and pulled it up over me. Glancing to the bed I sighed. The bed was growing more and more lonely without Him in it. Tonight while laying here still lost in thoughts of Him, my body somewhat satisfied with a need for Him I would sleep. Alone, Yet in my mind, I knew He was thinking of me and I hoped that His body too was trembling still and that His bed was growing just as lonely as mine.
She looked at the clock, 8:47, thirteen more minutes until he said to start.
It has been a busy time for him. The holidays were always a busy time at his work, a spate of bad weather, and then an unexpected illness in the family had kept him preoccupied. Even when he did have a free evening, he was tired and irritable, falling asleep in front of the television rather than doing anything with her.
She knew better than to nag him, but as the days grew into a week and then two weeks she kept sending him that quiet longing looks. She told herself it was not her, that he still cared, he was just tired. He even acknowledged that he had been neglecting her, making apologetic comments about wanting to, but just not having the energy, muttering something about thinking of something to keep her occupied. She tried to be patient, engaging in discrete solo play when he was not home to keep the weeds at bay. It wasn’t the same but kept the wolves from the door. Still it was no substitute for having him use her. She desperately missed feeling him inside her, taking his pleasure from her. He was very aware of her habits and did not usually object. Privately she held the opinion that he liked her frequent masturbation because it took some pressure off him.
Then this morning he had surprised her. It had been the first day of her Christmas holiday. He had ordered her into the shower with him and pushed her down onto her knees, pressing his cock into her mouth without any words. He had gripped her hair and used her mouth rough, enjoying the sounds of her gagging and gasping for air. Then he had picked her up and bent her over, taking her from behind as the water ran down her back and into her eyes and nose. She had gritted her teeth and tightened her cunt around him as tightly as she could. He had come quickly and then she had spun around on and taken him back into her mouth, soothing him, bringing him down from his orgasm. She was trembling with her own need but silently told herself that she could finish what he started once he was out the door.
After a while, he stroked her face and looked down at her smugly, “Listen closely, today after I leave for work at precisely 9:00 am you will get out your vibrator and masturbate to orgasm. You will look at the clock and note exactly how many minutes it took you to come. Write that down. You will do this again at each hour for the whole day. If you are unable to come within the hour, you will stay in bed, with the vibrator on your clit until you catch up or I get home.”
She looked up at him blinking. She knew that it would be difficult to do this. She was not readily multi-orgasmic, especially with only clitoral stimulation. Her body had a stubborn streak and would just not come after a while. He was well aware of this.
His next words sent a rush of fear and submissive delight through her, “For every orgasm, you miss that will be a week of no orgasms for you.”
Her breath caught, “None?”
His hand tightened in her hair, lifting her face up, leering down at her. “None, in fact we will start with a week of waiting for that little question, and will add to that depending upon your success or failure.”
She swallowed hard, afraid to say anything more. “Yes Sir.”
She looked at the clock, 8:55. She got out the big hand-held vibrator that plugged into the wall. She knew which one he meant. It was the big one that could be heard just about anywhere in the house when she used it. He liked it because he could tell when she was using it. All others were off limits, reserved for his use only. Carefully taking off her pajama bottoms she slipped under the covers watching the big red numbers on the alarm clock.
At 9:00 she pushed the button and put the vibrating head against her flesh. Closing her eyes she let her mind drift back to the shower, the sensation of his cock so deep in her throat, choking her, the hard porcelain hurting her knees, the way his hand pulled at her hair as he fucked her face. Silently she writhed as the sensations built quickly, when she counted down from ten, remembering his voice in her ear as he so often had done before. Her climax was sharp and short, making her clit pulse against the vibrator.
She looked at the clock, 9:07. That had been quick, but his use in the shower and instructions had left her on edge. He had never spoken of restricting her orgasms before but it had always been a fantasy of hers. In fact he had never so controlled her masturbation before, usually leaving it up to her. The memory of his words, the look on his face as he had said the words had her hot as hell. She stretched and climbed from the bed and wrote down, 9:00… seven minutes.
At 9:45 she got out one of her favorite ‘dirty’ books and opened it up to a favorite scene. He had not said that she couldn’t use a little help getting her head in a good space. At 9:55 the phone rang, his voice was sharp, “Where are you?”
“Um… I was just reading, watching the clock, Sir.”
“How many minutes did it take at 9:00.”
“Hot little cunt today, aren’t you?”
She could not help but grin at his harsh words. He knew how much it turned her on to be verbally humiliated. Her voice dropped an octave, “Yes Sir.”
At precisely 10:00 she switched on the vibrator and started again. His voice over the phone was gloating, “How does that feel?”
Her voice gurgled a little, “Good, Sir.”
His tone was slightly mocking, “My hot little cunt, all the time riding her fucking vibrator. Enjoy it today because you will be missing it later.” And then he hung up without saying good bye.
It did not take much longer, his words echoing in her head, this time she counted down out loud, and right before exploding she groaned out, “Yes.” Opening her eyes she looked at the clock, 10:13. Her cunt ached and tingled and she was happy to pull the vibrator away. She knew it was only going to get harder. As she wrote down thirteen minutes, it never even occurred to her to lie to him.
It seemed like 11:00 came much too quickly. Her pussy was still burning and tired. She stared at the clock and made a pained face as she started. Holding the vibrator she reread the sexy part of her book, putting herself in the extreme scene that had always made her get hot. When she got close she propped up the book and pressed her hand tight against her chest, crushing her breast, tensing her whole body into a hard vibrating arc, fiercely counting down, but when she got to one, she hovered there, grating out the last number over and over, “One! One! One!” The book slid to one side as she groaned out the word, her tone agonized and pleading. Finally, she pushed past the block and came hard, her orgasm shaking her whole body, making her collapse and convulse. She was breathing hard and drenched in sweat when she looked at the clock. Her heart sank, 11:33. Only twenty-seven minutes until she had to start again. She was tempted to fall asleep but she knew that she would probably oversleep and miss noon.
His instructions had been clear. There was no way to skip one and rest. His words had been clear, ‘if you can’t come during that hour, you will remain in bed with the vibrator on your clit’. She knew that starting at noon; she was not going to be anywhere but in the bedroom torturing herself according to his wishes.
She forced herself to get up and walk into the kitchen and got a pitcher of water with a lot of ice in it and a glass with a straw. She made sure to pee and then grabbed the rest of her favorite sexy books and some lube to help with chafing; she stood in her bedroom trying to think what else she was going to need. On impulse, she took two aspirin and filled a wine glass up with her favorite Merlot. She made sure that her phone was within reach. She was pretty sure he would be calling again sometime soon to check up on her.
At 11:55 she stripped down completely nude and on impulse took an ice cube out of the pitcher and chilled her fingers a little and then gently slid her icy fingers over her swollen and aching clitoris. The cold was soothing.
At noon, she sighed and put the vibrator between her legs. She flinched, Jesus, it was more painful than pleasurable. Clenching her teeth and sliding down on the bed she lay there with her eyes clenched closed, focusing on the sensation, visualizing his hand on the vibrator. It was his command that had put her here. Even with him busy and at work, he was there with her. And she was sure she was on his mind too. She knew he had to be looking at his watch, that tight predatory grin on his face as he thought about her here, contending with his commands.
Once the pain faded to a manageable level she clenched her thighs together holding the vibrator in place and began to read, deciding on not worrying about it so much. “Just relax and ride the wave.” Her voice trembled in time with the sensations.
At 12:15 her phone rang. His voice was teasing. “What are you doing?”
She had to swallow before she could talk, “Masturbating.”
He chuckled, “Having fun?”
Her voice quivered a little, but she struggled to sound light, “Oh yes Sir, lots and lots of fun.”
His voice darkened, “Have you missed any yet?”
“No, not yet.”
“How long did the last one take?”
The teasing tone was back, “Not so hot now?”
A little wave of silliness rose up in her, “I don’t know. I think it is starting to smoke down there a little, much more friction and I might just burst into flame.” A small pang of fear shot through her. Sometimes he did not find her little sarcastic statements all that funny. More often than not she ended up regretting the impulsive little jokes. To her relief, he snorted with laughter.
Her voice was a little plaintive, “Sweetheart, Sir, when do you think you are going to be home tonight?”
There was a hint of sadism in his voice, “I don’t know. I have a lot of things to get done here, and there are some guys talking about grabbing some drinks after work. Maybe I will join them.”
She forced the tiny whimper of protest from her voice, “Sir, I did not have time to plan anything for dinner.” Cooking dinner was the one the few domestic things he insisted on. He did not much care if the house was messy or not but he had become very accustomed to having a hot meal waiting for him when he got home.
“Then maybe I will get something before I come home.”
This time she could not help but ask, “But do I have to keep doing this?”
His voice was sharp and hard, a crack of a whip, “Make that two weeks. Question me again and it will be four.” She swallowed down her next question. Oh god, he was going to figure this exponentially. She had not gone more than a couple of days without some kind of sexual satisfaction, now she had at least two weeks and it went without question that there was going to be more. The vibrator was buzzing merrily against her cunt but things were not moving along at all, in fact things were starting to go a little numb.
Her voice was defeated, “Yes, Sir.”
“Get busy, girl.”
Again he hung up without saying goodbye. She looked at the phone for a second. He had never had much patience for little social niceties. He never had much patience period. It was his impatience and stringent ways that had attracted her to him in the first place. It did not take long before his impatience and her craving for his control had pushed the power imbalance in his direction. And each step of the way she began to thrive more and more on his dominance.
She thought back to the first time he had physically punished her, spanking her and then beating her with his belt. She did not even exactly remember why he had punished her but the feeling of surrender; loss of control, had been amazing. It seemed like after that she had always looked at him with trepidation and awe. He had always been important but now his wishes were central to her existence.
The thought of that first beating seemed to wake up her numb and battered nerve endings, making her cunt clench and the feelings of heat and tingling running up her legs. She started to count but to her surprise, the orgasm shot through her before she could reach one, her body almost spastic and uncontrollable. A low sob accompanied her orgasm. Turning she looked at the clock, 12:48. Blinking back tears she dropped the vibrator to one side and reached for a drink of water. After a long cool drink, she lowered the glass with its coating of cool condensation and pressed it to her throbbing cunt.
It felt jarringly cold but so good. She let out a long quivering groan. Her clit was doing this odd, throbbing thing. If felt like it was twitching spasmodically against the cold wet glass.
There was a kind of resignation in her mood and movements when 1:00 came upon the clock. She had an odd boring thought that it was too bad he did not allow a television in the bedroom. She sort of wanted something to do that took less effort than holding a book or focusing on words on a page. The idea of coming or not coming was too hard to think about. Closing her eyes she let her thoughts drift, trying to picture where he was, what he was doing. Thinking about Christmas next week, wondering what he had planned for them to do. She made a rueful face; one thing was sure, there would be no orgasms. Once he said something, he had never once changed his decision. And right now that was beginning to sound not so onerous.
She could tell she was getting sleepy; her body was getting heavy and her thoughts slower. Knowing that he would not accept sleeping as an excuse to stop, she reached down and found her underwear and awkwardly pulled them on. They were form-fitting spandex and helped hold the vibrator trapped against her cunt. The angle was a little wrong but she folded up her pajama bottoms and wedged them under the handle strategically to force the vibrating head against her clit. Smiling at her ingenuity, she flexed her tired hand and arm, lay back down, and let her mind float again.
Before her eyes drifted closed she looked at the clock, 1:34. She mentally shrugged and added a week to her projected fast. She lay there wondering what it would be like. Would it be easy or would she be totally horny? She wondered what it would be like to serve him without any prospect of satisfaction. She was not so worried that she would not be able to do it, would become somehow spontaneously orgasmic. Orgasms were perfectly possible but took some effort and concentration. But what would it be like to have none, none at all?
She shifted a little and the head of the vibrator settled a little deeper into her flesh, sending a sharp pang of agony through her. She winced and blinked a few times but the bedroom seemed too normal, too at odds with her predicament to bear and she closed her eyes once more and retreated deep into her mind.
She was amazed to feel the tension building in her body again, her thigh and belly muscles jerking. It was odd, she did not feel it all that much in her cunt, but somehow the messages were getting up to her brain and her body was trying to respond. Normally she did not find internal stimulation that helpful somehow her cunt felt empty and she wished he was here to fuck her. If he was fucking her she knew she would be able to make it happen again. Experimentally she reached down and slid her fingers into her cunt. She was not surprised to find it hot and very wet. Her fingers were cool in contrast and felt kind of nice. The heel of her hand was pressed down on the vibrator as she tried to force her fingers in deeper, searching for that elusive g-spot.
She had read about it, and once or twice found it, but only after extended sessions when she was too tired to appreciate it. He usually did not bother with her orgasms all that much, demanding she learns to come on his countdown but only as she had masturbated for him, and only engaging in this kind of play on rare occasions. In fact, he seemed to prefer not to come while he used her. He did not have the patience to force her to reach this place like where she was now, very often.
She wished she had a dildo or something huge to shove up there, anything to make the empty feeling go away. She had mentioned perhaps wanting one once. He had said that her vibrator was all she needed, that she masturbated too much as it was and that a dildo would only make her do it more often. She also wondered if he did not like the idea of her having something that obviously phallic. It seemed like his use of her this morning in the shower was days instead of hours ago.
She worked her fingers inside her passage, massaging the inside walls and was rewarded by that deep achy sensation that was so close to needing to pee, but not quite. Softly she breathed out a triumphant, “Yesssss,” and felt her body begin to shake with a pending explosion. This time she did not bother to count her thoughts too clouded to think about anything but the building passion that was threatening to tear her apart.
Normally she was pretty quiet when she orgasmed but this time a loud harsh grunting scream was forced from her lips as she thrust her fingers in as deeply as she could, curling up and jerking with waves of blinding ecstasy. She was mindless, almost howling. It had never been so strong before. The vibrator was still going, compelling her body to writhe along with its demanding rhythms. She blinked and looked at the clock, 2:30. According to his instructions she had to leave it there.
She wailed in defeat, “Oh god, I can’t keep doing this.” But she knew she would. She knew that even if she were unconscious when he got home that the vibrator would still be there, battering her tender parts to mush.
Her hand shook so hard as she wrote the time down that it was almost unreadable. She reached for the glass of wine and slopped a little on the sheets as she took one deep swallow and then a second. There were still some ice cubes floating in the pitcher and she reached in and grabbed a couple and pressed them to her burning cunt. The sudden cold was agony and she let out a hoarse squawk but kept the ice pressed against her tortured flesh.
The cubes melted quickly and she reached for some more, ignoring the wide wet spot forming on the bed under her ass. The handle of the vibrator was getting hot and she carefully made sure that she folded up pajama bottoms were between her and the hot plastic. A tiny hopeful thought that maybe the thing would just wear out intruded into her mind, and she let out a tiny hysterical giggle as she visualized it melting in her hand or exploding.
When the second handful of ice cubes melted she let her hand fall to the side, letting her body sag limp and weak on the damp sheets. She was simultaneously chilled and too hot, her body shivering but at the same time sweating. Keeping her eyes closed she just tried to breathe and relax. Even if he hadn’t been serious about coming home late she did not expect him home before 5:30. Peeking at the clock she saw that it was only 3:14.
Hoping that if it were possible to come again, her body would wake her up, she pulled the sheet over her body and let her mind drift further and further until sleep took her. His weight making the mattress sag and shift was what woke her. Her eyes flashed open to see him sitting on the edge of the mattress looking down at her. Convulsing in guilt she gasped and stammered, “Oh god, Sir…” but he put his fingers over her lips, silencing her. She looked past his hand at the clock. It said 4:30. He was home an hour early.
