Masturbation can be a funny thing.
I think I've been masturbating consciously since I was 7 or 8 years old and maybe even younger, before I knew there was a word to describe what I was doing.
At any rate, it wasn't long before my childhood masturbation sessions progressed from my hand to hairbrush handles and any other phallic-shaped household item or toy I could muster up.
Somewhere in the 5th or 6th grade I discovered that if I removed the "blade" portion of my mother's electric shaver, the little gizmo that was responsible for vibrating the blade back and forth made quite a nice clitoral stimulator. I made myself cum at the mercy of that electric shaver until it rubbed my clit raw and tiny droplets of blood stained my pre-pubescent panties.
When I finally went away to college, I bought my very first "real" vibrator -- a fuschia slimline vibe -- at a head shop on Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley. In the privacy of my dorm room (after sharing a room with my younger sister for 14 years, I finally had solitude!), I'd go to work with my vibrator and cum until my abdominal muscles ached from the constant contractions.
Fast forward 11 years later and although my selection of sex toys has grown, my favorite standby for that just-before-bedtime orgasm is my trusty slimline (well, not the exact one, I think it is the 4th or 5th once since college). I've just bought a pretty new one -- I think it was called "Raspberry Sorbet" because it is a dusty pink color and somewhat translucent and after the first few uses, I realized it was taking me longer and longer to cum. Was this the dreaded clit desensitization I'd read about in columns like "Ask Tristan" or "Savage Love"? Had my prolonged use of mechanical devices to get myself off actually ruined my clitoris for life? I even went so far as to swap the curved barbell jewelry in my clit hood for a standard barbell, for fear the piercing was contributing to my lack of sensation. I worried about this as each night, my masturbation sessions with my vibrator grew longer and longer. At times I actually had to turn the pesky contraption off because it got so hot and my hand was cramping from positioning it on my clit for such a prolonged period.
Then, last night, it dawned on me. The batteries were weak. I snapped a new pair of Durcell C's in the motherfucker and turned it up full blast. I came in a matter of seconds.
Phew glad the old girl's still got it in her.
I think I've been masturbating consciously since I was 7 or 8 years old and maybe even younger, before I knew there was a word to describe what I was doing.
At any rate, it wasn't long before my childhood masturbation sessions progressed from my hand to hairbrush handles and any other phallic-shaped household item or toy I could muster up.
Somewhere in the 5th or 6th grade I discovered that if I removed the "blade" portion of my mother's electric shaver, the little gizmo that was responsible for vibrating the blade back and forth made quite a nice clitoral stimulator. I made myself cum at the mercy of that electric shaver until it rubbed my clit raw and tiny droplets of blood stained my pre-pubescent panties.
When I finally went away to college, I bought my very first "real" vibrator -- a fuschia slimline vibe -- at a head shop on Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley. In the privacy of my dorm room (after sharing a room with my younger sister for 14 years, I finally had solitude!), I'd go to work with my vibrator and cum until my abdominal muscles ached from the constant contractions.
Fast forward 11 years later and although my selection of sex toys has grown, my favorite standby for that just-before-bedtime orgasm is my trusty slimline (well, not the exact one, I think it is the 4th or 5th once since college). I've just bought a pretty new one -- I think it was called "Raspberry Sorbet" because it is a dusty pink color and somewhat translucent and after the first few uses, I realized it was taking me longer and longer to cum. Was this the dreaded clit desensitization I'd read about in columns like "Ask Tristan" or "Savage Love"? Had my prolonged use of mechanical devices to get myself off actually ruined my clitoris for life? I even went so far as to swap the curved barbell jewelry in my clit hood for a standard barbell, for fear the piercing was contributing to my lack of sensation. I worried about this as each night, my masturbation sessions with my vibrator grew longer and longer. At times I actually had to turn the pesky contraption off because it got so hot and my hand was cramping from positioning it on my clit for such a prolonged period.
Then, last night, it dawned on me. The batteries were weak. I snapped a new pair of Durcell C's in the motherfucker and turned it up full blast. I came in a matter of seconds.
Phew glad the old girl's still got it in her.
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Monster Joe: Awww, that was nothing. Wait until I'm REALLY bored at work, I'll share some tales that'll make your head spin and your cock hard.