I’ve never been good at masturbation. I was in a long distance relationship in college, so I tried once or twice. My roommate hardly left our room freshman year, so her showers and class time were my only opportunity for alone time. I just never really had that much luck with it. I could think dirty thoughts, even tried looking at porn a few times, and I just couldn’t hit my own buttons.
Trust me, I tried. If I could’ve taken care of myself all these years, think of the well-rounded individual I could have been. *Cough Cough*
But sadly, it was not to be. When Sir and I started dating senior year, he didn’t push it. We took care of each other, like good college students should and I’ve never been apart from him for more than a few days since.
Now with our new arrangement, Sir has ‘challenged’ me, shall we say, to try and be successful. A little over a week ago he gave me a task at work to put the plug in. I tried warming myself up first to make it easier and I accidentally came. Talk about an awakening. I got into some wonderful trouble that night. He was almost more surprised than upset. But since then, we’ve been working on my newfound skills.
I don’t know why it was always so hard. Maybe I just never found the right happy place before. Now I have all these great dirty pictures floating around in my head. Before it would take a good ten or fifteen minutes of foreplay just to get me in the mood. Now I can make myself all gooey in less an half a minute just thinking about a couple of tumblr photos. Poor Sir sometimes has a hard time keeping up (don’t take that the wrong way, he’s a stallion, make no mistake).
But this is one of those blessing/curse kind of deals. I’m home alone with two kids who need my constant care. It doesn’t leave much time for personal pleasures (nor should it). And with all the mountains of stress that Sir and I are climbing right now, pouncing on him when he walks in the door isn’t always appreciated either. I must learn to control my new power.
It’s been torture, let me tell you.