She became aware that her hips and belly were jerking in what seemed to be an endless series of small agonizing convulsive jerks, her empty cunt clenching and opening spasmodically like the mouth of a dying fish. Her tortured flesh was curiously numb but sharp lances of pain were shooting up from her whole pelvic area. Looking up at his face she reached up and pressed his fingers even more tightly to her lips and then burst into sobs. He reached across to the dropped paper she had been writing on and raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want to try for one more or are you willing to just accept the extra week?”
Her voice was choked, “Oh god, make it stop.”
He pulled the sheet back and looked at the makeshift manner she had used to trap the vibrator in place. When he reached to pull it away, he exclaimed and jerked his hand away as the hot handle almost burnt his fingers, “Shit.” She looked down dully as he used the pajama bottoms to pull the heated item from her panties. He looked a little concerned and quickly turned off the vibrator and dropped it to one side. Quickly he pulled her panties off and spread her legs. “Are you burned?”
Her voice was confused and uncertain, “I don’t know. It hurts but it feels kind of numb too,” She paused, “like when your foot goes to sleep and is trying to wake up, sharp painful tingly numbness.” For the first time she wondered if she might not have injured her cunt.
He frowned and peered closely at her crotch. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down. Her cunt looked swollen and amazingly deep red but she couldn’t see any blisters or bruises. She asked softly, “Sir, would it be permitted to put some ice on it?”
He pushed her back down flat and muttered, “Stay there.”
When he came back he had some burn cream and to her relief an icepack. His touch was amazingly light and tender as he spread the ointment on her skin. His voice was a little gruff, “You should have called me and let me know it was getting so hot.”
The icepack was heavenly and she sighed. “Yes Sir, I guess I should have. I thought that putting the cloth around it was protecting me enough, but I should have informed you.” Then she mumbled, “And it sort of was numb and painful after a while. It was hard to tell if it was too hot.”
He chuckled at her confession, “Your poor pussy was all confused.”
She looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded in agreement. After she stopped holding the icepack against herself, her whole cunt continued to throb and tingle like the vibrator was still there and her clit had this strange tendency to randomly twitch, making her jump and wince.
He made her stay in bed all that evening, bringing her some take out Chinese food to eat. When she begged to be allowed to get up to use the bathroom she was shocked at how much it hurt to pee.
After dinner he made her spread her legs again and closely examined her flesh. Speaking briskly and clinically he commented, “No burns but it looks like it has been used hard.” Then to her dismay, he leaned down and began to gently run his tongue over her tender tissues. She almost reflexively reached down to shove him away, but she stopped herself just in time. This was almost more than she could bear. He hardly ever lowered himself to perform this intimate caress.
He looked up and chuckled at the terrorized expression on her face, his tight sadistic smile on his lips, “Hands and knees, bitch.”
Her eyes grew large as she realized his intent. But she obediently assumed the position, scooting down to the bottom edge of the bed to the place he demanded she take when he chose to use her. He opened his pants and shoved deep into her from behind, taking her hard and fast. Surprisingly it did not hurt as much as she had thought it might, but it still burned and the sensation of the skin being stretched and pulled back and forth across her clit was intense and she found herself heating and warming under his pounding.
He grabbed her shoulders and growled out, “Your cunt is so hot, it’s like fucking a volcano.”
She focused on squeezing as tight as she could on his cock, reveling in his growls and grunts as he plunged into her hard, his hips slapping into her ass. Softly she urged him on, “Yes, hot, hot for you.” When he shuddered and groaned with his climax, she found herself calling to him, “Yes, oh yes,” filled with emotion as she felt his cock flexing deep inside her, filling her with his essence.
He leaned down over her, his voice a little foggy, “You didn’t come did you?”
His voice was a little triumphant, “Good, only six more weeks to go.”
It was the first time I had seen an erect penis and I watched in awe as he stroked it faster and faster until he came. Seeing his body twitch and watching him squirt made my pussy tingle and I reached down and felt how incredibly wet I was. I hurried back to my room and started exploring this new phenomenon. To this day I am amazed that it took me so long to realize the pleasure one can get just touching oneself. Although I know now that I didn’t cum, the feeling of slipperiness as I moved my finger in my crack was incredible. I didn’t insert a finger into my vagina. I didn’t know I could and I really didn’t need to. I must have accidentally stumbled across my clit because, even though I didn’t feel a lump or anything, it really tingled and sort of sent sparks up and down my legs and in my belly.
I have been very lucky to have had 3 older and more experienced boyfriends who have complied with my wish to stay a virgin until I am married (I wouldn’t say they were too happy about it though). I have learned an incredible amount about my own body from guys who have delighted lots of pussies! I guess it stems from my first masturbation experience but I really get stimulated by being with a guy, fondling and stroking his cock but holding off letting him cum until he is about to explode and then watching him finish himself off while I masturbate. Once he has cum, I get him to lie back, I kneel over him and slide my pussy along his cock using the mixture of his cum and my juices as lubrication. I love the feeling of his warm prick between my lips and can move my body so that the head of his cock presses on my clit – just awesome! My excitement builds and builds as I feel him harden again and I can take longer and longer strokes along him. I can get to that awesome level where my pussy starts to throb before he cums again and I explode with the feeling of him pulsing between my lips. I draw myself back so that I can look down and watch him squirt. I know I squirt a bit too but with all his and my juices on him, it is impossible to tell how much!
Sorry, I have rambled LOL. I am a very visually stimulated girl and use a mirror while I am masturbating. I kneel on my bed with a shaving mirror between my knees. I then start stroking my inner thighs and watch the petals of my pussy unfold. It is such an amazing sight, seeing the inner lips start to protrude and then unfold and thicken. I stroke higher and higher and start to push outward on the top of my thighs so I can watch myself opening.
I also pull up slightly and that pulls back on my hood and rubs it over my clit. I get wetter and wetter and when I feel I cannot handle it any more, I move my left hand up to open my inner lips and use my right-hand middle finger (more sensitive and easier to control) to circle my clit.
Sometimes I find that moving my hood back and forth over the head of my clit using my thumb and index finger helps to get my clit even more erect and accessible.
When I cannot take the teasing any more I slip my finger between my lips and then stroke it directly on my clit using a sideways movement of my finger. Within a couple of minutes, I start to feel the tension mount and I slip my index and middle finger into my pussy, curl them round and “walk” them over my G-spot. My whole vagina seems to swell and loosen and as soon as I press on my pubic bone, hot fluid pours out of me. I go back to my clit and after a few strokes, the most incredible feeling washes over me. My pussy goes into spasm and I stop moving to watch my whole vulva tremble and twitch. By leaning back a bit I can actually see the walls of my vagina tightening and loosening and it takes a good minute for the waves of ecstasy to subside.
I have found that “after the play” is stimulating. I gently stroke the tops of my thighs and watch as my pussy slowly folds itself away and the swelling subsides. I have repeated this method for hours and never cease to be fascinated at the way a pussy responds to stimulus. I have never been with another woman but would love to do to someone else what I do to myself and watch her pussy respond to my touch.
Thanks again. I guess you may have to edit this as I have made it a little long LOL!
First I would like to express how much I love to masturbate! And this website has really helped me as well!
The way I masturbate is a bit different. At night, I lay in bed with my covers on top of me. I take of my clothes and massage my lips. I am shaved, so it’s so smooth. Then I stroke my clit. when i am really horny, I take out my electric tooth flosser. I don’t have the floss on it, so it just goes back and forth. I hold it on my clit, and fantasize. I fantasize about my friends and I doing a girl-on-girl three-way, but I’m not a lesbian.
Me and my one friend lay the other girl on her back and play and kiss and suck her breasts. Then we pull down her G-string and kiss her lips. By this time I usually orgasm. When I first started masturbating, I would feel like I was riding a wave and then just exploding. Once I even cried. But now, my vagina just spasms for 10 seconds and stops. I have tried caressing my body, and getting really worked up, but nothing helps…Any tips?
Hi! I’m 21 and have been masturbating for a long time, but my first sexual experience (oral sex/fingering, no intercourse) this spring made me a little bolder in my self-love fun. Today I had a great time–already wet (I love weeks 2 and 3 after a period), and throbbing. Usually, I try to find the nub of my clit and rub, but today I found that rubbing perpendicular across the shaft of the clit, over the clitoral hood, set me writhing. I like to move my legs around, and see how it changes the shape of my vagina. Legs over the head makes it big and open. Today I pressed my legs together and lay on my side–it makes me really tight. Today was also the first time I did clit stroking simultaneously with g-spot stroking. Fun fun fun. I think learning first about what you want is more important than being sexually experienced. I still haven’t had penetrative sex, mostly because I think sex should not just for the body, but a connection on a mind level, too, and I just haven’t found that yet in a guy. Also because I am still a virgin (in a way)–my hymen is still intact, and since I know sex will be uncomfortable the first time, I want to do it with a guy who will care enough to make it a good experience for me. I anticipate getting a clitoral hood piercing–I think it would be a great way to help me personally experience my sexuality and give awareness to what my body can do. I enjoyed this site A LOT! and am really glad I found it. Interesting on a feminist scholar level, and also personally.
I start off by going In my basement and taking my Uncle’s old porno magazine I then go upstairs to the top floor in the middle of the night (when my grandparents are asleep) ….I read some of the stories and I look at the girls spreading their legs and playing w/ their selves. I then strip my
underwear and pants.. then I spread my lips with one hand, then rub my clit with the other. It feels so good…When I orgasm, I like to stop and look at the pictures, then I start all over again.
I also like to get Ice-cubes and run them up and down me. when the ice-cube gets small enough, I stick it in my hot-hole and it feels SO good. Sometimes I use an electric tooth-brush (That I only use for pleasure) and I put it on the highest setting…it is AWESOME…I am 15 and a virgin….I like to go to my friend’s house…and we take turns “playing” with each other….She is GREAT!!!!!
I’m 13 and have been masturbating since I was about 10 my first encounter with myself was with an electric toothbrush. The brush felt so good vibrating against my clit. I usually masturbate by touching and rubbing my clit in different ways, Mmm. I also feel really really turned on when I watch myself in the mirror playing with my pussy.
I too have been masturbating since I was about 19; and I am now almost 43. I have never told anyone about this, because I felt I was probably “not normal” in some way. I have been married for 24 years; and the sex is good. Yet, I truly desire women and that is what I fantasize about when I am masturbating. I love big breasted, plus size, curvy women. I have never had a sexual relationship with a woman–only fantasy.
I only masturbate in the tub. We have a handheld shower that many of you also have talked about. It has an adjustable setting and I use the setting that pulsates the water. I put some liquid soap on my hand and gently rub my vulva and clit, slowly stroking and flicking my clit with my fingers. Mental imagery is very important for me, so I close my eyes and think of another woman gently massaging my clit as my fingers go in gentle circles. Then I put the pulsating showerhead between my legs. Ours is designed so that is has a long cord on it, which allows me to lay on my back with the water pulsing between my legs as I play with my nipples. I use liquid soap once again on my nipples; it is such a slippery and sexy feeling as I begin pinching and tugging my nipples–this makes my clit go crazy! I still have my eyes closed thinking of another woman stroking my clit and sucking my nipples. It doesn’t take long for the pulsating water to do the trick and I am coming like crazy! I have to make myself keep the water between my legs because it can get overly sensitive for a few seconds….but if I do, the rewards are great and sometimes I can come again right away!
I’m a big fan of masturbation and clit stimuli and while I consider myself straight while masturbating I fantasize about women. All of my porn is girl/girl lesbian and I prefer the most hardcore porn available. I have a very close girlfriend and one evening she came over and we were having some wine and chatting girl talk when porno’s came up. She had never watched a lesbian flick so I asked her if she wanted to watch one. Of course she did and I obliged. We were sitting in my living room so I asked her to follow me to my bedroom. We were oddly quiet in the beginning as I tooled around the bedroom while she watched trying to keep myself from becoming outrageously horny. I had never considered her anything more than a close friend and I certainly hadn’t considered having sex with her. Anyway, I became so horny that my panties were soaking wet. When I finally sat down on the bed where she was laying I told her I needed to masturbate and asked her if she would mind if I did it in front of her. She nodded her head without commenting so I stood up and removed my shorts and panties. I grabbed a clit stimulator from my nightstand and laid down on the bed. I usually like to spread my legs wide, rock my hips, and moan when I masturbate but I was afraid of touching her leg so I did my best to stay in my own space. I propped a pillow under my ass as normal and began rubbing my clit with my fingers. My pussy was dripping and the cum was warm and delicious as I transferred it to my clit. I had to start and stop because I was so close to cumming. It felt surreal and I wanted it to last. She was squirming a little bit and I thought she was uncomfortable with my masturbation. The next thing I knew she had wiggled out of her jeans and was positioning herself in a kneeling pose between my legs. She asked me to spread my legs wide and remove my top so she could get in closer and rub my nipples. I did what she asked and helped her put a pillow under herself. She opened her legs really wide and had them around mine so I could see her pussy as I rubbed and massaged myself. I had never been that close to another woman before unclothed and I was fascinated and overcome by how beautiful the experience was. Her clit was swollen and I could see the cum around the opening of her pussy. We were completely in the moment when I had the most explosive orgasm I have ever had. We came so hard the first time. We played two more videos and masturbated for hours. The only thing I regret was not having the courage to put her clit between my lips and suck her to orgasm. I was actually fantasizing about it with her there in front of me but I didn’t want to do anything that would break the trance we were both in. I guess it just felt weird because she was such a good friend and I hadn’t considered her a lover. Anyway, that was the one and only time it ever happened with her but I’m happy to report I finally have had the experience with a woman. It is everything I had hoped it would be. There is nothing like having a clit between your lips and knowing what it feels like for the other person. Divine!
My name is Heather and I’m 20 years old. I stumbled across your site when I was reading up on female ejaculation. I did it once when my boyfriend was eating me out and rubbing my G-spot at the same time. He practically went crazy, it turned him on so much. I have been trying to do it since because I love to turn him on like that, but so far no luck.
Anyway…I enjoyed reading about everyone’s experiences with masturbation. In my experiences with female friends, masturbation is a taboo subject…everyone always denied that they did it, including myself, saying that it was “gross”. Thinking about it now, I bet every one of them has masturbated at least once, if not frequently.
I masturbate at least once a day, if not more. Currently, my boyfriend is living 1500 miles away from me and we have only gotten to see each other every three months or so. I am an EXTREMELY sexual person with an EXTREMELY high sex drive, so this has been very hard for me. When I was living with my boyfriend before he went away to school and we were having sex frequently, I would only masturbate once a week, if that. Now I am up to twice a day…not that I’m ashamed of that whatsoever. I am just one of those people who can have just finished having sex, and want to do it again two minutes later.
I would say I’ve been masturbating since I was about 10 or 11. I just remember one day that I just felt really horny…I didn’t know that was what it was THEN, as I had no concept of “horny”, but having been sexually active both with myself and a partner for years now, I know that’s what it was. I just had this overwhelming urge to touch myself “down there”, which wasn’t a place I ever touched myself except when using the bathroom and bathing. This will probably be funny to all of you, and I think it’s funny too, but does anyone remember those books about reproduction and puberty from the late seventies? They were called “Where Did I Come From?” and “What’s Happening to Me?”. Well, I found the Where did I come From book and went to the page with the illustration of the man and woman having sex. I started rubbing myself down there. I remember the way I did it for a long time was I kind of…folded my outer labia over my clit and rubbed it until I came. It took a long time and my orgasms were never very intense, but to me it felt like heaven.
