I'm a show-off. I always have been. I'm also lucky enough to love my body, and have technology that lets me show it to the people I'd like to see it.
Until a few weeks ago, I had never masturbated in the 'traditional' sense. I always felt odd touching myself, but as I came to like my body more and more I found it was easier if I had an audience. Instead of actually masturbating, I would take pictures of myself touching, well myself. I sent them to boyfriends via email or phone. Just the thought of their reaction when they open the file was enough to make me gush.
While we were dating, my husband especially enjoyed the photos of me around the house. I'd send them to him just before he left work to let him know I was ready for him to come home.
A few weeks ago it happened. I finally wanted to make a video. The thing with video is that you don't get much effect out of posing for the shot. So I grabbed a towel full of ice and made myself comfortable in the bed.
The thought of what I was doing made my heart race, and everything else incredibly sensitive. I ran the ice across my chest and down my stomach. Rubbed it on the insides of my legs to get used to the sensation. By the time the ice reached my clit I thought I would explode.
I took a few deep breaths and started again. This time I ran the ice around my lips slowly. I began to penetrate with what was left of the ice cube, then left the ice to continue on my own. Every touch and thrust sent shivers through my core until I hit just the right spot and stayed there. The sensation was amazing, and even more because I had done it. There was no need to exaggerate what I was feeling. I knew exactly how good I had felt at my own hand. Instead of the video, I decided to keep this to myself. I earned it.