h0tcumm0dity's blog post - city girls & the fine art of masturbation

so. I had to change my "about me" section, because I was getting way too many jokes about the 'big city' thing. I had previously written that I had just moved from a small town to a big city. not THE big city, A big city. I realize how small town it sounds to say "THE big city" and of course, there is more than one big city, which is why I avoided writing it. however, that didn't stop people from making jokes about it. [[as in, "how's it going, city girl?" *rolls eyes*]] I know a few of you meant in a teasing way and were not trying to offend, so my irritation is not directed towards you. we cool? good.

I don't know if this will come as a surprise, but I am not terribly well versed in the art of masturbation. I do think I'm quite capable of getting men and women off with my fingers but when it comes to myself . . . not quite so much. my arousal even feels different to me when I touch myself. it comes and goes and if I'm with someone else (and he's doing it right), the sensation doesn't stop.

so I guess what this means is that I need to do it more often. practice makes perfect, right? and I might need to invest in some proper toys when I'm going at it solo. I have a rabbit toy and I can count on one hand the number of times I've used it. years ago, my gay bff at the time gave me a huge pink dildo and christened it with my father's name. which means that I have never, ever used it. ironically, I think my father ended up finding it after I moved. he had the good sense not to say anything, if he did in fact, find it.

so now that I've moved and had to go an ungodly amount of time without getting laid until recently, I think I owe it to myself to become more well-versed in the art of masturbation. because, let's face it, me orgasming on a regular basis will benefit all of mankind. I'll be a much happier chica and the people around me will be happier too

I tend to do most of my exploring in my closet. at the new place, I have a large and lovely walk-in closet. it's nice and spacious with more than enough room to lie down. one day I was in there for awhile and made the mistake of bringing a pillow and fell asleep in there. [[see what I mean? I'm so lame at doing it solo that I put myself to sleep! ]] there's even a light in there, but sometimes I turn it off so I can get into the right frame of mind

I just don't know what I'm doing wrong. maybe the way I'm wired won't allow me to orgasm from my own stimulation? I'm having fun experimenting with it but to get all hott and bothered from solo activity, I have to REALLY use my imagination, which I'm afraid is not what it used to be. *sigh*

the funny thing is, when I'm engaging in sexual activity with someone else, I moan rather easily. it doesn't take much to turn me on. one day at school, this guy accidentally [[at least, I think it was accidentally]] brushed up against me while we were packing our things and leaving the classroom and I was wearing a thin tank top and it made my head spin. thankfully, I didn't moan, that would have been awkward.

hmm. I think part of the problem is that the little things I really enjoy are hard to do alone. I like having my hair played with, my earlobe nibbled on, being massaged and I recently found out having someone's tongue in my navel is pretty fucking amazing

I wonder what response I'd get if I put an ad on craigslist requesting someone to come into my closet and doing those four things to me? I wouldn't actually do that, because I AM rather shy and craiglist just isn't my style. but hey, I'm in the big city now right? there has to be someone within the city limits who would be down

until next time,

h0tcumm0dity*