I’ve used a lot of different things to facilitate my masturbation…one of my grandmother’s particularly racy romance novels, a Reader’s Digest article (lol!), etc. When I was about 13 I started reading a teen magazine that had some stuff in it about masturbation. My mom had a massager…it was a big hand held thing that had this purple rolly ball with nubs on it. I used to roll it back and forth over my clit, over my underwear because it hurt when I just did it bare. Later, I discovered the bathtub trick.
I didn’t start getting into penetration while masturbating until after I had sex with my boyfriend at 17…mostly because I was extremely tight down there and it was painful. But now that I have been sexually active with my boyfriend for the past 3 years, I literally cannot get off without penetrating myself, either with my fingers or a cylindrical object. I have a “personal shaver” that kind of buzzes and vibrates and have used that a couple of times, both on my clit and in my vagina.
Most of the time, I lay on my back with my right leg bent in at the knee and laid flat to the side and my left leg bent at the knee with my foot flat on the bed. Kind of a 90-degree angle looking deal. Most times when I actually get to the point where I want to touch myself, I am extremely wet, aroused, swollen…whatever you want to say. First, I rub my finger around my vagina and spread my wetness around. I run my finger around my outer labia, then around the inner, and around my clit. I kind of flick or tap my clit a couple of times with my fingertip, then dip down and into my vagina. I don’t ever really touch my breasts or nipples as this only feels good to me when my boyfriend is doing it…I get nothing out of it when I do it myself. Sometimes I dig my nails into my inner thighs and drag them down (I am not full-fledged S&M, but I do like my pleasure spiked with a bit of pain…biting, scratching, rough sex, etc.). I continue to do the flick, tap, and finger method. Then I rub my clit with my fingertip in a circular motion, going slow then fast, slow then fast. I slowly build myself up to orgasm this way, and just when I’m about to orgasm…I stop. I guess you have to have really good control of yourself to do this, because sometimes even I can’t resist the temptation to just push myself over the edge! During sex with my boyfriend, I love being teased like that, so I do it when I’m alone as well. I bring myself to almost-orgasm at least five times, more often more, and when I finally feel like I am ready to let myself orgasm, I use my left middle finger to finger myself. I pretend it’s my boyfriend’s penis as I thrust it in and out of myself. Then I start to massage my clit again with my middle fingertip on my right hand and I let myself orgasm.
I don’t know if there is any scientific basis to this, but my theory is, that continually bringing myself to the edge of orgasm several times before letting myself go over the edge creates more blood pooling in the pelvic area. When you finally let yourself orgasm, there is more blood to be released, and hence stronger sensations and contractions.
To anyone who has never “teased” themselves like this before…I STRONGLY suggest it. I used to be embarrassed that I masturbated, but I quickly got over that. Masturbation is a completely normal, healthy activity and anyone who does so is NOT weird, gross, perverted, strange, etc. I can almost guarantee you that EVERYONE does it.
I’m 19 and the best masturbating experience for me was when my parents and I were on holiday and we were staying at a tropical resort. One day they went out and left me alone in our gorgeous tropical hut with a private hot tub. I knew they wouldn’t be back for hours so I decided to get into my brief, sexy bikini (which kind of turned me on!!) and i went into the hot tub. The jets which the bubbles were coming out of were on full blast and I knew that they would be really pleasurable so got in, started to caress my body and pulled down my bikini bottoms, pressing my clit hard on the jets. The bubbles felt amazing and my body was jerking back and fourth against the jets, it was the BEST feeling ever. It was also really good because I didn’t have to pleasure myself using my fingers which causes you to concentrate on what you’re doing but this, this was great coz it felt like someone else was doing it for you but MUCH harder and hotter! When i got out my legs were weak and my clit was tingling with arousal, it was great!! The only problem is I don’t have a hot tub at home so i cant do it all the time, but I made my stay at the resort worth my while as i did it about four times each day!!! I recommend it to anyone who has a hot tub or is going on holiday, BEST TECHNIQUE!!! Anonymous
I think I’ve been masturbating (including orgasm) since I was in the 2nd grade. At this time my sister and our neighbor were in Kindergarten and sometimes when we were unsupervised we would all play doctor. It always seemed the cure for every “ailment’ was a pelvic exam… I remember we would take turns placing the toy stethoscope on each other’s clits and rhythmically moving it. This would actually bring me to orgasm! Now and days I enjoy sitting in front of the computer with my legs spread as wide as possible watching porn (although I’m straight for some reason my favorite is close-ups of pussys and/or clits) as I rub my clit. I love to pull my plump lips as wide open as possible and at times insert a shampoo bottle etc. I will either alternate this with caressing and pinching my nipples or if I really want to come hard I’ll just put a clothespin on each nipple. (Just try it…..) Sometimes I’ll put a clothespin on each of my pussy lips and then pull them open for an even nastier sensation. I’m always trying to find new ways of pussy play!
I am addicted to masturbation. I am 15 and do it several times a day (when possible).
Since I discovered my vulva and clitoris at the age of 18, I have been hopelessly addicted to its incredible ability to control my entire body and mind. I masturbate at least 3 orgasms per day. I simply use my fingertips and pressure from my hand. When I started at 5, I would put both hands between my legs while lying on my tummy. I would push my hands against my coochie and rock my hips back and forth and up and down. I remember how it tingled at first then began to throb. It felt so good. I began to experience orgasms after only the second or third time I did it. That was it, I was hooked!
I do it so often that sometimes I am even masturbating while talking on the phone to guys or my friends. It makes me feel so naughty. I love it! It’s so funny when I have to hold the phone away for a few moments when I cum so that they don’t hear me grunting into the phone. If only they knew.
I remember that, by the time I was 17, my need for orgasm had already become overwhelming. It seemed that nearly every moment that I was alone, my fingers would be in my panties, stimulating my incredibly sensitive clitoris. I would play for as long as it took to eventually make it quiver with an orgasm. Not much has changed since then.
I actually have many difficult days in school, as my pussy gets involuntarily excited throughout the day, in anticipation of me getting home and relieving it. I often find myself squirming awkwardly in my chair, trying desperately to provide my pussy with some sort of frictional stimulation from contact with my panties. I squirm as long as it takes to get pressure to my throbbing clit. I even get so desperate at times that I ask to use the restroom, where I sit down and actually masturbate right then and there. Sometimes that helps, but often it just makes it worse because if somebody else comes into the bathroom I get too nervous to do it long enough to reach orgasm. On those unfortunate occasions I do my best to insert my panties into my crease and spend the rest of the day squirming in my seat.
What was ironic was, when I was little, how us girls used to tease all the boys about their “wieners” and about how we bet that they all played with them. Little did they know that this little girl probably had them all beat.
When I was in first grade I was already obsessed with masturbation. As soon as I got home from school, I would immediately change into something, usually a sun-dress, if I wasn’t already wearing a dress of some sort. This allowed me quick and easy access to my pussy while making it easy to cover myself if I was unexpectedly interrupted. Then, if I could not be alone in my room, I would go to the makeshift “playhouse” that I had created in the corner of our garage. After making sure that I was alone and I was well concealed, I would lift my dress just high enough to get my hand under the elastic waistband of my panties and would commence playing with my pussy… all the while keeping a close eye on the garage door.
Usually, within mere moments my hips would be rocking from the pleasure of my fingers on my bare, smooth pussy lips and hard, pea-sized clit.
I often wondered if I were the only girl in school who did this and if I somehow had discovered something that nobody else knew about. In the back of my mind, I also felt dirty and ashamed. I just had the feeling that little girls weren’t supposed to be doing things like that. However, the payoff was too rewarding and my coochie had already become too accustomed to the routine to stop.
I began wondering if my body were somehow different from the other girls down there, causing me to do this. I remember myself paying close attention to my friends ‘coochie’ when we would undress together to put on swimsuits or something, looking between their legs at their coochies, looking for something different. If they noticed my staring nobody ever said anything about it.
I quickly discovered that, on appearances at least, theirs looked nearly identical to mine. This now had me wondering if theirs felt like mine did and if they ever played with theirs. I later realized of course that most girls’ coochies look pretty much the same at that age and that every girl has a clit.
I badly wanted to tell my friends about my discovery and ask them if they ever played with their coochies, but never did.
However, odd or not, I was hooked and spent countless hours fingering my coochie to orgasm after orgasm. I became an expert at masturbation by the age of 10. I couldn’t help but wonder… “Does it get any better than this?” I had reached the point of amazing control of my vaginal muscles and clitoris. I would love to, and still do, stimulate my pussy to the very edge of orgasm, only to lay and enjoy the throbbing pleasure. I love the feeling, as it quivers in near torturous pulsations. I am usually able to do this 2 or 3 times before I can’t stop it anymore and I cum.
Anyway, I will continue to enjoy what God has given me. Cum one cum all! J
I am 41 years old and love to have my clit rubbed. Many times I will get my vibrator out and turn it on and usually I lay back spreading my legs open really wide. This makes my clit protrude and I get complete access to it. I love the way my clit feels as it begins to swell from my touch. I do this many times a day just hoping someone might knock on the door. Usually, I keep my shirt on. I start to play with my nipples. They are one of my most sensitive spots. I love to tease people ( men and women alike ). If I am expecting a package from my ups guy……..I know when he runs and I usually will start playing with myself a little before hand. Then when I answer the door, my nipples are swollen under my white t-shirt and I can’t help but play with one of my nipples by circling it all the while accepting my package. I won several wet t-shirt contests because my nipples are my best asset. When I am in a bar or lounge…….I usually wear a short skirt without any panties and a shirt without a bra on. I will accidentally drop something and a guy that is around me …usually one I don’t know, will end up picking it up for me. While he is bent down I slowly separate my legs to let my clit breath a little. There is nothing better than to see a guy come up after getting a good look at my swollen clit. Sometimes I have even had a guy nibble on it. After he is already up and interested………I will touch my own nipples and rub on my own clit a little just to tease him some more. Clits are a wonderful thing for me to feel.
I am nearly 21 now and I have been sexually active and fingering my pussy for nearly 3 years. I am bisexual and love to experiment with both boys and girls. I like to sit in the shower and turn it onto pulse stick my trusty dildo in my pussy and start pumping away! I then aim the water at my clit and I cum heavily within about 10mins and if I’m lucky I usually get multiple orgasms. I love the fact that I have a pussy and a Clit and that I have an organ in my body that is designed just to give me pleasure. If I ever get bored of fingering myself i just get another boy or girl to do it for me but that usually ends up in a full-blown pussy pounding!! which includes multiple orgasms and lots of cum!! I love masturbating and I love shagging I just can’t get enough!! xx
I enjoy using a make-up brush. I would lie in bed and use the bristles to rub over my clit while using a handle of another brush to push in and out of my pussy. As I get wetter I would do circles with the brush over my clit until I come.
Once in awhile, I might use my fingers but I usually use household items 😀
My name is Haley, and I’m 24 years old. I recently discovered this site while researching for my sex ed. class. I have been masturbating since I was 18, but I have tried some techniques and they worked great.
The only problem is that my family is very religious, and maybe because I’m not supposed to do that, it makes more fun. I have had boyfriends and kissed and have been caressed by a few guys, and I loved it. But then one of my girlfriends did it and it was more sensational than when my boyfriend did. I’m not sure if I’m lesbian or bi.
I have been reading your site for over a year. I have been masturbating since I was a young girl. I love it! I read to find new techniques as I have tried almost everything.
Something others might want to try is humping the kitchen chair. Mine have knobs on them and they are just the right height so that I can stand and pump. OMG, they gets so juicy.
I use vibrators, fruit, wieners with a rubber. I have done it in my car, at work, in bed, on the sofa…everywhere.
I fantasize about woman. I want to them suck a juicy cunt…mmmm. I want mine sucked and licked and loved. I have this fetish for big boobs. Oh to be sucking on one right now would be out of this world…I am dripping thinking of it.
I am enlarging my clitoris. As I write I have a syringe on my clit. It is somewhat painful but feels good too. I want it to be big. I stroke it like a man stokes his penis an I want it bigger for that reason.
I do have an animal fantasy. I have never tried it but I am willing if the opportunity appears. I am sitting on my porch in my nightgown in the semi-darkness. Out of the trees comes this huge gorgeous Irish setter. He comes before me and his nose go straight to my cunt. He is smelling and licking and his silky hair feels so fine against my legs. I lay back and he licks me and he licks me. I come almost immediately. I am hot for him. OMG it feels so good. I am loving it. I am coming right now as I write this. I pass out from the desire and lust for more. I do not go farther but can’t wait for the next time my friends appear.
I love sex with myself. It feels so good. I do it every day. And I will be doing when I am ninety.
I am 22 and have been masturbating since a was 15. I did not know what it was until I was 22. I did not know anything about the clitoris or the G-spot. I thought I had destroyed what was down there for my life. I found the word masturbation somewhere a few months ago and looked it up in the dictionary. It sounded a lot like what I did alone. Then, when I found this site yesterday, I read about girls who had started masturbating when they where 5 too. And I thought I was the only one!
I am 32 and started to masturbate my clitoris when I was about 18. Before that age I never new much about masturbating until I read a book about the facts of life, and was first touched by a man at 16. Every day, usually before I go to bed I sometimes start by putting on a DVD on, mainly women I like to watch, then lie back with my legs spread and start with rolling my nipples in my fingers and thumb, then I start feeling a bit warm and moist, then holding my labia apart with one hand so I can run my fingers in a circular motion on my clitoris, sometimes I use my vibrator on my G-Spot as well, and fantasize about a woman I had a one-off experience with is watching me and sitting with her legs spread, and saying sexy things to me until I have my orgasm. I share my fantasy with my boyfriend when he comes to see me, and I enjoy him to watch me as well. I haven’t yet spoken on the phone or emailed a woman while I masturbate apart from once a few years ago which was very brief, but I’d like to again if I had the chance to while I have an orgasm, but don’t know if I can through this site. That’s all for now until I go and put my DVD on. Bye.
I experienced my first orgasm when I was in the second grade. I achieved a clitoral orgasm (which is the exact same orgasm I experience now at 36). I masturbated regularly all my life and I believe I may have grown the world’s largest clitoris because of all the extra attention I’ve been giving it. I didn’t experience a clitoral orgasm through cunnilingus until I was about 23 or 24. Because of my partner’s (now my husband) wonderful mouth, my clitoris has grown even more. Now I’m debating whether I should try to profit from my gift.
I am 18 years old. I am a frequent masturbator and I have found that the most pleasurable way for me to get off is in the bath tub. What I do is I set myself right under the faucet. I turn the water on to a comfortable setting and I let it trickle onto my clitoris. I like to increase the water pressure by plugging the sides of the faucet with my thumbs. I let the pressure hit my clit. I moan and come every time. My clit throbs with pleasure. I think its better than getting eaten out. Even when I just think about doing it I can feel my clit getting hard. And sometimes when I think about it, and look at my clit, you can see it already peeking out from under the hood. It makes me so hard and wet.
My name is Kay and I’m 47 years old. I have a slightly unusual way of masturbating, which is actually in full view of a room full of people. There is a certain device at my local gym that is used to strengthen your abdominals, mainly obliques. You stand on two small pedestals while resting your forearms on bars and lean back on a back rest. Then you raise your legs – either straight out or bent at the knee. You do this multiple times, and certain work out pants help the effect more than others (tighter in the crotch). The repetition of the legs moving, rubs against the genitals and creates the most amazing orgasm. I discovered this by accident as I had gotten quite good at this exercise, and I never wanted to stop, so I achieved multiple orgasms.
Hi, My name is Chris and I love your site! I am 24 and I started masturbating when I was about 20 or 11. When I was younger me and a friend of mine would play games that would include having to have “sex” and we would lay on top of each other with our clothes still on and kiss each other. then one day she started rubbing me “down there” and it felt very good! So I did the same to her. We did this type of thing for about a year or so.
