I woke up on Saturday the 31st, with a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea. I rolled over to snuggle in with Apollo, and as I lazily groped him, I told him of the thought that had come to me.
“Today is the last day of the May Masturbation Challenge. And later today I’ll be seeing Medea, and Adonis. Do you reckon I could masturbate three times today? Finish off with a bang?”
He looked at me like I was crazy. Completely mental. (But that’s not unusual.) And I thought it was an idea worth pursuing.
My lazy groping got a little less lazy, after that.
There are a few ways I can look back at that Saturday, now that I have a little distance. It feels kind of like ‘Whose Line is it Anyway’ doing the same scene over in different styles – the text is the same, but the reading is rather different.
One way of looking at it is: I orgasmed with three different partners that day (that is, I masturbated myself to orgasm while they jacked themself or pinched my nipples or whispered filthy things to me).
Another is: I sucked three different cocks that day before/during/after frigging myself (not to mention one earlier that week and one the next day – I do love sucking cock).
A third: three of my lovers helped me finish the challenge, with glorious gouts of gushing come (and two houses had large laundry piles when I was done).
I took a break afterwards. In fact, I haven’t wanked since – although I have orgasmed a few times! Starting on the 2nd, I had a solid nine-day break with no genital contact at all, and it was lovely. I’d go to bed, read my book … and turn out the light. I read my RSS feeds, look at videos … and not take my knickers off. I’d get in the shower, soap myself down … and slide my fingers right past the sweet spot.
I needed the rest. And when I orgasmed last night, after being tormented and teased and tickled? It felt like a release – like a wonderful, groaning, fucking good release. And not a chore – as many (although not all) in the last days of my challenge did.
(Went through two towels in a single orgasm. Yow!)
I’ve learned some stuff – and I like learning, so that’s a damned good thing. I’ve learned that:
I’m still glad I did the challenge. It did turn out to be more of a challenge than I had anticipated, but that’s a good thing really. If I was already wanking daily, well, then it would have been easy! As it turned out, the difference between every-other-day and every day is exponential.
While wanking to get myself off is nice, it’s more to take the edge off. If I haven’t orgasmed in a few days, and I’m feeling horny? Time for a wank. Too tired to fuck (or Apollo is, and it’s late)? A quick fumble before sleep.
Most of the best wanks I had during the challenge were with partner participation. While I had firm ideas about what was ‘masturbation’ and what was ‘hand-job’, I hadn’t really codified them, and instead went with what felt right. If I was with a partner and I needed to do my challenge frig for that day? Then they weren’t allowed near my cunt until I’d come. Oh, they could kiss me, grope me, tease me, spank me … but not touch my labia, my clit, or my upper-upper-inner thighs. (Once I’d had that first orgasm, though, it was free territory!)
New toys are fun! Getting them out of their packaging, learning how to use them, not to mention experimenting with positions and angles and vibration power. Also, that it’s hard to use the Hitachi Magic Wand under heavy blankets (it’s winter here – and damned cold at night) - but do-able.
Not all lubes are created equal. Also, that while I produce copious amounts of natural lube, enough wanking enough days in a row will cause things to dry out a bit. Hooray for lube!
While I got tired of wanking, I didn’t get tired of sex. Which is a damned good thing, really, given how many people I like to have sex with!
Some of the fun of the May Masturbation Challenge was keeping readers up to speed with what was happening. Part of the challenge proper was to tweet after each wank, and to update a spreadsheet every day. Tweeting I did real-time, but I quickly discovered if I didn’t update the spreadsheet before my next wank, details would start to fuzzify. Perhaps I gushed them out? So I endeavoured to update that daily as well – keeping a count of my towel usage, any toys used, media utilised, and either what I was doing (Real) or what I was thinking of (Fantasised) at the time.
Additionally, there were three progress reports throughout the month (proudly sponsored by Wank-a-lot Industries, “We Wank a Lot!”), where our hapless/tireless/finger-wrinkly masturbator (aka: me) answered reader questions about how it was going. Those were a blast to put together, and helped me to keep my momentum going. Thank you everyone who asked questions, commented, or offered encouragement
Wanking three times on the last day may have been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea – but it was so much fun! Much the same can be said for May Masturbation Month itself.
(Six months from now, November will consist of the No-Masturbation Month Challenge – where I only get to orgasm from other-people stimulation, rather than my own. You can bet I’m going to want to see a lot of my six lovers during that time. Shall we dance?)
And will I do this challenge again? *smiles* I think you should probably ask me again next April!
Now then – I’m off to have myself a good, long, messy wank.