I’m Filled With Them #MasturbationMonday

Opinions, I’m filled with opinions. Ya kinky bastards, what did you think I meant? Oh, I know what you thought I meant – that’s what I love about you. I wish I had something juicy (hehe, juicy) to share with you on Masturbation Monday, but last week neither Daddy or I were able to sleep well, which tends to curb the kinky fuckery around here. But, I did spend a lot of time talking about masturbation – even going so far as to make it as erotic as possible.

This week, I’m going to ask you to show some love to those who have shown love to me and my obsession views on masturbation.

The First Time – Wank of the Day

The first time I masturbated properly – and by properly, I mean, I touched myself for more than 10 seconds and reached climax, I was 32. Yes 3 and 2, 32. What could have been my motivation at that age? A man – of course.

He said my inability to orgasm was a turn off for him. I wanted him – badly. And I’m a fixer. If there’s a problem, I don’t want to talk about it. I want to fix it. I needed fixing. Ultimately, I lost the man (no big loss, actually) but I gained so much more. I’m soooooo glad I corrected the orgasm/masturbation problem.

Where was I? Oh yes, the ripe old age of 32 and my first real experience with masturbation. I remember it like it was yesterday…

Check out the whole thing over at Wank of the Day!

Busting the Myths Behind Squirting – Christina Mandara

Squirting – the pennacle of female orgasms, an orgasm-induced tinkle, or a myth perpetuated by pornography? Well, as an avid squirter, I’m here to tell you it’s a real thing.

I read blog posts, articles, and personal accounts all the time about how to train yourself to squirt. I can’t speak to that – I discovered it quite by accident.

Up until a few years ago, I’d never even had an orgasm. What I discovered, when I finally started fixing that little problem, was that the reason I didn’t orgasm was because each time I came close to climax, I thought I was going to pee. So, of course, I stopped myself. I wasn’t going to be the girl who peed on her partner during sex. (That’s not one of my kinks.)

Read the whole thing at Christina’s blog – oh, and if you want to read some really kinky erotica, check out her books, too.

The Difference Between His Touch and My Touch – Clitical.com

His fingers are warm, firm, and rough from years of working hard. His nails are trimmed and neat but always just a little bit long, better to rake my skin and send my body into spasms. His touch is firm, forceful – even when he’s gentle.

His touch commands and forces the pleasure from my body. Slow swirls or fast flicks, it matters not. My body is so sensitive under his touch that the first orgasm is almost painful in its intensity. I writhe and claw my way out of the sensations. My thighs come together with enough force to hurt him. My whole body feels an orgasm from his touch.

Jenne, over at Clitical, is so supportive and generous with her space, letting me send her random posts and then actually putting them up on her site. Make sure to spend a little time looking around. She’s a woman after my own heart when it comes to masturbation.

Make sure to check out the main Masturbation Monday page and visit all the erotic hotness supplied by other bloggers this week!