Now when I masturbate I love to imagine women having sex with me. I’m in no way a lesbian but the female body if so much more beautiful than the male body. I love this site and sometimes come here and read the stories to get me very horny. Sometimes I even go off right at the computer! Thank you so much and keep up the good work!
I’m 23 years old. I’ve been masturbating for about…6-7 months now. I had started by just penetrating myself with my fingers and seeing how many fingers I could put inside. Then I started using other things. Anyway, I decided to look that stuff up and I found out about orgasm. and…WOW. lol.
Normally I start off laying on my back on my bed at night. Then I put my index finger on my clit and start going in circles. After I’m really aroused and I get all wet, I turn over onto my belly and put my two fingers on my clit and start moving in a kind of humping motion. This is an awesome position cuz not only is it easier to move, if you do it right, you also rub your nipples around and stuff too. This starts to feel really good. Then I’ll start moving my pelvis around in circles. After a while when I feel myself start to reach orgasm I get to the point just before and stop. My body kind of takes over at that point and makes me go over the top.
To anyone out there…I say that masturbating is AWSOME! It makes you feel more in tune with yourself.
I’m 18 and totally addicted to orgasms and masturbation. I do it at least once everyday, average three or four times and once masturbated 13 times in a day, seven of those at the mall, mostly in fitting rooms but once in the middle of a crowded food court with a remote-control vibrating egg. One recent experience still makes me so hot I can’t think about it without masturbating again…
It was early evening and I was in my basement bedroom doing my “homework”. Yeah, right! I was totally naked on top of my bed, legs spread wide, favorite vibe deep in my cunt and approaching a very strong orgasm. I heard a noise, glanced up and there in the open doorway stood my best friend, who had arrived unexpectedly and been sent downstairs by my mom. I was much too far gone to stop and suddenly found the thought of an audience extremely hot anyway. Panting heavily I smiled at my friend Raylene and, without a word, kept plunging the rabbit in and out of my drenched pussy. In a few moments, Raylene had flipped up her halter to expose her titties, which are very like mine, small but with large chronically erect nipples. She had hoisted her denim mini, dropped her yellow panties, plunked in my computer chair and was soon fingering her puss. I couldn’t hold back and exploded in a thunderous cum-a-ton. As I floated back to earth, I watched through glassy eyes as Raylene worked her puss. I was already thinking about my next orgasm as I watched my beautiful friend cum. We still had not spoken a single word but were both smiling widely as Raylene tossed off her halter, unzipped her skirt, dropped it to the floor and stepped out of it as she walked toward the bed. I can’t tell the rest cuz I know this site is only about masturbating.
My name is Alana and I am 29 years old. I have been masturbating as far back as I can remember. I imagine I probably started around the ages of 4 or 5, when I became aware of the actual pleasure I felt when brushing accidentally against my clitoris. when I was younger, I would go hide in a dark, empty room and I would rub my genital against any object in the room until I achieved an orgasm. Nowadays, when I feel “horny”, I pull down my panties, I spread open my lips with my left index and middle finger, in a v shape, directly on the lips of the vagina. With my right index, I go straight to the tip of my clitoris and massage it, sometimes rubbing it gently, and sometimes quite fast. I love to imagine, that either a woman (this really turns me on!)is licking my clit, or any forbidden figure such as a priest. I open my legs, spread eagle and imagine how it looks to have these individuals eat me out. This usually produces great orgasm in me and I feel totally drain after the experience, until I next time.
As a very femme lesbian girl, I really enjoy the feel of delicate materials and lace against my skin. Maybe it only works for me, but I love to wear tights, stockings, and pantyhose, but only the all-sheer ones without the gusset. I’ve always touched myself for as long as I can remember, just because it felt good, but not really knowing why. As it started to feel good, I’d stop, thinking it was wrong, but eventually, I kept going and enjoyed my first orgasm. I was 10, almost 11 at the time. Since then, I could make myself come quite easily. As soon as I’d start to touch I’d instantly start to get wet, and my orgasms always are rather “dribbly”. But I’ve always enjoyed dressing up when I’m alone, just to feel through the materials. I love a frilly, lacy dress… either pantyhose or if I wear stockings I’ll wear sheer unlined panties… a camisole… lace cup bra… slip… and elbow-length lace gloves. I love to slowly feel through the layers, eventually removing them, and by the time I’m almost done my nylons or panties are soaked through. And I usually end up making myself come in them. Especially rubbing and fingering myself with the gloves on. I find that the fabrics hold my wetness, so I can feel it against me. I’m not really into needing objects inside me, but I will use some, depending on my mood. Even if I don’t dress up, I’ll masturbate most days, but I find that the week I’m ovulating, I need to do it more often, sometimes when I wake up, when I’m home from school, then at night. And a lot of the times I’ll come more than once. Those weeks are usually the times I’ll dress up if I’m alone and I know my mom has a long shift at work. Maybe some might find it strange, but if any do, I’d love to hear from you. Jenn.
Okay I have read many different techniques but no-one has written in about this one; I use a pencil, but not in my vagina! I use one of those pencils with and eraser on the end… I lube the eraser and put the eraser into the little space under the hood of my clitoris! I move it twist it turn it and rub it…it is amazing. Give it a try, I guarantee you’ll love it. It will make you orgasm very quickly and most intensely. Its awesome. Enjoy!
Hi I was wondering if there is any way for me to get in contact with any of the girls that have written on the clitoris forum? I’d really like to talk to some of them and maybe share techniques and what not. Reading all the posts on the forum alone makes me so wet they are sooo hot. I love laying down on my bed and spreading my legs wide… I also use an electric toothbrush on my clit and my god it feels SO good… I hold it on my little clit, sometimes moving it around a bit, pushing harder or softer. It really is amazing and I recommend it to everyone. I also use a vibrator at the same time to move in and out of my pussy… I don’t go too fast, I usually start deep and slow, pushing it against my g spot and letting all of the vibrations just consume my body. Sometimes I’ll take out the vibrator and just continue with the toothbrush and use the free hand to play with my tits, tease my self, pinch my nipples gently. I love that. I always end up with my legs bent in the air and as I cum I put the vibrator back in my pussy and move it in and out, sometimes fast or sometimes slow, hitting my g spot so hard, as the toothbrush continues to vibrate on my clit. It feels amazing… I love all the hot juices that my pussy produces as well. Mm. I want to do it right now because this made me so horny!! 🙂 Like Kelly, I also get turned on my lesbian porn, not male porn, even though I am straight. I would really like to get in contact with some of these girls…is that possible? Please let me know. thanks 🙂
Along with many other people, I was really shy to write to you guys at first.I am 24 years old and I started masturbating when I was about 18 or 19 years old. My mom and my sister know that I masturbate, but I am too scared to tell my dad. Anyway, before I masturbate, I find that watching 69 and lesbian porn turns me on and gets me in “the mood”. I love watching people suck and lick pussy. So I watch some of that and rub my clit at the same time. I always rub my clit through my panties when im watching porn, so it doesn’t hurt after.
Anyway, so then later when im really horny, I got a tell my parents im going to “take a shower”. I go to the bathroom, take off all my clothes and get in. I take the showerhead, make it warm, but not hot, and I start out using a pulsating stream of water. Then I switch to a fast and thick stream of water and put it directly on my clit. I find that it makes me cum really fast. While I hold the water on my clit, I think about the porn that I just previously watched and that makes me cum even harder. I think about lesbians licking and sucking each other’s pussies and I cum really fast. When I watch porn, I do it when im the only one home. But, I masturbate in the shower all the time at least once a day. I try to suppress my orgasms as much as I can, so no one can hear me, but they still are pretty loud! Well, my dad should be home any minute now, but I just wanted to share with you my technique!
Funny how natural things such as this are so highly tabooed in our society isn’t it? Apparently anything that feels good must be bad, according to some people. Anyway, my name is Rachel and I’m 19 years old. I’ve been masturbating since I was 16. I was always “aware” of my genitalia but I never really knew what it was for (I didn’t even know what the vaginal canal was or that I had one until I accidentally discovered it after my first period)
I remember just laying there on my bed and spreading my legs apart and rubbing myself. I had never heard of orgasm and when I had my first one, I wasn’t sure what had happened. I just knew it felt so good and there was no way I wanted to stop. My sister has always been a masturbator too, she’s two years older than I am, and we’ve accidentally walked in on each other before, in fact, we have masturbated together in the same room, never touching each other, but it’s like a bonding experience and I’m sure that we aren’t the only sibs that do or have done it.
My best friend of over ten years confided in me a few years ago that she masturbates too, and I have had a few experiences with her, and we’ve gotten each other off. I don’t consider myself a lesbian, or even remotely bisexual, but there’s just something about another aroused person in the room (other than a sibling) that really makes you go wild I think. We eat each other out occasionally and finger, but what I most like to do is watch her rub her clit while I rub mine. We are very close friends, and I expect us to remain that way.
Debbie – Age 32
Hello. I absolutely adore your site, and I would like to share my story. I guess you could say I am lucky: I found my clitoris when I was sixteen years old. My parent’s bathtub had a detachable showerhead, one with a setting that pulsed a stream of water. One night, when I was rinsing my lower half, I felt a tingle when I held the stream on what I would later find out is my clitoris. It began to feel good, so I kept it there. I shortly felt a heat in my toes that began to sweep up my legs to my head.
As a perfect complement to a wonderful sex life with my husband, I make time to masturbate almost daily. I still use the shower method, but sometimes I need to feel my body (I love how my clit and lips feel to the touch), the softness, and the warmth. I’ll start a fantasy, slowly tease my nipples, then pulling my outer lips. I use two fingers on my right hand (index and middle) to circle my clit while penetrating my vagina with two on the left. When I feel the orgasm coming, I’ll add a third finger. I still get the heatwave, only now with explosions deep inside. Thank God for multiple blended orgasms!
My mother was also very open with me about sexuality and the female body. We began having “talks” when I was ten. She showed me her body, where everything was (using the real words), what it was for, that masturbation was totally normal and healthy. As I began developing around 11, it was such a relief to know what was happening was normal and what to expect. Reading the other stories, I realize how lucky I was. I plan on teaching my own daughter the same way.
Thank you for letting me share, and everyone out there keeps masturbating!
I can’t remember how old I was when I discovered masturbating. I can remember when I was 19 and my boyfriend left for the Marines. I was lying in bed one night thinking about him and I got this warm feeling in my pussy that was unbelievable! It starting throbbing. My room door was closed. I sat up in bed, spread my legs apart and started rubbing my clit. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt! I rubbed it for at least 30 minutes. I felt the sensation to cum, but I would stop rubbing so the feeling could last longer. Finally, I came and it was out of this world. I masturbate quite frequently. My favorite position is to lay flat on my back with my legs spread wide apart and knees up. I rub my nipples with my left hand (sometimes I lick them), and I rub my pussy with my right. I like to tease myself at first. When my pussy is nice and wet, I take my first 2 fingers and rub my clit. I like to fantasize about a guy I like when I do it. I fantasize about him standing over me and I’m giving him a blow job while I rub my clit. My orgasms are super-intense when I do that. I am a married woman, but I LOVE to masturbate. It makes me feel very sexy and erotic. I’ve done it in the shower, but lying flat on my back is my favorite. Just typing this is making me think about it and I’m a bit wet now. Time for some self-enjoyment!
I started masturbating when I was 17. At that age, penetration felt the best to me so I used to find ways to satisfy that craving. Most of the time when I masturbated, I would be in the shower or locked in the bathroom. I loved using the detachable showerhead to get myself worked up. I also found certain objects that I could insert inside my pussy and use to mimic the thrusting of a penis since I was still a virgin at the time. I would always get very excited and breathless using these techniques, but I never had a true orgasm this way. Unfortunately, I never paid much attention to my clit when I was that age and all through my teenage years because it always felt way too sensitive to manipulate with my fingers or anything else.
When I was a teenager, I had my first “wet dream”, which is what I would find to be several years later, a “true” orgasm – only in my sleep! I never seemed to be able to put two and two together or have enough patience when I masturbated, as I got older, to accomplish a real orgasm. What I felt was what I perceived to be an “orgasm” at the time. I still had the “wet dreams” from time to time, but it wasn’t until my late 20’s that I finally figured out on my own, that there must be something else to my masturbation – that these spasms originating from my pussy that I had in my dreams and awoke to, were the most fantastic sensations I ever had. At age 27, I finally got determined enough to find the patience and technique that made me have one of those fantastic orgasms through masturbation. I feel silly saying this now, but it was like a very big eye-opener for me, being 27 and FINALLY figuring everything out! Here I was, been married and had a child by the time I was 27, but never had a real orgasm.
Needless to say, I was like a horny teenager all over again! And I worked quite often to perfect the technique and my response and found that all I had been lacking before was the right intensity of sensation and LOTS of patience. My first orgasm occurred with a rather large body massager that I used between my legs on the outside of my labia so as not to have too much direct contact with my clit.
One thing to note here. I have had juvenile Type I diabetes since I was age 10 so with my diabetes going on 20 years by the time I was 27, I often wondered, and still do, about the neurological effects of the disease on my body. I was thrilled to have finally had my first orgasm at age 27, but I often still wonder if I had been much more sensitive in my earlier years and just didn’t know how to harness that energy into an orgasm.
I’m almost 31 years old now and my technique over the past 4 years has improved very much even taking into consideration some slight decrease in sensation in my clit from time to time because of diabetes. I found that I love to have another dildo, preferably one that vibrates, inside of me while I use a smaller, hand-held body massager on my clit. I use lots of lube to keep everything very slippery and wet and I usually like to perch my legs over the top of my headboard on my bed so I can spread them wide open as I masturbate. I use a pillow against the base of the dildo to help keep it inside of me and I can move and rotate my hips gently to mimic penetration and hit my g-spot as I use my hand-held massager on my clit. The massager has a small, smooth rounded tip on it that feels exquisite on my clit and the hand-massager is a plug-in model so I don’t have to worry about the batteries wearing out as I masturbate. I love to vary the pattern of the way I move the tip of the massager (which I’ve nicknamed “Tink”) over my clit to suit the sensations I feel coming from my pussy as I contract my vaginal walls around the shaft of the dildo over and over again. I always hold the hood of my clit wide open with my fingers to help keep my clit exposed and I slide the tip of Tink up and down, from my clit to my pussy, then around my clit in tiny circles and sometimes I gently hammer my clit with the tip of Tink as I’m getting closer to my orgasm. It takes me a good 10, sometimes 15 minutes to finally build up to the climax that usually drives me over the edge and into a wonderful orgasm. There is a rash of heat that starts at the top of my head and goes to the tips of my toes as my orgasm begins rocking my pussy with spasm after spasm and for a good 5 seconds, I’m somewhere else, deep inside of me, riding that wave of ecstasy, my hips thrusting against the dildo sliding in and out of me.
I find that I need to concentrate pretty intense on the sensations that I’m feeling, but with my eyes closed, I’m usually picturing being with another woman or having a couple of men and my husband pleasing me at the same time or certain pictures I’ve seen of very erotic scenes. It all depends on what kind of frame of mind I may be in.
The possible side effects of diabetes on female sexuality are mentioned on the Disabilities page.
