Play by Play Account of Today's Session

The stress of the holidays, of wrapping up stuff at work and then traveling back and forth to see family, had left me having really boring solo sex for unacceptably long. I was just going through the motions, circling my clit like I didn't care and then grunting one out. My perfunctory masturbation led to ho-hum orgasms. What's worse, I was in a state where I no longer cared to have really hot sex with myself anymore. The mediocre masturbation I was having was just fine with me, and that scared me. That all changed for the better today. I decided to recommit to spectacular masturbation. The problem was that my hectic schedule left me prioritizing other things over my sex life with myself. I hadn't been making time or head space for it. I needed an intervention and so decided without a doubt ahead of time that this afternoon would be blocked out for special finger session to reconnect with myself. After work, I showered and immediately got into bed. According to the calendar I use to keep track of my menstrual cycle, it would be 2 more days before my ovulation period would arrive, but luckily I had no trouble getting in the mood once I put my mind to it. First, I laid relaxed on my back with my legs closed and crossed at the ankles and my hands, one palm over the other, resting on my lower abdomen. I told myself that I wasn't allowed to masturbate just yet, and the restriction on it, knowing I wasn't allowed to do it, got me horny. I rocked my hips up and down gently and squeezed my pc muscle every now and then. I enjoyed the warmth on my lower abdomen from my palms, and it drove me crazy that my hands were so close to where I wanted them to be but not. My vagina was moderately wet by the time I was done with this. Taking it to the next level, I got into my usual masturbation position, the universal knees apart feet together clit diddling pose, but I didn't reach between my legs just yet. I teased myself by simply being in a position that my mind associates with my clit "getting some," but my clit wasn't getting some. To make things even crueler, I placed my hands on the insides of my thighs and just held them there. They were so close to where I wanted to put them but not there, yet. The crevices of my thighs were moist with my juices from the closed-leg pose. My vagina was dripping by this point. Even though I was enjoying the tease with no touch, I was glad when I transitioned to actual fingering. I started foreplay strokes with myself, treating my vulva to arousing strokes to increase my excitement before masturbation in earnest began. I used vertical vagina to clit strokes to spread the lubrication upwards, and then I used the stroke that is like an infinity sign to give the crevices between my inner and outer labia some love in addition to the clit. My entire vulva got nicely coated with my natural lubricant during this foreplay period. Masturbation in earnest began with a light, circular, well-lubricated fingering on my clitoral glans. I did myself that way for a nice stretch of time before I changed my stroke to a firmer one circling on the right side of my clitoral shaft, pressing just hard enough to feel the pressure from the underside of my clit against my pubic bone. Transitioning between strokes always gives me a jolt of pleasure I enjoy. The new sensation is a shock to the system, but I always need to work to back down a bit so that I don't topple over the edge. When I was a less experienced masturbator, these moments of transition would sometimes make me lose control or at least willpower. I wouldn't last very long after the change, but I'm more mature now. I overcame that hurdle through committed training. I teased myself by lightening up on the stroke pressure. I began fingering at one or two notches below the intensity where I wanted it, and my pussy cried out at the deprivation. I ordered it to settle down and stop being so demanding, and when it didn't, I punished it by easing up on the stroke even more. I'm very loving with my pussy when I masturbate, but sometimes, I can be cruel. Today, I was a bit cruel. The touch became very light almost to the point of feathery, and once my pussy complied by not craving more, I became more generous with the stroke intensity again. Another way I teased myself was to revert back to foreplay strokes smack in the middle of the long stretch of masturbating in earnest. I love doing this little maneuver. It's nice to suspend things for a bit before giving it to myself real good again. When the moment was right, I decided to finish myself off. I repositioned my legs from the classic knees apart feet together masturbation position into my ready-to-have-an-orgasm position in a big V. I pressed my fingers down firmly into my pubic bone along the right side of my clitoral shaft and and rubbed in decisive and assertive circles. The orgasm hit within seconds, and I bucked my hips up and down vigorously while my fingers went on autopilot frantically rubbing it out. This was an orgasm that I earned. I savored it as it seized my jerking, kicking, bucking body. Indescribable noises came out of my mouth as I allowed it to run its course. I broke my dry spell of ho-hum masturbation sessions with a bang.