There is a formula that I follow, long and drawn out, it takes me on the perfect journey from bored and horny to sated contentment. This isn’t a quickie, not a “do it and get on with my day” type of situation. This is a process, a love affair with myself, a special kind of Me Time.
I go to my room, the guest room, which is decorated in a soothing palate of blues, greens and grays. The light streams in through the double glass doors making me feel as though I’m out in the garden, the breeze trickling over my bare skin and the birds swooping overhead. I lay on the bed on my stomach at first, always crossways at the foot of the bed so as not to disturb the carefully propped pillows. I read erotica on my phone to get my imagination and my juices flowing. I like all different genres, BDSM and lesbian sex, male on male and first time anal. I browse through a couple of stories before I find one that might get me off, and I begin reading. I don’t touch myself until I’m aching with need and my panties have a wet spot in the crotch.
Then, I slide my panties off, slicking my wetness down the inside of my thighs, feeling the cool air on my hot, moist cunt, and I continue reading as I press my mound into the soft mattress. I grind against the covers, the slight pressure gives me shivers and makes me want to start touching myself, but I still wait.
I wait until I’ve dripped onto the covers, making a clear liquid mess that only I know about. I’ll do the laundry later, but for now I enjoy being dirty, arching my hips up to see the liquid string stretch from my cunt to the bed. The ache between my legs grows, and I finally reach my hand down between my legs and part my lips, my finger already saturated. I tease around my clit, delaying my climax even longer, slipping around in my mess. I place a finger on either side of my clit and grind against my hand, massaging and teasing before sliding down lower and dipping inside. I find the spot just inside, a little rough to the touch, and I buck my hips, fucking my hand. I can feel my muscles clench, and I am so close to tipping over, but I pull back, smearing my wetness over my lips and letting the sensation subside before diving back in for more.
I try to time my orgasm with a good part in the story, when the main character’s ass is penetrated or when the submissive comes from a hard hand spanking. When I’m finally ready, I allow my fingers to rub my clit. It doesn’t take long. Just a few quick strokes against my pebble-hard nub and my body explodes. I cry out even though I am alone, loud and dramatic just as I do for Sir, my muscles clench and pulse around my hand. I drool into the quilt and grab at the fabric, I hump against my hand and flex my ass cheeks. I don’t want it to be over, and as soon as it is, I crave more.
But, that is all I get. I lay still for a moment, my hand crushed beneath me. My eyelids rest at half mast as my heart slows to a normal pace, and my brain tells me I’m sleepy. Before I drift off, I groan and roll over, pulling my hand out from its sticky hiding place. I wipe my mess off on the bed covers, still not caring about propriety. Then I bring my hand up to my nose, inhaling my own warm scent, a comforting aroma that is all me.
My ritual is my own, an hour of self-worship that makes me feel powerful and satisfied. Without this time to be with myself, I would be cranky and needy. I wouldn’t know my body as well or feel as comfortable in my own skin. I touch myself and I know myself and I love myself.
That’s wonderful that your Sir understands your need to connect with yourself through this ritual. More women should designate a ‘special kind of me time’.
I agree! I’m amazed at how many don’t spend time with themselves.
I certainly enjoy my masturbation as well.
It’s important!
I love this! I love this because I do not have this connection to myself and I wish I did. I have always struggled to find the spark of masturbation, seeking it and finding out what might uncover this connection for me is what keeps me at it, to be honest. I’m certain that one day I’ll be writing a blog post saying ‘so it’s out THIS THING/KINK’ is what I was overlooking all these years. I thoroughly enjoy reading other folks accounts of moments like this though, so thank you for sharing x
You’re welcome! I hope you find your spark someday and that I am around to read all about it!
When I used to masturbate, I did similar things. In effect I would edge myself over and over until the point of no return. Those were great orgasms. The quickie toss offs were never very good. But when I had time and no worries—those were great.
Yes, I really do like taking my time and edging to get the best orgasm!
I love my masturbation time also. I usually do it when i can’t sleep as it seems to relax every wired nerve in my body so after I lay calm and relaxed.
Hot read Blue x
Thanks! I used to masturbate to fall asleep, but I haven’t had trouble sleeping in a very long time. I would also have to get permission lol.
Thank you for sharing about your masturbation ritual, I really like how you invest a lot of time in yourself. Also, very hot to read.
Thank you! I’m lucky that I have the time to invest, I wish that for everyone!
Oh gosh, this is so hot. What a ritual to have! What a way to connect with yourself!
Rebel xox
Thank you!
This is brilliantly told! And I loved reading that you asked for this for your connection to yourself. That is so self aware and wise and wonderful. I’m glad Rebel sent me here ?
Thank you!! That’s so sweet.?
Oh, this is lovely. ?
Thank you Jupi!?
“I don’t touch myself until I’m aching with need and my panties have a wet spot in the crotch.”
This is so hot and I love doing this
Mollyx
It’s funny how much it adds to the whole ritual for me. Thank you!