Hi there, my name is Rosemary. I am a 35-year-old divorced female 5.10 in tall and weigh 58 kg, dark hair and blue eyes. I do not quite know where to start with this one. I have been reading about peoples experiences and thought I may share some of mine with your. First of all I must let you know that I am a total exhibitionist and voyeur, I also enjoy sexual pain and find that it really brings on a strong orgasm. I discovered this when I had my nipples pierced; the feeling nearly made me cum it was an amazing discovery. I love to perve and be perved at, so whenever I am feeling horny I will wear something really sexy or go to the beach and lie there and watch the guys looking at me, I find being admired and looked at gets me so turned on. I have teased guys all over in public places, on the train, in the movies, at work, walking in the road, even while trying on clothes in a department store, but I find the beach really gets me turned on and when I eventually feel myself it is an amazing experience. I often do not even make it home and masturbate in the car or the toilet on the beach. If you would like to hear of some of my experiences I would be glad to share them with all.
I have been masturbating since I was about 11 and find that I now do it at least once a day. As I have explained I am into a bit of pain so my technique may not be everybody’s cup of tea. When I get home after the beach or from work and I am feeling real horny I take a nice hot shower and let the water jets tease me all over. I then go lay on the bed and slowly start to play with myself and think about the fun I have had teasing the guys that day. Once I am wet and cannot take much more I get out my selection of vibrators. My favorite one is a very big one and a smaller one that feels like the real thing. I put a little KY Jelly on the small one and insert it into my bottom and the large one I insert into my pussy. The feeling is amazing, you can actually feel them rubbing against one another. Now this is the part that not everyone can do. I did say that my nipples are pierced. I take elastic bands and attach them to my nipple rings to that I have a pierce of elastic attached to each ring. I then get out my fastest vibrating dildo. Lying back on the bed I turn on the two vibrators that are in my bum and pussy, making sure they do not come out by pushing my foot up against them. I then turn on my third vibrator and put it on my clitty. With the other hand I grab the pieces of elastic and pull them up towards the ceiling, this gives me the most unbelievable feeling of pain and ecstasy one can imagine. Lying back fantasizing about what I have been up to that day, my whole body is vibrating in all its most sensitive places. It takes about a minute for me to orgasm but it is so intense that I sometimes squirt, but that is something I have no control over. The pain and the pleasure just take me over the edge. I know that this will not be everybody’s cup of tea but I wanted to share with you my technique for masturbating. If you would like me to write and tell you of some of my other masturbation experiences please let me know.
The pleasure many women experience as a result of intense or painful nipple stimulation is often the result of the chemical and electrical connection that exists between the nipples, brain, and pelvic region, and is mentioned on the page about breast anatomy.
I thought I’d give you one of the ways I masturbate since it’s probably a bit offbeat and unusual, but here goes. I’m a bit of a sadomasochist and have always experimented with pain for pleasure since I was a little kid. My favorite kind of pain is sharp and stinging, I started scratching myself as a kid because I had terrible, chronic back pain. The dull, muscular pain disappeared when I was experiencing sharper, more stinging types of pain, so over a period of time, I found I could only experience pleasure when this sharp pain was present to take away the dull ache.
What I do sometimes is I take off all my clothes and kneel on my bed. I run my hands all over myself and massage my breasts. I really like to have a mirror in front of me to watch myself, this really gets me off! When my hands are stroking myself I like to occasionally dig my nails in and scratch hard enough to hurt, but not enough to break the skin or make me bleed, just surface scratching and pinching. I pinch my nipples and because I have large breasts I can bring my nipples up to my mouth and suck them and bite them – damn that feels so good! Sometimes I hold one nipple in my mouth while the other hand strokes over my pussy just gently. I like to shave my pussy so it feels smooth and slippery when it gets wet; it’s such a turn on! When I get pretty wet I put clothes pegs on my labia until there are three on each side, and I can lower myself so that the pegs touch the bed and hold my pussy lips open for my fingers to rub up and down and over my clit, which is pretty big because of steroids I took when I used to weight-train. This makes the pegs grip my labia and pinch on them and each time I feel it pinch I suck my nipple and put two or three fingers into my pussy. Then I get my anal dildo and make it all wet with the juice from my pussy and just when I start to get really hot I slowly slide it into my ass and rest the base of it on the bed so that I can move up and down and hump it like a dick. Sometimes I like to have two dildos to hump – one in my ass and one in my pussy, and then I take the pegs off my pussy and the skin’s dented where they were and when I rub over it with my fingers it’s sometimes so sore it makes me wince, but it’s so sexy to spread all my warm juice around. Sometimes I like to spread it onto my nipples and lick it off them. Once I start humping those dildos, licking and biting my pussy-flavored nipples and rubbing my clit it doesn’t take long for me to cum like a maniac! I leave the anal dildo in and lie down on my back, rubbing my breasts with my wet fingers until I start to breathe slower again, then I take my vibrator and switch it on low and rub it over my labia. Pretty soon I end up turning it up and if I press down onto my clit with it I get another orgasm in a couple of minutes. For me this is the best way to while away half an hour or so!!!
When I masturbate I do it in the shower. I have a detachable showerhead so I take that down and put directly on my clitoris. I set it on the highest speed and the second it touches my clit I get this overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Then I fantasize that a woman is giving me oral sex and then I orgasm and its the most intense feeling ever. You should really try the shower method.
After reading all of these glorious stories, I decided I needed to take myself to the bath and treat my throbbing clit to a water treat. It took me a couple of minutes to get into the right position, but once I did, and the water began its licking massage, I began to breathe faster and I could feel a climax building. Usually, once I feel it build, I cum quickly, but the new sensation with the water, seemed to be suspended. The buildup was incredible!!! I came so long and hard, the pleasure was exquisite. Afterward, my heart was just pounding and my legs could barely support me once I stood up. Thank you ladies, for giving me a new idea to pleasure myself with. There is one way I make myself cum, that I haven’t seen here yet, and some of you may laugh, and that’s ok, but you must try this…it’s an amazing cum….unlike no other. I love anal, vaginal and clitoral stimulation, so one day, I was going through my tool/junk drawer, looking for a magic item to satisfy the lusty and horny cravings of my anus and vagina, simultaneously, without much effort. Voila! I found a brand new pair of long-handled pliers with silicone covering on the handle grips. I took them out of the package, washed the handles thoroughly with hot soapy water, and ran excitedly upstairs to my bed, with my brand spanking new toy. I lay on my back and I took my lubricant and let it drip on my clit and anus, then I applied more to the handles…. One handle was a bit shorter than the other. I inserted the longer handle in my very hot and throbbing pussy and the other shorter handle slipped quite naturally into my ass. I almost came right then, but I wanted to hold off. I knew I hit the jackpot. I began by massaging my clit with my finger and could feel it getting hotter and harder. As I rubbed my clit with my right hand, my left hand moved the smooth handles in and out of my pussy and ass, simultaneously….effortlessly. Three sensations at once…just amazing. The handle in my pussy rubs my g spot in the perfect place, the handle in my ass was small enough not to hurt and hard enough to let me feel where it was. I have NEVER had such an intense orgasm. Sometimes I can come in less than a minute and it lasts for almost a whole minute. For those of you who cannot come while lying on your back, I suggest you try this technique. I wash the pliers very well when I’m done and put them back in the drawer, and when I see my boyfriend using them to do odd jobs around the house, I get very aroused and he hasn’t caught on yet why I jump his bones when he uses them.
I have been masturbating since I was 13 or 14. I had a friend (and still have her as a friend) who I discovered it with. We would play doctor and she would play with my vulva and clitoral area, and vice-versa. Later (about 15-17) we would hump each other. We decided to stop doing that after a while. When I was 8, we were playing truth or dare, I dared her to lick me “down there”, and I had my first experience of oral sex. We are older now and masturbate frequently together and touch each other. Last night, we had a sleepover and we played truth or dare. We had to be quite and stay in her bedroom, so I did some of these things which I will have to try at home soon: I rubbed a cold water bottle against my vulva area, I put a shirt in my panties and rubbed against a bed pole (She has a canopy bed so I kind of humped and rubbed the pole), and I humped my leg. I found out last night if you pretend that you are already having an orgasm, it really intensifies it.
When I do not have her to give me idea’s or she is not there (so we can’t touch each other), I have two ways: 1.) I have a bathtub with jets so I throw my legs over the side of the bathtub and hump the water from the jet as hard as I can. When I am about to orgasm I turn it off (it gives me orgasm within 3-5 minutes if I continually hump the water). I relax for a minute and then I go back to humping the water as hard as I can. 2.) I lay on my bed and call my dog up with me. I pull down my panties and play a little bit with my clitoris (pulling, rubbing, etc.) so I am wet. My dog really likes the juices and so he just laps them up. Although it takes a while to orgasm this way, it is really intense.
I absolutely love your site and would love to have my message posted on there; it would be such an honor. I believe that masturbation should become part of school education so all children can enjoy it and it shouldn’t have such taboo on it in our culture, it is a great and amazing thing
Regardless of our personal feelings toward the subject of humans having sex with animals, a few girls, teens, and women do engage in this activity. I believe most have witnessed a dog stick their inquisitive nose between a girl or woman’s legs and sniff her vulva through her clothing, and this is sufficient to peak the curiosity of some. Right or wrong, it happens. In this case, she has always been very sexual and intuitive, from an early age, and is not significantly controlled or inhibited by social mores or peer pressure. Her girlfriend is equally sexual and supportive. While perhaps unusual, she is not abnormal.
My name is Olivia and I wish to share my masturbation technique with others.
I am 23 and have been masturbating since I was 17 (much older than most here) and have become an orgasm freak.
I need to orgasm almost every day and some days more than just once.
My usual method is to hold my clitoris between my first and second fingers gently stroking upwards and downwards, this tends to move the hood of my clitoris in much the same way as a foreskin on a male penis.
By gently rubbing with my clitoris between both my fingers and gradually adding more pressure I have unbelieveable orgazms and sometimes can have several by inserting the finger of my other hand into my anus just as I am about to climax.
Love reading others’ experiences here.
Wish I could find out if others get the urge to also masturbate on a daily basis??
I am 19 now and I love to masturbate. I remember masturbating starting at a very young age like about 14 or 15. I believe I first realized about masturbating from my older brother, I was like 4 and he was like 6, he use to grind against me and stuff so I started to touch myself and learn how to make myself feel good. I have many memories of being really young and having sexual experiences with other very young kids. Like this one time I remember I was like 8 and 3 of my girlfriends were at 1 of the girls house, we had her parents porno on and we said that we were going to make a porno. The girl had a baby bottle and stuck it in her pants and we all took turns humping her. Well I’m not sure if this makes me a lesbian or something but I am still attracted to girls and I would love to have an experience with another girl but I still feel weird about it all. I even get crushes on other girls, but I still love boys a lot also. Anyways this is supposed to be about masturbation so the way that I masturbate I don’t like to penetrate myself, I always do it with something soft like a stuffed animal or pillow and I just grind against it or rub it around my clitoris. I cannot have an orgasm just using my fingers for some reason. Most of the time I like to watch one of my parents porn tapes or I fantasize and look at my body in a mirror. I have never had an orgasm with someone else, I have been eaten out by two boys but I can’t get comfortable enough to just let myself go. I don’t think I will ever probably have an orgasm with a boy.
My name is Tracy and I am 34 years old. My first memories of masturbating were from the time I was about 16 years old. I would literally hang on the door of my bedroom with my legs wrapped around each side of the door and my hands each holding onto the handles of the door. I would lift my body up and ride up on the thin side of the door, moving up and down. I loved the sensations that would happen and I think this is probably when I had my first orgasms. I also used to face the jet bubble of a pool and with my arms hanging onto the sides of the pool, resting on my upper arms and elbows I would place myself and my pubic bone area right by the jet bubble, when it would get too strong I would move away slightly and just have the more gentle feeling of the bubble massaging the area. I loved to do this and I suppose I must have cum from this, even though I do not remember that exactly. As I got older I became more aware of the fact that masturbating was not something looked upon as good and I started doing it more in secret. I did the same as the door hanging thing, but with closets. I needed a closet that had shelves coming out from a closet “wall” at about shoulder height and I would hoist myself up, resting my elbows on the shelf and ride the closet wall. It was tiring and I often had red, indented marks on my arms from pushing against the closet shelves for so long. I definitely remember cumming from this.
I think that my present way of masturbation started when I was a teenager, but I don’t remember how or when exactly, but I know for sure it is one of the greatest sensations. I love to lie on my stomach and slide my body up and down, as well as forward and back. I start slow and I like to feel the tip of my clit rubbing against the floor or the bed. As I start to play mind games, the sensations get stronger and I start to go a bit faster and harder. I call this rubbing and I cum from it pretty much every time.
For me, the best part of masturbating is that I can only do it with permission from my husband, who is by my choice and total consent, my Master. This means that even if I am very horny and turned on, I have to hold back and just feel the throbbing of my vulva and cannot get relief — but when I do get permission, and I am free to relax and allowed to let the feelings take over, then it is just the most satisfying experience. The mind games I play to get very turned on are a part of the way I have chosen to live my life and the reality of my life enhances it very dramatically. I am a submissive wife in a full-time D/s (Dominant/submissive) relationship. I am happily married to my Master and we have four children under the age of 10. I gave myself to Him and submitted my life to him a few years back and we have been working on the relationship for a few years now. There have been periods of time when my role as a submissive wife has been more in the background, but the reality is always there. Recently we again decided to turn up the heat and moved into a heightened mode of this lifestyle. What it means is that I have no control in my life. Only what my Master allows me to have control over, which is basically running the house and seeing to the daily needs of the children. Any and all decisions have to be talked over with my Master first and he gets to decide in the long run. This includes how I pleasure myself and when. I am allowed to ask permission to cum, and in fact am encouraged to want to. I am allowed to ask, or to beg, to masturbate. I must always keep in mind though that my Master might say No and then I need to just stifle the feelings and wait until another time. Being a submissive wife and having given all control over to my husband and Master turns me on tremendously. He owns me, body and soul and I love that I am his. I admit to feeling resentment now and then and feel this is my biggest downfall as a slave wife. I am fortunate to have a loving Master who is patient and is helping me get over these resentful moments. Not being able to masturbate when I want, to have to ask permission to do it, or, on the other hand, to have to do it on demand even when I am not in the mood, all makes the whole experience very much more sexy. My body and its natural sensations are not mine. I am owned and kept and I must obey. This reality just heightens the level of love (and horniness!) in my marriage. I hope it remains just like this forever.
Hi, my name is “Maddy” and I’m 19 years old. I used to associate masturbation with boys and their friend, “rosey palm.” I thought It wasn’t okay for me to do it. It seemed dirtier. Then I read about your website in Glamour magazine. Thank goodness for that! I realized it’s okay for me to do it. My method is to bunch up a sheet, a blanket, and a pillow and ride them like a mechanical bull with one leg standing on the floor, the other kneeling on the bed. I experience a wonderful sensation, but then it sort of stops. (I’m also watching the sex parts of 40 days and 40 nights while I do this) I did experience my first clit erection tonight but it scared me a little. I’ve tried vaginal penetration but I don’t feel anything, or I take the object out because I’m afraid of it getting stuck up in there. (Wouldn’t that be embarrassing:( ) I hope I will read more things to help me. (You can use this on your website)
I am 54 years old and have been married 26 years. I masturbate because it feels soooo good and I love to have an orgasm.
I masturbated one time and that was years ago and it felt good but because I felt it was unnatural and wrong (this was due to my very religious upbringing) I did not do it again until recently. I was in the shower applying salt scrub to my body. While rubbing it on my body I got aroused and started fingering myself. It felt so good that I got out of the shower, I laid down on the floor and tried it again. I love it. I love it so much that I have been masturbating 4 to 5 times a day. I can’t wait for my husband to go to work and leave me alone to enjoy this new found desire.
I want to add that my husband is a very good lover and eats pussy like nobody’s business. Last night he watched me masturbate and really got off. I have not told him I have been masturbating daily. I’m not sure how he will react if I tell him how many times a day I have been doing this.
