Addicted to Orgasms

Once I figured out the process of cumming when I was 17, I began to hone my skill. Practice makes perfect, right? I went to college and couldn't do it in bed at night like I was used to, so I would schedule my masturbation around my roommate's classes. (Consequently, for years I would get horny at 2 in the afternoon as a Pavlovian response, since that's when it always worked out that I was in the dorm room when they were away.) I thought I was pretty good at getting myself off, but the pleasure I felt as a teen and young adult is nowhere near what I experience now.

I don't know if it's a medication issue (a side effects of my prescription is increased libidinal response), or if it's true that women hit their sexual prime as they approach middle age. Maybe it's a combination of both. Whatever it is, I'm loving it. I'm horny as a teenage boy all the time. I'm pretty much constantly thinking about touching myself, always crossing my legs and flexing my muscles for a bit of sensation whenever I'm sitting anywhere. I have to get off multiple times per day -- at least once in the morning (often twice), at least once at night (often twice or more), and in the afternoon if I can squeeze it into the schedule. On a decent day I manage five orgasms. My record is 13 in a 24-hour period...and the next day I felt like I'd run a marathon. I think I dehydrated myself!

Before the pandemic, when my kid was still in nursery school during the day, I would sometimes luxuriate in the solitude and pleasure myself at home for hours. If I didn't have some immediate work or chores to accomplish, the top of my to-do list was always cumming. Sometimes I'd read erotic stories or watch porn (full volume -- what a luxury), sometimes I'd relish the thrill of being naked in the house where I usually couldn't be, and sometimes I'd just lie in bed and bring myself off over and over again until I was in a sensual stupor. This is when I realized I was on a totally different sexual level than my younger self had been. As a teenager and young adult, I would climax once, and then be in a refractory period like a guy where the interest just disappears. If I tried to keep going, I could sometimes coax out a weak orgasm after some serious effort, but it was never very good the second time, and I usually never bothered. But now, I can go again and again.

Typically I try to get responsible stuff done in the morning, but by lunchtime I'm pleasuring myself in bed. Nursery school dismissal time would be approaching, but I always tried to sneak in one more orgasm. I'd lie there in the bed after rubbing myself to a toe-curling climax, exhausted and breathing hard, my hand still resting between my legs and gently stroking my pussy as the contractions slowed and the pleasure ebbed. Before I knew it, those gentle, absentminded strokes of my hand would pick up speed, and I was going for another cum. That was the last one, I'd promise myself. I have to leave in five minutes. Then every time I'd feel the urge for one more, and I'd hurriedly rub myself off to one last orgasm (usually the 4th or 5th of the afternoon by this point). Then it was always a mad scramble to throw my clothes back on and run my fingers through my hair to look less disheveled and debauched when I showed up at nursery school with all the other mothers. Sometimes I didn't even have time to wipe my juices away, and I'd drive to the school still throbbing and slippery, always a bit nervous that someone might smell sex on me. (They never did...that I know of.) 

By the time I returned home it was back to reality, and my pleasure took a back burner to all the responsibilities I had to accomplish. But as soon as the kid was asleep for the night, I was back in bed and browsing through erotica again, ready to rock myself to sleep with one more cum before I passed out -- or several more. I can't count the times I've accidentally masturbated long into the night, only to look at the clock and notice it was 2 or 3 in the morning. The next day would be exhausting, but it was always worth it. I know everyone says getting older sucks, but if THIS is my consolation for approaching middle age, I'm totally okay with it!