Last week it was fucking pms, this week it’s too many orgasms. I had K’s hot three part story: jacuzzi, domination, gentle spanking and mirror sex, then I won more teasing foreplay of his tongue licking my back up and down until another mightly climax in part 4 which I wrote. He’s so hungry for my sex. Love it.
Then, I’ll start to get wet while I type a polite ‘hello, how are you’ message. It’s very deeply subconscious and it freaks the shit out of me.
Then there are other times when I just feel down to touch myself, find myself wet, and I can rub myself without thinking of any sexy thoughts, of course I always do.
There are also dry orgasms, probably when I haven’t drank enough fluids and I find it hard, no matter how much I think about sex, to get wet. I rub my clit, and the feelings there, only I’m not wet, and I can still cum. It doesn’t happen very often but it’s awesome.
I just love to orgasm. It gets the heart beating, the body in a gentle sweat, and it gives me inspiration to write. As a writer, I need this the most, can’t be getting writers block. But if I do, I know I only need to rub one out.
Perhaps I’m addicted to pleasure and orgasms, but we only live once, and life is short. Not that I need to research orgasms, but I can tell you that climaxing gets rid of stress, gies you a mini workout (yeah I’m repeating myself…sorry), boosts the immune system (what could be a better way to get rid of a cold?)and, as well as missing the stiff feeling of a cock sliding in and out, makes me sleep like a baby.
It’s nothing desperate to play with yourself, in fact, it’s experimentation, and it’s what I’m good at.
