As I type this I have masturbated 53 times so far in May. Which sounds like a lot! But I wank three times a day as I eat a meal three times a day (not at the same time, though, as that’d get somewhat complicated) – and, like a meal, I can be done in fifteen minutes, or I can really take my time and savour the courses.
I quite like both. It’s all about variety!
Last Sunday I recorded myself having an orgasm for m’Lady, and sent it to her. Zie was very pleased indeed! And it’s a winner all around, because I get to share it with you:
(Those squishy noises are my fingers in my cunt. In case you were wondering…)
My non-ejaculatory orgasm attempts have improved considerably this week – I’ve had four sessions that were complete successes, and the other days were 4 or 3 successful out of the five. I also discovered, when Ailuros was finger-fucking me rather vigorously yesterday, that I can now do so when I’m being penetrated (before now when using toys or fingers internally, and coming, it confused my internals – I would try to clench and get turned about and then just orgasm the old way – messily!). Having figured this out saved the carpet in the lounge. Wicked kitty was waiting for me to tell him to stop, but I just kept on going … Two very strong and not messy at all orgasms later, we were both impressed. He’s only seen me tsunami-ing before, but there’s no doubt that I’m still having orgasms
This week I also rediscovered the joy of wanking during my period. Because my period is generally only two-three days long, and because I usually only fap two-four times a week – and I know my libido goes sky-high in the days after my period – I usually don’t bother getting off while I’m bleeding. So it’s been a while. (It wasn’t an issue during the 2008 and 2010 Wankfests, as I had the Mirena IUD then, and no periods at all.) Turns out that the orgasms were very good for easing my cramps; and that I enjoying both making a mess, and also not making a mess – I could get myself off just as easily with my Diva Cup in place. Learning is fun!
Best fantasy of the week
Friday: I was lying on a raised padded bench, naked, surrounded by readers and fans. They were fully aroused by the sight of me touching myself, watching my fingers dance and my pleasure spurt. They jostled closer to me, coming in near and looming over, pulling and tugging on their cocks. Those whose attitudes and performances pleased me the most – those whom I got off on watching as they got off on watching me – I gave the honour of doing more.
Those special ones were allowed to touch. They were allowed to sheath themselves into my holes, so I could fuck myself upon them. I enveloped them in my folds, took them deep, used them as my fucktoys and took my delight in it.
I gushed over them, little caring that they spent themselves within them as the rest spattered across my skin. It my was spotlight, my show. They were there for me, and I let them shower me with their applause. I soaked it up.
Best location of the week
Thursday: When you’re on the floor, you can’t fall over – it’s definitely an advantage. I should have thought to put a pillow down though, as I kept smacking my head against the carpet every time I orgasmed. I’d flown without a trapeze, and not put any towels beneath me, trusting myself to not fuck up and squirt all over the rug and carpet … I would have had a bit of a cleaning operation if I’d failed.
Ailuros on the sofa next to me, jacking his cock as I slicked my clit, was a damned hot sight to look up at. Really, that’s what made this location: I had the best scenery
Best toy of the week
Wednesday: My new Nipple Vacuum Cylinders, which I bought from The Basement this week, are bastards! They’re mightily intense, so they really addled my mind and blew my concentration right out of the water. My nipples are very sensitive at the best of times, so adding sensation there, in an area I’m not used to, meant I just couldn’t think about anything but nips and clit. There’s definitely a connection there…
Best media of the week
Thursday: I own a lot of erotica anthologies. The great thing about them if that if one story isn’t grabbing you, just flick to a different page. But I have a lot of Alison Tyler-edited anthologies, for good reason – they’re always excellent. And ‘Juicy Erotica‘, with its focus on all things food-related, is particularly tasty. After I enjoyed a thoroughly caffeinated Thomas S. Roche story, I back-tracked to the luscious opener from Dante Davidson, before sliding home on Julia Price’s olive oil orgasmic tale. And there are still 24 other chapters that haven’t been delved into …
Best orgasm(s) of the week
Tuesday: When I was on my Skype date with m’Lady, zie spent most of it having me watch porn and touch myself with abandon. But despite my pleadings, I was not allowed to orgasm. And I got pretty wanton in my begging! Eventually, about the time I had completely given up on being given permission, I was blindsided by hir order to COME.
Which I did, and hard. Messily. For longer than I thought possible. And all higher brain functions – and possibly a few lower ones – ceased for a goodly while.
My stomach muscles hurt after that one. It was fantastic.
Best overall session of the week
Wednesday: It was what I think of as a classic wank session. No time pressure, a good book, lots of towels. I’d borrowed ‘Rubber Sex‘ by Rachel Kramer Bussel from Hylas, and I worked my way through most of the stories in the book, variously using my fingers, one of my long-time favourite dildos, and a bullet that I keep at his place.
My tea got cold. The towels got wet. I got off. (Poor Hylas had to work.)
Let’s learn some more about getting off, shall we? Some people think it’s boring – here are ideas for trying something new courtesy of Charlie Glickman at GoodVibes blog.
There’s some great erotica out there about masturbation – so why not read about getting off, to get off?
~ Cecilia Tan is the featured author at Erotica Readers and Writers Association this month. ‘Pearl Diver’ is a cool mouthful of good.
~ There is an amazing poem from Ron Koertge called ‘This is for every man who licks‘, which is on Jen Cross’ blog. I don’t care if you don’t like poetry. You need to read this one.