How to Master Female Masturbation
It’s so much better now that I’m doing it right
I used to only masturbate when my husband was out of the house.
Then, he stopped leaving as often. Grad school involved fewer and fewer seminars and more and more independent research, which he did at home.
That cut down on my opportunities to get myself off. At least I still had the times I was supposed to be sleeping. I’d sometimes go for a nap or go to bed early. If I couldn’t fall asleep, my mind would wander. It usually wandered somewhere naughty and I would end up taking care of myself.
But then we had more kids.
Being responsible for a baby, a toddler, and a preschooler all at once was a much bigger wank-block than my work-at-home husband ever could be.
I masturbated less frequently than I wanted to and under some less than ideal conditions. I was sexually frustrated and only ever had a short window to give myself some relief.
When I had a chance to get away for a few minutes, I would lock the bedroom door, grab my vibrator, shove it in my pants, and lie on my stomach and hope to hell I wouldn’t get interrupted.
If I was lucky, I’d have enough time to give myself an orgasm. Often, though, I’d hear a kid run up the stairs…