I love your website and have been reading it daily. It is informative and has answered most of my questions about masturbation. I have not read that anyone masturbates as many times a day as I do. Is it unnatural to masturbate so many times a day?
I have masturbated on and off since I was 16 years old. But I’ve only had two methods of masturbation give me an orgasm.
The first is with a pillow, when I am naked I kneel down with it between my legs and then grind up against it and bounce up and down until I climax.
The second is with vibrations, I used to use my electric toothbrush and put the head against my clit. Recently though I got a pocket rocket type vibrator which workes wonders and is the fastest way for me to have an orgasm.
Hi all, My name is Nancy, I’m 26 years old and I explored this beautiful site while searching online. This website of your’s/our’s (I should say) is a wonderful awakening for ladies who are looking for the right education in the field of sex. Masturbation, as explained here is a phenomenon which relieves body from all sort of tensions and eases the soul to a greater extent.
My way of masturbation is a bit hard and different from others because it involved only mind and a fair degree of exercise which I follow from my childhood days. As I’m an exhibitionist, I open my curtains for others to explore what I’m involved in at that moment of time (mostly ladies). I open my clothes before a full-length mirror in my room and start generating images in the back of my mind about 8-10 beautiful naked women teasing me with their orgasm and after that they pee on me and drench me in their pee simultaneously. It gives me a pleasant sort of right between my legs. Thinking this way enlarges my nipples and broadens my vulva, which becomes wet and throbbing for penetration.
Before all this, I use to drink a lot of water and while I’m aware that I’ve a longing for pee, I start my masturbation. I lie on my cool floor, all naked and open up myself as far as I can. While the pressure is generated in between my legs both from an urge to pee and simultaneously a throbbing for penetration, I start my brain exercise. I open the flow of my pee to come forward enough to the vaginal openings and maintaining my fantasy, I start dripping my vaginal juices plus a spoonful of pee both originating at a time and let it trickle down to my anus. Oweeeeeee it gives me a perfect hardon from inside and I restrict and go the flow slowly n slowly. Every inch of my body craves for my touch but I refrain from doing it , instead stimulate my mind to explore from within my sensual parts. The warm juices which come from my vagina mixed with my pee kiss my anus gently for shorter period of time and again and again. By restricting and letting go my fluid thro’ my cunt for long duration (approx 50 minutes I use to hold on) makes me cum in loads and loads. This relaxes my body and soul from deep within.
Ladies, please note: There is a muscle in between anus and vagina which can be tensed and relaxed. If by any means you can take care of this, you can enjoy my masturbating in full length. All you’ve to do is to keep this muscle “tensed and relaxed” while at work or in shower or finally maybe while you were peeing. it’s a kind of sensation and generates pulses which has a longer-lasting effects. Sometimes I use my hands (for first time) and open up my anus, so that the warm juice of mine trickle inside and elongates pleasure. 🙂
Another method involves all those things (hand, tongue, dildo etc.) mentioned by others. This time the exception is about using tap water and a extension shower hose which must be small enough so that it can be inserted in your anus without doing much harm (as it all depends on you to a certain degree). I get naked, explore my body just like others and while I’m exploring and generating tension in my cunt, I put my shower on and insert my hose in my anus, letting go the water inside to a certain degree and stop the knob when I feel it is sufficient inside. Tap water or sometimes cold one work wonders for me.
I think their is nothing wrong in involving an exploring whatever means necessary for a blasting orgasm and complete mental satisfaction, but about this act, I’m not too sure for this is going to harm me or not?????? I’m confused about this act of mine and maybe need an explanation from anyone in this website. These two effects have become one of my daily necessity and can’t live without it. If you want to enhance your pleasures a bit wild then massage your body with your pee first. This will give you the smell of your hormones and stimulates you for more and mmmmmore excitement. If you are playing along with your friend (usually another woman) then go for a massage with her pee. This is mind blowing erotic. Even the taste and smell of your own body intensifies your quest for orgasm. chow 🙂
The injection of plain water into the rectum and colon, an enema, is not harmful unless it is done frequently or if large amounts of water are used, as then it may cause problems with the body’s chemical balance. You can also affect your core body temperature. There are women who find enemas very erotic and that they enhance their orgasms, perhaps because of the increased tension in the body. For more information about enemas please see Tristan Taormino’s Anal Advisor section.
Urine and urination can also be an erotic activity. It is through urination that many discover their genitals and the sensitivity of them. Urine and urination is a part of many women’s sexuality, in part because urine passes through the clitoral structures and the female prostate gland, or G-Spot. There are women who enjoy sexual activities when their bladder is full or when they release urine. It is my understanding that urine and urination plays a part in the mating rituals of many species. Urine is not harmful if you are healthy and do not have any diseases that may be transmitted through it.
I love to masturbate in front of a mirror so I can see how my pussy and breasts react to the stroking. As I keep stroking my pussy gently I can see the tips of my breasts start to swell until they stick out and up from my chest. My pussy lips in the mirror turn bright red and begin to swell, I love the sweaty scent of my aroused wet swollen pussy. As I continue to stroke my pussy harder, I can see my clitoris swelling under my pussy lips, as I pull my pussy lips back and look really close I can see the tip of my clitoris sticking out of my hood and contracting almost like a beating heart. At this point I’m at the point of no return, I’m almost panting like animal and I can feel my heart slapping against the wall my chest like a rock hitting my chest, I’m a woman in good shape but with low body fat and my ribcage is well defined and as I look down at my ribs I can almost swear I can see the tip of my heart slapping between my ribs with each beat I’m so aroused. I start to convulse wildly during orgasm and my heart feels like its going to explode in my chest its beating so hard and fast. Cindy age 24
I started to masturbate when I was about eight years old. I would get on my teddy with nothing on and rock back and forth until I cum. Finally, when I entered middle school I had sex ed and found out that it was my clit I was rubbing and not my vagina that brought me to my peek. I then started to use my fingers. After losing my virginity in high school then I started to masturbate with objects like bananas and anything else I could find. My boyfriend loves to fuck me and have me play with myself, this turns both of us on. But my favorite way to masturbate is to rub my lips and the opening of my vagina gently until I’m soaking wet and leave my clit for last is the best.
My name is Olivia and wish to share my masturbation technique with others. I am 23 and have been masturbating since I was 13 (much older than most here) and have become an orgasm freak. I need to orgasm almost every day and some days more than just once. My usual method is to hold my clitoris between my first and second fingers gently stroking upwards and downwards, this tends to move the hood of my clitoris in much the same way as a foreskin on a male penis. By gently rubbing with my clitoris between both my fingers and gradually adding more pressure I have unbelievable orgasms and sometimes can have several by inserting the finger of my other hand into my anus just as I am about to climax. Love reading others experiences here. Wish I could find out if others get the urge to also masturbate on a daily basis??
I personally start by looking at your site or other pics or stories that get me turned on.. When I fell wet down there I go to my room and lock the door I go to my bed take off my clothes and start by gently rubbing my clit then I get harder and harder and flip over to my stomach where I fantasize usually about a group of girls masturbating together…Although I’m not gay and have a very serious relationship with my boyfriend, there is just something about this that turns me on. I thrust my pelvis up and down as I continue rubbing my clit, occasionally I’ll slip a finger or two into my pussy or finger my butt, this adds to the climax until I finally burst !! Its great !! Another point I’d like to add is to all of you gals that haven’t been able to experience an orgasm with a partner…hang in there! I just had my first with my boyfriend the other day, it takes a lot of time and lots of communication tell him what feels good so he can learn to please you better. although the orgasm I had with him doesn’t begin to compare with the ones I can give myself it was great none the less…so hang in there and keep trying !!!
I think the best way I get off is to get a night-time pad, (the long, big ones) get it wet with warm water, put it on my underwear, and get a basket ball or a soccer ball and rock back and forth. Another good one is to put an ice cube in me and the rub my clit. It sends a chill through my body and its awesome.
Caution should be used when inserting ice into the vagina as frostbite is possible since the inner vagina is not usually highly sensitive to touch.
Well, it was during cheerleading camp our 12th grade year. I was very strong so I made a good post(on the bottom) for our pyramids. My best friend Leslie was always on top of me. She would sit on my shoulders and I could feel her warm mound against my neck. I knew it felt good to her because she would press herself against me and squeeze her thighs together..it drove me crazy!! Some of the sideline cheers would last a long time and I would be bouncing with her sitting on me for half of the day. I could feel her wetness and feel her tremble when she came. It was amazing. We continued this until we graduated high school…in the pool, she would partner with me when we played “chicken” and in her swimsuit, it was even better. A couple of times when we had been drinking people would skinny dip and I will never forget the feel of her bare pussy and ass sliding up and down my neck! Magical! Also, go horseback riding! Bounce in that saddle or put on a long flowing skirt with no panties and you will never want to get off of that animal! One continuous orgasm! I loved the stuffed animal in your panties idea…get a beanie baby and put it in your panties…slip on some snug jeans…THEN LEAVE THE HOUSE!!! Go for a drive and gently pelvis thrust…you will be sooooo wet by the time you get home!!!
My earliest recollection of masturbation is when I was a very young girl. I discovered that, if I need to urinate and held it till it was a very urgent, pressing feeling, I could turn this into an orgasm without touching myself. I would almost let myself pee, but not quite, then flex my Kegel muscles and concentrate on the feeling and pressure. It would take some time, but I had great orgasms, without knowing what they were. All I knew was that this felt great. I’ve read many of the submissions to this site and only today, found another’s experienced similar to my own. Thanks for bringing us together in our experiences..
I’ve been masturbating since I was about 14 or 15, I can’t really remember. My masturbating started out as a bad experience with my male cousin. He used to touch my clit (only twice that I remember) and I didn’t really know it was wrong at the time because I was so small but all I knew was that it felt good. Later, I began to touch myself and did it almost every night before I went to bed, it relaxed me if nothing else. When I was small I had several friends whom enjoyed doing the same thing I did so I realized I wasn’t the only one who liked it.
When I was eleven I saw my first pornographic movie and masturbated while watching it and all of the sudden I climaxed and had an orgasm. I was in shock and was actually quite scared because I had no idea what happened but I knew it felt good! After a while I figured out what it was and began to do it more and more.
Recently I found the joy of penetration with the help of my boyfriend. I never really liked penetration until my boyfriend did it and now I love it. My other favorite variation on masturbation is penetration and rubbing at the same time. Occasionally my boyfriend will perform oral sex on me and finger me at the same time, which is also unbelievable, but I still can’t get off unless I’m alone. I also love to watch porn and masturbate, I’m very visually stimulated. If I do fantasize its usually involving women. I’d love to have a female friend to masturbate with again, you just have a certain type of connection that’s very deep when you have that
Hi, I am 19 yrs old and I absolutely love your site and I love to masturbate. What I do is that I pinch and tweak my nipples hard until their hard. Then I read some stories on your site. After that I put my hand in my underwear and play with my clit which is throbbing and begging for touch then when I’m about to orgasm I put two or three fingers inside me all the time fantasizing with another girl wow its great!
Hi, my name is Sky, I’m 18 and have been masturbating since I was six. When I was younger, I remember getting very horny, but I didn’t know what that word meant back then, so I didn’t know what I was feeling or what it was called. I would put my vagina on the arms of chairs and start pushing down on it…it felt pretty good actually, and I recall the feelings I had when I was six. However, I hadn’t figured out what an orgasm was or to masturbate meant until I was 13.
One day, I was home alone during summer vacation and was looking for porn on the internet. I ended up reading articles about how to masturbate and have an orgasm. My friends and I would just make fun of this stuff, we never actually considered doing it, I don’t even think we knew the true meaning of it at the time. I read about the finger technique first. I went up to my room, laid on my bed, and started fingering myself. I would just stick my finger in a hole and rub my clitoris, but I didn’t feel too aroused. I tried again in five days, I went online later to read more. I found the electric toothbrush technique…now THAT changed the way I masturbated. Right when I started to vibrate it on the hood of my clitoris, I felt instant pleasure. It felt amazing! I would just start to daze off and not even know what I was doing! Then, it happened, I got my first orgasm, and it felt amazing. I remembered every detail. It started to feel like I had butterflies in my stomach. My vagina started to jerk up and down a bit, and I started to shake all over. It just felt so good I can’t explain it! Then, I couldn’t take it anymore and just stopped. I couldn’t move a muscle, it was then that I realized I received my first orgasm!
I’ve improved over the years though. Now that I’m 17, I’ve had a boyfriend and we’ve had sex a two times. For some reason though, I find to make myself hornier when I cum by myself. My breasts are very big, and what I do is take cum and caress them on to my tits. I then take my breasts and make them hard. I bring my tits to my mouth and start biting them, and start licking my breasts. I take a dildo with a very fast vibrator and move it up and down my clitoris. I then stick it in my hole and put my legs shut. I get so aroused! I feel so good afterwards and just feel horny and I’m also in the mood to have sex with someone…I become that desperate! After that, I just keep repeating until I realize that I’ve had enough!
I’m also bisexual, and have had sex with a female. She was very experienced, and we’ve had hardcore sex five times…IT FEELS AMAZING! Just knowing that you can have sex with someone who wants and knows the needs you feel! We’re both cheerleaders, and when we went skinny dipping together with the rest of our squad, we got so horny that we almost made out right there in the pool in front of all of our friends. She masturbates with me and we both give each other awesome techniques. We always do this before we have sex.
I love to masturbate, I think about my boyfriend’s big hard-soft penis. I masturbate even when we make love, I suck my fingers, then I place them against my clitoris, watching how aroused is he.
When I’m alone, I figure myself being aside a woman who has big, brown nipples like mine, I imagine sucking them, I suck her tits, and then I lick and masturbate her clit, I mean it, my partner makes me masturbate while making love, it’s very pleasant.
I’m 30 and have been masturbating since I was 15, so you see, I’m very experienced and consider myself an expert! I’m very good with my hands and can make me feel incredible. I like to experiment and I have also tried other techniques using dildos, vibrators, showerheads, and other things, and I have orgasms just about every which way. But when it comes to my favorite way to come, doing myself with my hands is definitely the best!
I’m a good lover for myself and as with all good lovers, I’m always looking for new ways to give pleasure. I come to this site often and like to find new things to do with my hands. Please keep posting your hand techniques! It’s important for my research!
My favorite positions are either lying in bed with knees apart or sitting propped up with pillows and knees drawn up. The second position is obviously best if you want to watch yourself in a mirror. I love the feeling of spreading my legs. I like to take both palms and place them on either side of my pussy and just rock them back and forth. I almost always use both hands to masturbate, double the pleasure! I like both gentle and firm pulling of my lips. Spreading the lips as far as possible makes a good feeling. I like to take my thumb and second and third fingers to pull on my clit, making the motion like picking a berry. Sometimes, gentle stroking with my fingernail is something I do. Sometimes I like penetration and will use 2 fingers. I like to mix it up a bit and see how many different strokes and different areas to stroke I can use to pleasure myself. There are endless variations. Slow and fast, hard and soft, straight back and forth and circular. You can use the point of your finger, the flat part of your finger, your palm…. I get very wet when I masturbate and feeling myself all slippery arouses me even more. When I am masturbating, I don’t really think about trying to have an orgasm, I’m just concentrating on the pleasure of the moment. When my orgasm comes, it almost takes me by surprise.
I like to fantasize that I am teaching other women who are pre-orgasmic to masturbate. I am on a platform and I describe what I am doing to myself in detail, they watch and take notes.
