Happygirl Masturbates Again

Hello, WL readers! I'm coming to the end of my two-week vacation period, so I probably won't be able to post or masturbate as much as I have been. I'll still try to post regularly... maybe once a week or so. For those of you who've been posting, please keep it up, and for those of you who haven't posted, yet, please consider it. There's nothing like the warm feeling one gets from sharing!

For my vacation this fall, I decided to stay in and rest. I decided that there would be no frantic trips to catch planes with over-stuffed suitcases, no fussing at rental car counters, no rushing from tourist trap to tourist trap with a wrinkled map in hand. I also wanted to save up towards a down payment on a house, so I insisted on staying at home and doing nothing that cost a lot of money. If you ask me, $25 a year for WL is a bargain. I let my boyfriend come over during one weekend, but other than that, I wanted all the time to myself. What followed was a vacation spent on exquisite self-love and writing for WL.

When I'm reading hot material online, I don't actually masturbate to orgasm in front of the computer, although it does happen occasionally. I like to pull my legs up on my chair and sit with my legs crossed. I usually wear men's boxers when I'm hanging around the house. When I come across something online that gets me going, I lightly flick my clitoris through the fabric of my boxers while I read. Flannel feels different from broadcloth, and---believe me---it's all good.

My favorite things to read are the female masturbation techniques on Solo and other websites. There are so many ways that women get off, it's really amazing, and the thought of a woman masturbating and juicing up at her own touch makes me hotter than anything else. I'm always so grateful to the women who send their contributions in. I like to think of myself as being a good lover to myself, and like all good lovers, I like to try new things on a regular basis. Toys or water jets feel just okay to me. I use them on occasion, but nothing beats my own hand on my pussy.

I'm sitting here flicking and leaking into the fabric of my boxers. The brisk, light touch on my clitoris makes my pussy hyper-sensitive. I'm so sensitive that I find the trickles of fluid stimulating, and the constant tickle-trickle from between my labia teases me like crazy. But I resist the urge to do myself right here and now. Sometimes I'll reach into the fly and flick directly. I'm feeling good, but not urgent. I feel like I could go on like this forever. Afterwards, when I take off my boxers, I know there will be a large, irregular wet spot on them.

When I do get busy with myself, I tend towards calm and quiet sessions of self-love. Masturbation is like meditation for me. It clears my mind and relaxes me, and it helps me to fall asleep when I have insomnia.

Last night, I undressed and laid on my back with the comforter bunched up underneath my knees. I thought about my boyfriend, and that always makes me happy. He is warm, generous, empathetic, and he smells great. I thought about resting my cheek against his smooth, golden chest. I'm really so lucky to have him. I always masturbate more when I'm seeing someone.

I close my eyes and rock my hips back and forth while I lightly stroke my breasts and stomach. My legs are parted but not spread as wide as possible. They are relaxed and positioned only far enough apart for easy access. I stroke my belly and breasts for a long time before reaching for my clitoris with two dry fingers. I like to place my fingers to the right side of the clitoris rather than head-on. My fingers bury themselves into the top of that furrow between my inner and outer lips, and I massage my clitoris from that side. Sometimes I switch hands and sides, and it feels like someone else is doing me.

I tend to drip a lot when I'm turned on, but I don't actually use that lubrication most of the time. I find dry rubs very arousing, yet calming and relaxing. The sensation is definitely different from the same stroke done wet. I can't touch the head of my clitoris directly---or else, ouch!---but I don't need to in order to enjoy myself. I'm perfectly happy sliding the hood around that sensitive bud, feeling it get harder and bigger, while my fluids drip into the towel underneath me, unused. My pc muscles contract to the rhythm of my stroking, usually at the rate of one squeeze for every three circles. The coordinated squeezing and circle-rubbing is not something I think about but something I do subconsciously.

I'm not making any noise, just breathing deeply and slowly while I continue to massage my clitoris. Even when it's fully erect and straining under my delicate movements, I'm not interested in dipping into my fluids so I can touch that sensitive head. I'm not even thinking about it. The sensation of my dry fingers rubbing my dry hood is so arousing, I don't want anything else.

I think about my boyfriend's loving and gentle hands and keep my fingers dry as I continue to circle-rub my clit in the way I usually do from the right side. It is a motion that is so ancient to me, I feel like I've known it since birth. My hand rests in the crook of my right thigh as I continue---as if by instinct---massaging my clitoral hood over the swelling in steady, calming circles. If I do this long enough, eventually some moisture will travel upwards and glaze my fingers, but I wipe them on the towel, and sometimes I will take a corner of the towel to wipe my clitoris dry again.

I don't pick up the pace when my orgasm is near, probably because I don't often feel that it is near until it's right there. Keeping with the same steady rhythm of my rubbing, I feel a swell of pleasure overtake me and spill over. My body doesn't thrash or convulse, it rocks gently and undulates from a wave that originates in my hips. Even though I make very little noise during the build-up portion, I let out a few audible gasps when I climax. Afterwards, I pull the comforter over me and drift into a deep slumber.