Flashback Friday: May is Masturbation Month

29 Apr
Borrowing from American Spanking Society’s idea of Flashback Fridays, I will repost an entry from approximately one year prior. Hope you enjoy the trip down Memory Lane as much as I do!
 
Let’s talk orgasms.
 
February 14, 1999, at approximately 10:00 pm, I experienced my very first toe-curling, leg-jellying, vision-clouding orgasm and now they’re as necessary for me as coffee in the morning. The specifics of that night will be as indelible as my college graduation, the day I learned to skip, the day I got my driver’s license. They’re that vivid.

Recently released from a disaster of a relationship, I decided to satisfy my curiosity once and for all. Had I orgasmed before? I thought I had, but it wasn’t earth-shaking like Johanna Lindsey (of romance story fame) described in her smutty books. People always said, “if you have one, you’ll KNOW!”, but I found that people often exaggerate their sexual exploits.
 
So, on Valentine’s Day, alone and happy to be so, I hopped down to our local sex shop, paid my dollar entry fee and described to the worker what I needed, while trying without success to keep my blushing at bay. I needed knowledge! I needed experience! I needed to CUM! Hard!
 
So he led me to the wall. The wall of pleasurable toys and assorted naughtiness. The cum wall. And after discussing the virtues of one over the other, I made my decision: a small, white, battery-operated vibrator that had a whole lot of power. I could hardly wait to get home.

Comfortable in my bed with a movie playing softly on my TV (“Run Lola run” will always hold a special place in my heart), I twisted the head of my new companion and tentatively let him vibrate against my clit. I would get close, and then back it away, trying to savor the pleasure in the “just before”, and then work it some more. It took less than 10 minutes to understand the mystery of the elusive O.
 
It rocked me. It shocked me. I gasped and clutched my comforter and, in a voice I did not recognize as my own, moaned and swore like I never had before with my partners. I learned the various angles, the right pressure, the balance between greed and self-control.

I went through 6 batteries that first night. The next day I bought a value pack.
 
Since then, I wouldn’t say that I’m a masturbation addict; I much prefer the presence of a cock and some fingers…and a tongue, perhaps combined with a dildo. (Okay, so I’m an ORGASM addict.) More importantly, I know when I’m close. I know how to get there and I can even provide directions.
 
Hooray for masturbation!

16 Responses to “Flashback Friday: May is Masturbation Month”

  1. D April 30, 2011 at 8:22 am #

    Pink,

    I like how we’ve *switched* May from a noun into a verb!

  2. The girl next door April 30, 2011 at 10:17 am #

    Oh my! What a post. Thank you. I am a masturbation addict myself. Or is it orgasm addict? Could it be both? Mmmmmm.

    • Barely Pink April 30, 2011 at 8:14 pm #

      Hey! (Welcome!)

      It most definitely could be both, although I’m addicted to the end result, not the means. Well…actually, I like the means, too. So I guess I’m right there with ya!

    • Cruel Intentions May 1, 2011 at 5:29 am #

      Xme its no surprise to find you here!

  3. Season April 30, 2011 at 11:21 am #

    Maybe any month with a vowel in it could be masturbation month? :mrgreen: My favorite vowel is OOOOOOOOOOOO.

    • Barely Pink April 30, 2011 at 8:16 pm #

      Ha!

      I second the motion (in the ocean).

  4. steve April 30, 2011 at 9:24 pm #

    finding the proper partner obviates the need. But the necessety sommetimes arises. Have fun ladies.

    • Barely Pink May 1, 2011 at 7:19 am #

      It’s fun even with the right partner. 🙂

  5. Cruel Intentions May 1, 2011 at 5:44 am #

    Pink, I love your description of not recognizing your own voice. There is something that happens in that exact moment that defies description. I can only say is nothing les than wondrous to look into a womens eyes as she rubs her fingers slowly back and forth over her sex. To see that change in her eyes as she crosses that threshold is heavenly.
    Unless of course I can’t see because her other hand is holding the back of my head.

    Cruel

    • Barely Pink May 1, 2011 at 7:55 am #

      I read somewhere (I think it was on Pandora Blake’s blog) that at the moment of orgasm, people’s minds go blank. That it’s a stupefying event. I’ve tried to verify the truth to this, but at the critical moment, I forget what “stupefy” means. 😛

  6. Brett May 2, 2011 at 12:22 am #

    6 batteries in one night!? Hehe.

    I love using the toys. Girls of long ago didn’t know what they were missing. Let’s take a moment to give thanks to Volta for first providing a more reliable source of electrical energy.

    • Barely Pink May 2, 2011 at 9:41 am #

      I much prefer the plug in variety of vibes, although it’s a bit restrictive. Either that or I should purchase stock in Duracell.

  7. Raven Red May 2, 2011 at 4:12 am #

    And batteries are not cheap (well in South Africa they are not…)
    I am also SO going back to Anne Summers. I should have bought the others..eh other vibrator as well.

    Hugs

    Raven

    • Barely Pink May 2, 2011 at 9:44 am #

      I so wish I could get on the Google machine and check out Anne Summers, but I am at work so sadly cannot. Is this someone or something that I should be familiar with? Sounds like fun times. 🙂

      • Raven Red May 2, 2011 at 5:51 pm #

        It is one of those shops that Uncle Nick thought he could enjoy a “conservative” South African girl being uncomfortable…after repeated loud sighs, pointed looks at watch, etc etc…I did eventually leave. Happy at that.

        Oh, and I have not told him yet, that WE are going back there…(GRIN)

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