With all of my years of experimenting, there is one technique that I rely on when I just want to get myself off pretty quick and don’t want to do a lot of varied emotions. I rub my clit through my hood in a circle using a fast, hard touch that is almost rough, and I can have a very quick orgasm in less than a minute that way. Also, you don’t have to get your hands wet with this technique so clean-up is easy.
*note: no orgasms allowed until instructions say so. The goal is to complete the entire masturbation cycle.
If it is morning you can wear a robe or casual clothing. If a robe leave it open to expose your breasts, If a t-shirt loop it over your head so your breasts are exposed.
If it is evening, unbutton your blouse and pull your breasts over your bra, or pull your shirt over your head. Either way, the goal is full access/exposure.
Set the timer for sixty minutes. The first hour is tit hour. For the next sixty minutes, your full focus will be on your breasts. If more than five minutes go by without attention to your nipples, they are to be punished with a wooden spoon, ruler, or finger flick. Use whatever nipple toys you have – clothespins, clamps, suction, rubber bands, etc, to keep your nipples hard and stimulated. If the sensation gets to be too much, just use fingers to pinch and pull your nipples. Find the line between pleasure and pain and keep the sensation there.
Use this time for a meal and a large glass of water (so long as your tits remain exposed and your nipples aroused). Move around your house as usual, aware that your breasts are on display. Challenge: instead of full tit exposure use modified clothing to show off. Put on a bra with the nipples cut out, or a shirt with tit holes in it. Or tie your tits in a rope harness or bra to accentuate them.
When the timer goes off tease your nipples until you can’t stand it anymore (extra bonus if you can find an edge with just your nipples)
Strip down completely and use your hands to caress your entire body except for your tits, ass, and cunt. After you’ve touched everywhere take a shower, shaving everything you normally shave and taking extra time to get clean. Use any oils, salts or bubbles that make you feel sexy.
After bathing get out the lube and any ass toys you’d like to use. (if you don’t have any, you will have to use fingers) Set the timer for sixty minutes. This will be your ass hour. Don’t think about your pussy or tits in this hour. Spend the first ten minutes of this hour using lots of lube and fingers in your tight hole. Push your fingers in to relax your ass muscles. Push them in and out. Add a second, and third finger – seeing how much your ass can take. Play around with positions. See if your ass is more accommodating when you are on all fours, or if you can stuff more in there on your back, reaching between your legs.
At the end of these ten minutes put a moderately sized toy in your ass. And use the rest of this hour to finish doing what makes you feel sexy – makeup, nails, lotions, hair, etc. You want to look and feel your best. (as you would for a Master) Every ten minutes remove the toy, re-lube and either reinsert the toy or put another one in. You may edge with the toy, but if you touch your pussy or tits the challenge is over and you must quit for the day – no more touching until tomorrow. Also during this hour drink at least 16oz water. Challenge: write “ass slut” on one cheek of your ass and “fuck here” on the other side. And spend the last part of the hour kneeling with your shoulders on the floor, so your ass is fully exposed and ready to be fucked. Imagine how you would look to a Master who walked in and saw you waiting for him like this.
When the timer goes off push the toy in your ass and pinch your nipples hard. Then remove the toy and keep your hands clear of your breasts. If needed clean the toy, but do not put it away.
If you need to pee, now if a good time. If you do so between now and the end of the challenge you must do so with your legs spread wide and your hands in your stream of piss.
Now we put the pussy in focus
Get out vibrators, dildos, etc. This is your cunts shining hour. Set the timer for one hour. For the remainder of this hour tormenting your pussy is the goal. If you touch your tits, nipples, or ass the challenge is over and you must quit for the day – no more touching until tomorrow.
Lay on your back with your knees wide and spread your pussy lips with both hands. Your cunt is on display. Slowly touch it all over – except for your clit. You should be soaked, but if not use lube to make yourself slick. Slowly rub from the top of your slit to the bottom of your hole. Put a small vibe between your lips and slip on a tight pair of sexy panties. Turn the vibe on low.
Clean up from your earlier meal, clean up bathing stuff, and prepare your space. Remain aware of how exposed you are and how used your nipples and asshole are. At 20 and 40 minutes in the hour, you may play with your clit until you find an edge. Do not come. If you do you must stop the challenge and may not attempt it again for 2 days. Challenge: fill your cunt with a large vibe or dildo and keep your legs open for the remainder of the hour. You may do this on your back with your knees spread, or on knees and shoulders, ass in the air and pussy open.
When the timer goes off use nipple suction or clamps, reinsert the butt plug, and put the largest dildo you have in your cunt. Kneel with your hands clasped behind your head and tits out, ready to be inspected.
Lady Ada Callisto strode down the black and white marble tiled hall to her bedroom. Alerted by the angry noise of high heeled sandals echoing across the floor, her maid Rachel was waiting at attention when the Lady stormed into the room and flung herself into the chair at her dressing table.
“That bad?” Rachel asked sympathetically. She picked up a hairbrush and began letting her mistress’s hair down from the elaborate formal style she wore to meetings of the senate.
“A plague of addled ministers with fat heads and fatter asses!” Lady Callisto practically spits as she yanked her earrings out savagely and threw them at the blown glass dish on the table. She rubbed her temples. “I only stayed sane by fantasizing about castrating the lot of them. One at a time. With nail scissors.”
Rachel clucked sympathetically. She took a washcloth out of the warmer and began wiping the makeup off of her mistress’ face. “Maybe this bit of news will help lighten your mood. The tech people were here today.”
“Aha! And is the whole system up and running now?”
“See for yourself.” Rachel knelt to remove the heels and rub Lady Callisto’s feet. Sighing with pleasure, Ada reached for the controller that turned her mirror to a monitor. New icons appeared, and when she tapped them, the new household monitoring system came up. A map of the estate, lists of slaves and servants, cameras by rooms… “Mmmm, how do I see the video records for a particular slave?” she asked her maid.
“Tap their name, my Lady.”
“Ah, I see…” She tapped on Everett’s first, of course. Her darling Everett. His status was listed as “in room: masturbating,” and when she tapped that, the new cameras took her straight to a visual. “Lovely! Just lovely.” She savored the anguished look on his face for a moment, then looked at the status bar again. “Three times since the install. Poor darling must be quite frustrated.”
“How many does that make since the minder chips went in?”
“Can I check that here?”
Rachel knelt up for a moment and showed her where to look for the stimulation and edges log. “Fifty-three! My, he is… industrious.”
“Everett has always been highly sexed,” Ada said fondly. She tapped through a few of the other male and female slaves who were now linked into the system. Her husband had one of the kitchen girls in the bath with him, the rutting pig. She watched them a few seconds with distaste, then flipped on to more interesting things. Rachel was done with her feet now and was laying out a silky robe on the bed.
“Will you need anything else, my Lady?” she asked archly.
“Bring me Stephan. He looks quite irritable in one of the video clips. I’d like to speak to him briefly. Find some reason to punish him further. Then Everett, I think.”
“Very good.” Rachel left the room, and Ada stood to strip and change into the robe. She arranged herself on the low sofa near her bed and waited patiently for Rachel to bring the new slave. She’d acquired him two weeks ago, just as they were fitting slaves with the new chastity monitoring system. He was nearly wild, a barbarian acquired in one of Caesar Ruan’s interminable wars. Two years in service had worn off some of his rough edges, but guard duty for a lax finance senator bore scant resemblance to the kind of tight, restrictive servitude Lady Ava insisted on in her household. In particular, he was not submitting well to enforced chastity.
Rachel opened the door and ushered the sulky guardsman into her lady’s boudoir. “Have fun!” she whispered cheerfully and slid her hand up under his tunic to pat him on a bare buttock. He glared at her ferociously as she closed the door. She blew him a kiss.
“Come closer,” Lady Ava spoke languidly.
“Why am I still shackled?” he demanded instead. “Don’t you trust the efficiency of the infernal device you’ve plugged into me?”
“Of course, but you haven’t yet earned the privilege of self-touch. And I’m afraid with that attitude, it will be a while yet.” She looked him over slowly, enjoying his anger, his barely-leashed frustration. He was tall, with dark, shoulder-length hair and a craggy face. The white house tunic left his shoulders and legs bare, and his hands were leashed to his collar with fine, strong chains long enough to make use of them, but not long enough to reach his groin. In return, he studied his new mistress. She was sprawled bonelessly across some kind of over-stuffed couch. Her robe was crimson, edged with tiny white flowers, and it gaped open enough to reveal the soft curve of her breast, the round warmth of a pale thigh. Her feet were bare, arched, and beautiful. He felt an unaccustomed desire to take one and cup it between his hands. He scowled at her, resenting his attraction for the power-mad wench.
“Come closer,” Ava repeated, “I wish to examine your minder.” When he threw his shoulders back defiantly instead of moving, she leaned forward and pouted at him teasingly through the silky fall of her black hair. “Are you sure you won’t come? Doesn’t your cock want to be touched? Wouldn’t you like to feel my hands on you?” She laughed inside at the way her words made the muscles in his jaw bunch. “Come on, my proud and noble slave,” she coaxed, “let me feel that brave tool that plundered so many of your previous master’s maidens. I understand that was why he let you go, wasn’t it? A few too many pregnancies? A few too many complaints of ladies forced?” She arched a cunning eyebrow at him. He bared his teeth at her but made no reply. He knew his forcing days were well and truly over.
“Last chance,” she whispered softly. She didn’t actually expect him to come to her this soon in his training, but he surprised her and closed the distance to her couch in two rapid strides. For a moment her hand hovered over the shock button, but he made no aggressive move. He merely planted himself before her and glared fiercely at the wall over her head. She let his poor attitude pass for the moment. Proper subjugation of such a man was a matter of finesse. He would kneel at her feet soon enough, and his capitulation would be the sweeter for it.
She lifted the hem of his tunic. His cock, already desperately swollen, twitched as if he could feel her eyes on it. She stroked her hand gently up and down the length. He was circumcised, a rarity in her country. The fat head of his cock was as large and red as a strawberry. He groaned as she squeezed her hand around the duskier, purple shaft. She checked the fine, flexible wire of the minder where it extended from the urethra, only a centimeter showing at his current level of arousal. There didn’t seem to be any irritation around the opening. “Any pain? Any problems?” she asked, tugging at it to make sure it was still firmly seated.
“Yes. I can’t… fucking…. COME!” he bit out through gritted teeth.
“Other than that,” Ava smiled. She slid her hand down to tug at his tightened balls. His hands rattled and jerked against the chains. He hated his helplessness. She smiled again and slipped a finger lower, skimming gently over his perineal area. “How about here?”
“There is a feeling of… heaviness. Inside. I feel it sometimes,” he admitted reluctantly.
“That would be the prostate implant valve. I’ve been told it feels a little odd at first. But I could check it if you like?”
“No way in hell!” he jerked away from her hands, “It’s bad enough having a fucking maid wipe my ass every day. I don’t need you poking around up in there, too.”
“Very well. Rachel?” The maid opened the door at her call. “I believe we’re done here. Two more days in the chains.”
“Shit!” the man exploded. He couldn’t seem to figure out who to glare at first, the mistress or the maid. “I hate this fucking place.”
Rachel grinned. “Come on, big boy. Let’s get you put to bed.” She waved her shock ring at the savage and gestured him towards the door. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll even rub your cock for you a little before I tuck you in.”
He groaned, helpless to prevent it, then snarled at her, “Touch me and die, bitch!”
“We’ll see about that,” the maid smirked. She turned to her mistress on her way out, “Everett is here.”
“Send him right in.”
The man who entered next was completely different from Stephan. Everett was slender, shorter, and his build was more sleek than bulky. He had been raised to be a house servant, and had become Ava’s body slave willingly more than five years ago. He smiled eagerly at his mistress. At her gesture, he crossed the room to kneel on the cushion she threw down by the couch. She threaded her fingers through his short, tawny hair and he kissed her wrist. “Have you seen the new system?” he asked.
“Rachel showed it to me earlier. I saw some interesting videos of you.” She pulled his hair playfully.
He blushed. “I hoped you were watching.”
“Very impressive. Does it make it more piquant to think that I might be watching you at any moment? Does it make your suffering more delicious?”
He shuddered, goosebumps crawling across his skin. “Yes, mistress,” he whispered. He lifted his blue eyes to hers and they were drenched in love, desire, worship, lust…
“My sweet Everett.” She bent and took his lips in a soft, luscious kiss. “I will never get tired of you. Never.” She pulled back a little and put her bare feet on his thighs to warm them. Marble was beautiful, but it got cold. “Tell me how the minder is feeling. You hit fifty three on the counter today. Does that seem accurate?”
“Yes, that matches my count.”
“So the sensor wire is performing as advertised. It can tell any time you stimulate yourself.”
“Or if I have coital contact with someone else. Eight of those were serving you, Lady, and two were Rachel.”
“Can it distinguish, I wonder?”
“I don’t think so, unless there is something on the readout I missed when Rachel and I were studying it earlier. It records stimulation sessions over three seconds, and it records near-climax events. It also bookmarks each event for the video monitoring, so you can see video of any session you wish as long as it took place within the household.”
“You were staring straight at the camera, you bad boy.”
He cracked a grin and blushed again. “Does that displease you, Lady?”
“Yes it does, you flirt. I want to see you being perfectly natural, not performing for the camera. I want you to try and forget that they’re there. And don’t let any of the other slaves know. Let’s just let them think I’m omniscient.”
“They saw the system being installed, of course.”
“Home security, computer monitored. That’s all they need to know.”
“Now, go and get me the key box.” She smiled again at the surge of eager heat in his face. He rose gracefully and brought the carved rosewood box from her night table. She pressed her thumb to the print lock and it popped open. Inside were two dildos in separate sections, one for females, one for males. She took out the male one, which happened to be made of a dark green silicate. The wiring inside was barely visible through the angled and tapered glass. “This excites you, doesn’t it, Everett?”
“Yes, mistress.” He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He took the closed box and set it back in its place. “Does this mean…” he ventured, then stopped.
“That you get to come tonight? Maybe. At the very least, it’s been over a week since I milked you.” He moaned pitifully and she took his hand and kissed it. “I want you over my lap.” She sat straighter, with her feet on the floor, and he lowered himself carefully over her bare thighs so his hardened cock rested against one and the other pressed against his aching ball sac. His legs and upper body weight rested on the sofa comfortably. She pushed and prodded at him with her hands until he was exactly where she wanted him, then she began scratching and tickling with her nails. She drugs them gently up his back, toyed with his hair, then brought them down again to the rounded slopes of his ass, the tops of his thighs, and the sensitive skin between. She kept it up, moving back and forth from one sensitive spot to the next until he was panting and writhing and rubbing helplessly against her legs.
Suddenly she slapped his perineum sharply, “Stop that, you bad boy! Did I say you could hump my leg like a horny little dog?” She slapped again and he winced.
“No, I did not. You are getting slack in your behavior, I think. Either that or the new slave is making you jealous. Are you jealous, Everett? Are you trying to mark me for your territory like a bad, bad dog?”
“No, mistress,” he groaned. She slapped him again, harder, and he winced again. “Maybe, mistress,” he admitted. Several slaps later he gasped and added, “I don’t like him.”
“I don’t like him, either, dog.” She rested her hand against the hot spot she’d created between his legs. “But he’s something of a low-rent predator. Not an actual rapist. More of an aggressive opportunist who thinks too much of himself as a lover. Can’t believe a woman could actually refuse him, that kind of thing. He’s much safer here than anywhere else. And Rachel likes him. She’s taking him in hand more than me.” Everett sighed and relaxed subtly over her lap. Poor thing, she thought, he had been worried! Not that that made his behavior excusable. “None of which explains why you’re squirming around like a worm on hot ashes when you know I prefer that you be still. I am displeased.”
