Written By: Angie
I had recently broken up with my fiance of three years because we simply drifted apart. There was not much to communicate and it seemed that we no longer had something new to talk about our selves and our likes in the bedroom.
As a sad result, the excitement in the bedroom had become none. We were no longer attracted to each other.
At first, I noticed on how easily aroused I became by many simple things by merely rephrasing statements made by my friends in normal conversation. Then by seeing other guys in the prime of their lives walking around the college campus.
I don’t know how I managed, but I kept to myself while out in public. However, when I got home, I found that I became interested in porn sites.
What had gotten over me? A year ago, I would have not been interested at all since I knew that I had a partner for that special satisfaction.
The nights passed, and I ended up laying awake in my bed with my thoughts on other matters. Eventually they became bits and pieces of a more elaborate and very personal fantasy.
One night I reached my breaking point and had an orgasm just by thinking about it.
A few nights after this happened repeatedly, I felt that I needed more and did not pay attention to what my hands were doing until I arched up unexpectedly as I reached another orgasm.
It turned out that my hand had only gently rubbed against my soft cotton bikini underwear but never actually touched skin.
Luckily I was fairly comfortable with myself and did not feel ashamed, but rather fascinated on how far a little stimulation could go.
As more nights passed, I wanted more and actually used my fingers to give myself pleasure.
After a single orgasm I would ease back, tired and content and had a relaxing nights sleep.
When it was that time of the month, I didn’t dare touch myself because I didn’t want to deal with the mess. So I resorted to go back to have the fantasies run through my mind, but I still wanted to be truly satisfied.
When that agonizing week was over and after a long warm bath, my mind was still on the same thing. I was beginning to wonder if this is what guys felt at their sexual peak. It was just driving me crazy!
The feelings and the basic urge stayed with me as I dressed for bed and I once again laid there thinking.
First, I tried to take it slow. There must be a reason to why I was feeling like this.
With the fantasies racing though my mind and no orgasm, I tried my fingers but that only succeeded in teasing me and making me want something deep inside me.
But I was out of luck, I had no toys so I spent some time thinking about what I should use. I thought about using a handle to a brush, but I didn’t want to be reminded of what I had done the next day when I had to brush my hair to go to class, so I was left with nothing but disappointment.
I did not have a good night’s sleep that night and when I came back home, I found that I could not work on my homework assignments. Especially since it was from one class that I had that was the study of human sexuality.
As I read through my textbook, it said that when a female masturbates, it will have the added bonus of ‘cleaning’ out