2005
Good Goddess, I need my woman
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Hi everyone! First let me say that it has been a very long time since I have posted here, and not because the subjects aren’t great! Just because of family uproar, upheaval and upsetting circumstances. So hello! Everyone’s stories have been awesome!
Now on to the topic at hand- Masturbation. Isn’t that a fun word?
Do I masturbate? Of couse I do. Then again, what sane, horny, love-crazed, or love-depressed person doesn’t? Unless you’re a prude like my sister. 
Now, what I have found is that it is impossible to have a good orgasm all by my little lonesome if a) I’m not allowed to make enough noise due to circumstances, or b) I haven’t anything pleasant to think about.
Why do I masturbate? great question, but first lets get this out of the way…I think that the word “masturbate” is far to clinical. Also, if you don’t know how to please yourself how are you going to know a) what you like b) how to tell someone else what you like and c) how to achieve orgasm ?
The why’s, oh my there are so many why’s. I’ve found that the most ridiculous “why” is so that I can get a good nights sleep. If I haven’t exhausted myself out enough during the day and sleep feels miles away, I roll over onto my left side and begin the massage of one- of my whole body. I imagine my hand’s are hers. Who’s? Well that depends. My gf’s, my wife’s, my lover, my friend, my crush, the actress I think is hot- anyone goes- but most recently I imagine those hand’s are T.’s (my gf). Why? Because I know those hands. I’ve memorized them. I know their exact feel, touch, taste, every line, curve, grace, movement, even smell. Those hands are the one thing that I can never forget. Your hands, my love, they bring my shelter from the pain of being so far away from you- it’s the one memory that hasn’t been blurred by the miles.
Moving on… I’ve realized that one cannot achieve a good orgasm- or maybe one at all- when sharing a room with your sister. Because….just, ew. So what do I do? When all is at it’s peak and I need to be touched, by you T. ? I roll to my stomach and arch into my hand, all the while pretending it’s you. But without the ability to make any sound? All I have done is exhaust my body into a dreamfull sleep. When I wasn’t here and I could make small sounds? My body would quiver with need, the need to come (oh ladies, you know what I mean) and I would have what I call halfsies (almost an orgasm but you’re not quite free enough for total release). Still, a nice way to end the day.
Do you know what’s a better way? To end the day being curled up with you, to be wrapped in your scent, your hair all around, to wake to the feeling of you by my side, to be comforted in the sound of your voice, of your sighs……