“I am so sorry, mistress,” he said miserably, “Please, please punish me.”
“Certainly I will! First of all, for jealousy. Reacting like a free man, as if you own me! Secondly, for trying to steal pleasure I haven’t offered you. And thirdly for carrying on so boldly for the camera earlier, like some kind of male stripper. Disgusting.”
Everett groaned and buried his face in the cushions of the couch. What a fuck up! He’d thought she’d like seeing him on the camera. Shows what you got for thinking!
“Plus,” she went on, “I had an absolutely execrable meeting and I need to take some frustration out on someone. You’re it. Off my lap.”
I sent her a text and told her I had got my work done, the hard desk work, that I don’t like to do. I had to turn in a bid and I did two, which is unusual for me, because it is hard for me to do one a day. She said I would get a reward, a handjob it said in her text. I said I would enjoy that. When?
She sent a text and said she was on her way home from work. It would be 45 minutes and she would be home. I really needed a handjob from her. I was aching for her touch, to give me relief. I took a break from my desk work and laid down to sleep while I waited. I dozed off and was asleep when I heard the door open and she said her cheery,”It’s me.” As she slipped into the bathroom and closed the door, she needed a bathroom break after driving all day visiting clients.
She came in and sat down next to where I was laying on the couch sleeping. We talked for a bit and then we went into the bedroom. She asked if the bed covers were cold and I didn’t know.
We shed our clothes and got in bed together and snuggled up. We started caressing each other. After a while She reached down and ever so gently started fondling my penis. It felt very good. I reached down and laid my hand over her mound and ever so quietly moved my fingers just a little bit.
I played with her hair on her mound and moved my fingers lightly over her area. Pretty soon I was playing the piano on her mound and lips. We were wrapped in each others arms.
She pushed the blankets down and off so they wouldn’t be in the way, even though the air was cold, we were warm, wrapped in each other’s body.
I reached over and grabbed the jar of coconut oil. It was cold and hard, the way we like it. I scooped a chunk out and pressed it against her mound and massaged it in. I started slipping my fingers in side her lips. We kissed as we did this.
She scooped a bunch of coconut oil out and started smoothing it up and down my shaft. I was getting hard and feeling really good.
I had two fingers inside and was exploring with vigor now and she was liking it. I lifted my hand up with my two finger tips still inside of her and then forced them inside of her fast and spanked her pussy. She moaned loudly at this. I did it over and over again. Sliding my fingers in and out of her as I spanked her pussy. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a slapping sound.
We were hugging each other and tasting each others shoulders and lips as we did this.
She was whining with passion and the sensation she was feeling. She had a hold of my penis, it was stiff now. I asked if she wanted to go for a ride. She quietly said, yes you know I do. She climbed on top of me, with her perky breasts swinging in front of my face. She guided my penis inside of her and started to rock. It felt so wonderful. I was tingling inside of her. I cupped both of her breasts in my hands and lightly squeezed.
I said that feels so good. She agreed. We rocked, both of us. I was touching her all over as we moved together. My penis was electric with pleasure sensations. The feeling was growing strong, I was ready to cum. We both made pleasure noises as we came to a climax. Then she lay there on top of me, as we hugged and kissed. I was still inside of her. Coming down from the ecstasy of our love making. I know she wanted more, but I was too spent to do anything.
We lay there for a few minutes then she hopped up and said, I need to go back to work. She turned her phone back on and looked to see who had sent messages. She sent messages in return and made a phone calls. She was a working woman again.
But she gave me the relief I needed, that I had anticipated, that I waited for. Life is good.
A masturbatrix, or cock controller, is a woman who enjoys instructing a man’s masturbation. She may or may not be into orgasm denial as well. She enjoys the experience of controlling a man’s cock, masturbation, and orgasms.
Observing another person masturbating has always been an erotic experience for many people, both those involved in the femdom world, and others.
A Masturbatrix, as the term is typically used, is usually interested in some element of femdom activities such as:
Teasing and denial
Does she have to be cruel and aggressive?
A Masturbatrix does not necessarily have to possess the traits usually associated with those involved in femdom, such as strict, stern, cruel and punishing – many Masturbatrices consider themselves to be sensual, gentle and willing to use all of their feminine wiles to arouse and control their stroke pets.
Even if you don’t consider yourself to be submissive, and if you definitely are not interested in orgasm denial, you can still enjoy the pleasure of experiencing a session with a Masturbatrix.
Have you ever masturbated for a lover? Perhaps engaged in a mutual masturbation session?
It’s very hot! Add to that the element of your partner instructing you how to stroke, what she’d like to see you doing…it gets even hotter.
Why am I a Masturbatrix
I can’t tell you exactly how or why I developed a male masturbation fetish. But ever since I started having sexual fantasies, most of my fantasies involved male masturbation, and in particular, watching a man masturbate, and telling him what I want to see him do. As I learned that I have a strong dominant side and the new needs that come with it, the combination of this trait and my male masturbation fetish logically led me to identify with the term “Masturbatrix” Though I consider myself to be many other things in addition to Masturbatrix, this is probably one of the top three labels I’d affix to myself (if I had to label at all.)
Using Teasing and Denial To Learn Orgasm Control improve Your Sex Life
I find that younger orgasm denial trainees, usually in their early 20’s, comment on the difficulty they experience with orgasm self-denial, and even with their orgasm denial training.
Masturbation and Orgasm are interesting “events” to think about – while a period of sexual arousal can last for hours, we all seem to be aiming for that “Big O”, which lasts (usually) for mere seconds. Orgasm control attempts to prolong the period of arousal, while taking the onus off of the orgasm, and placing it on the enjoyment of the arousal and stimulation, which can be maintained for a much longer period of time.
Learn Orgasm Control: Your partner will thank you for it
If you improve your orgasm control abilities, you will become a much better sexual partner. The differences in sexual timing between men and women has been fodder for many jokes and comedic scenes in film and literature – men are stereotyped as seeking that quick orgasm without much foreplay, while women typically want a longer, more intimate encounter, with more foreplay.
If you practice orgasm control, your female partner will appreciate your endurance and your ability to enjoy the “foreplay” portion of an erotic encounter.
Sexual encounters can become almost tantric in nature if you learn to control your orgasms.
Being aroused feels great!
Use orgasm control to prolong your arousal:
Here’s my theory:
Sexual arousal feels great! Sure, an orgasm feels great too, but only for a few blissful moments, and then the fun is over. What if you could learn to control your orgasms, or even take the focus of the event off of the orgasm, and learn to enjoy the arousal for the immense pleasure it brings?
Orgasm control training will “reprogram” your sexual responses so that you can enjoy each moment of a sexual encounter – whether that’s alone or with a partner – rather than rushing through the arousal to get to the O.
I picked Kim up from the airport. Two-hour drive. On our way there we talked, smiled, hadn’t seen each other in a long time.
Eventually, she asks me, “is there something I should be doing right now?” Looking for instructions.
“Touch yourself,” I reply.
Kim reaches inside her pants and starts playing with herself. She was already wet and is quickly aroused. Within a few minutes, her hand suddenly jolt from out of her pants.
“I’m sorry, I almost came, I had to stop.”
She’s tense, shuddering a little. She knew she should only come if I told her to, and I hadn’t said she should, so she stopped just before the point of no return.
She also knew that she should now await further instructions before touching herself again. We found some things to talk about. Kim rolled a cigarette and lit it. After she had taken a few drags of her cigarette, I suggested that she play with herself some more.
She put the cigarette in her left hand and moved her right hand smoothly down and under her damp underwear, and resumed touching herself. She was already very worked up before she landed, and this time again it was only a couple minutes before she abruptly pulled her hand out of her pants, held her legs together, and bit her lip.
Her whole body was rigid for a few long seconds, and then she relaxed, a little. It was all a bit distracting, trying hard to pay attention to the road and all, but after Kim had a minute to calm down I said, “more.” She knew what that meant, and immediately started touching her clit some more. Within a minute she had to stop again, panting, and clenching her legs together.
I let her have a longer break this time, and avoid any heart attacks from occurring. After it’s been a good long while, and we’re within a half hour of our destination, I interrupt our conversation with one word. “More.”
Kim complies quickly. She’s had a bit of time to collect herself, and she starts slower and lasts longer this time. Eventually, she pulls her hand out, but less abruptly, and with a more measured intake of breath, not quite a gasp this time. She breaths deeply again.
“This is hard,” she complains.
We get out of the car and go to the house. We sit down with my friend there and chat for a while. After a bit, he shows us to our room.
I sit on the couch and begin to undo my belt. You notice this and start unzipping my jeans, pull my underwear down and take my cock in your mouth. You deliver fellatio with skill and enthusiasm, an amazing combination. You’re not trying to get me excited enough to fuck you, you’re trying to make me come in your mouth.
“You should take your clothes off and go to bed,” I advise.
Kim reluctantly pulls her mouth off of me and begins to remove her clothing. She pulls off the covers of the bed and lies down.
“Play with yourself some more.”
She does, while I undress. I get a glass of water, drink some of it, and get in bed beside her, just as she jerks her hand off of her clit and digs her fingernails into her thighs while shaking and gritting her teeth.
I put on a condom, and, with her beneath me, I enter her. She’s so taut with unresolved sexual tension, it’s like the volume has been turned way up, so every move I make is amplified. Slowly, deeply, I move in and out, holding her gorgeous body in my arms. After a couple minutes, I start moving more quickly, harder, deeper. After thirty seconds of this Kim says, too loudly, “stop!”
I stop moving and tell her she has to be quieter. Other people live nearby, no yelling.
“Why did you tell me to stop?”, I ask her.
She knows the correct answer, but every time she’s faced with responding to a question like this, she finds it a bit challenging. The contradictory desires are crashing into each other – pleasing me vs. finding release. Usually the former wins.
“Because I don’t want to orgasm.” She’s still shaking a bit with desire and longing as she utters this phrase.
I know that in this state, I might be able to move slowly and avoid making her come, or making her stop me from moving. But if I move hard and fast, she’ll come within a minute or less. I’m starting to get too excited by Kim’s pent-up sexual tension. This time as I’m fucking her, she urgently tells me to stop again. I do, but only for a few seconds. Then I keep fucking her hard and fast. Within a few seconds, she tells me again, stop. I don’t stop, and Kim has a fairly earthshaking orgasm.
She’s so worked up, she’s ready to have a second orgasm within a couple of minutes. I keep fucking her, feeling refreshed myself by her release, and ready for more. She’s just about to come again, but through the fog she remembers that I haven’t told her to come again.
“Stop,” she says quietly but firmly when she’s just about to come again. I stop.
She’s so sexy, in general, but especially in this state. I kiss her, long and deep. I kiss and bite her breasts, and other bits that are easy to get my teeth around. I fuck her slowly, deeply some more. When she seems to be getting especially aroused, I slow down. When she seems a bit calmer, I speed up.
Once I knew I had been keeping her on the edge for ten minutes or so, and that she was once again ready to burst, I stopped moving. She was shaking again, slightly.
“What would you like me to do right now?”
Kim knows that in a situation like that, what I probably want to hear is exactly the opposite of the truth. It was clear that every cell in her wound-up little body was screaming, fuck me hard, right now.
So she said, “slow and gentle.”
She sounded unconvinced. I knew she needed a little break. I lay still for a few minutes, which was very relaxing. For Kim it might have seemed longer, I don’t know. By the time I started moving again, though, she seemed to have collected herself.
“Would you like me to fuck you hard now?”, I asked, knowing she very much still did, since that’s the particular activity that made her come very quickly.
“No,” she said, firmly.
“You get on top,” I said.
Together we readjusted ourselves, and Kim was on top of me, sitting, lovely to look at now from a bit more distance.
Kim knew what to do, which was what she wanted to do, more or less. She moved back and forth on top of me. Over the course of a couple minutes, she moved faster. Then, with a quick intake of breath and a sudden tension in her body, she stopped. She held her breath. After a while, she exhaled, looking a bit agitated.
Without more than ten seconds of respite, she started moving again. This is a beautiful thing about her – left to her own devices, she is harder on herself than I am. Soon she was moving faster, and then faster still, pushing herself quickly towards the edge, and then, with a sudden jerk of her body, she stopped, still, tense, holding her breath. Again, after just being able to breath, she was back to moving swiftly back and forth, again bringing herself to the edge, tense.
Slowly, she lay down on top of me. I moved slightly, which made her shake, she was so close to the edge. I let her rest there for another minute, then moved a bit more, and she wasn’t shuddering anymore. I gradually starting moving with bigger strokes, and she groaned.
“Should I fuck you hard?”
“No, gently,” she replied, measuring her breath so her voice wouldn’t shake and she’d sound convincing.
From beneath her, I started moving fast and deep. She was trying to stay relaxed, I could tell. She wanted to enjoy it. A couple minutes went by, and she quietly whimpered, “stop.”
She was really pretty beside herself with desire at this point. That’s when I really like to ask questions.
“Do you want to come now?”, I ask.
Her clit was burning and shouting yes. Her mind was racing to find an acceptable way to come, and was telling her to say at least something like if you want me to. But she knew what was expected of her.
“No, don’t let me come.”
The problem with hearing those words is it gets me all hot and bothered. I tried to calm down but it wasn’t happening. I took a deep breath and fucked her hard, and ordered her to come, which she did, spectacularly, which helped calm me down a bit, too, as it does.
I took a break, just holding her, feeling her content, relaxed body, moving slowly. Inevitably, over the next few minutes her body was feeling less relaxed, needier, and I fucked her harder. She had come twice and was less wired up now, and she was able to let me fuck her pretty hard for several minutes before she was panting again, and told me to stop.
I waited a few seconds and fucked her some more, and a minute later she told me to stop. I did it again, and again, and again, working her into a peak of desire beyond anywhere we had gotten so far. She was as stiff as a piece of wood at this point, about to snap.
“Should I let you cum now?”
“No, I don’t want to come,” she said, working hard to emphasize each word evenly, so it wouldn’t all just come out in one exasperated breath.
I kissed her some more, passionately. I love kissing her when she’s in this state.
“Maybe you should eat me then.”
She looked defeated. She wanted so much more. “Yes,” she said, but the way she withdrew her pussy from my cock was very gradually, with what looked like great effort.
She pulled off the condom and devoured my cock. As she did, I positioned my leg beneath her pussy. When I did, she started rubbing her pussy on my leg, and I could feel the liquid pooling on my thigh, dripping down to the sheets.
“I want to see your pussy,” I told her, and she moved around so her bottom half was near my face, her knees beneath her, her pussy looking so needy and wet. So nice to see.
She kept on eating me with gusto, while vigorously rubbing her clit with her second finger. I watched. She moved her finger faster, and slower, and faster again, over the course of many minutes. It was clear she was bringing herself to the edge, and then backing off, and then doing it again. She started going much faster, and then suddenly pulled her hand away and gripped the bed sheets, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth.
“Put some panties on,” I instructed.
Kim did as she was told. I patted her panties, and her electrified clit beneath them. Kim whimpered while she ate me. I felt her taut body, felt her hair, and grabbed it, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth repeatedly, and I came into her mouth with large quantities of jizz that she eagerly swallowed. She kept moving back and forth for a couple minutes until I started to be less hard.
She lay down beside me, tense, but happy. I put one of my between her legs.
“You can come if you want to, but you have to do it this way,” I explained.
Kim moved her pussy against my leg, with her panties on. Normally this might not be the most optimal method, but she was grateful for the opportunity and came hard within a few minutes of rubbing.
“Let’s go to sleep,” I suggest.
Kim lies there for a long while, but can’t sleep. She then engages in her only act of real disobedience for the evening. She puts on a robe, goes outside, and smokes another cigarette.