In 1969 at age 25, having been dumped by Jim because he could not handle what he called my insatiable desire for sex.
It was during this stage in my life that masturbation took on a completely new meaning for me. It was a release, true enough, but I took it to a new personal level. Five orgasms a day were easy, sometimes more.
I revisited Nancy Friday's book “My Secret Garden”. I tried everything that was described.
The book “For yourself” by Lonnie Garfield Barbach also fueled my deeper understanding of sex. The story of the woman masturbating with her diaphragm gave me a new use for mine as I tried that too.
To tell you the truth, with Jim I was always wearing one deep in my vagina and protecting my cervix. The preparation was always a turn-on for Jim to watch me put it in as he did not have to use condoms with me.
I in addition, I invented many of my own methods.
I bought an electric toothbrush, and it worked as advertised. It became one of my favorite toys of all time, right next to my pulsating waterjet tooth cleaner. I read many ‘how to’ books on sex. One night I read about Ben-Wa balls, and why the old Chinese women, became so addicted to them. I discovered that a woman devised her own set using a roll of nickels and a condom. I walked to the grocery store at two in the morning and obtained the required material. I went horseback riding down in Galveston with my nickels and nearly collapsed with pleasure.
Then, one day, a woman described how she used the water falling from the spout of her tub. That worked too, as did almost everything I tried.
Then as I was reading a few hot magazines I discovered latex clothing. Oh my God, but that story has to wait, I need to get away from the keyboard NOW.
Are there any other women that have the same problem?
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