masturbation – Page 3

So, just because I’m completely turned off to SG as a person doesn’t mean I can’t still use him as masturbatory fodder.

Allow me to explain.

We did some really hot stuff. And while he’s causing me a lot of pain right now, sometimes I think about that stuff. And to avoid doing more damage by responding to some of his advances, I just masturbate it out.

Recently, I thought about this time I had to finish this paper and he wanted to mess around. I was procrastinating like crazy and he got so frustrated he said, “put your hand between your legs right now and touch your cunt.” I rolled my eyes and did it. “That’s the last time you’re touching it until you’re done with your paper. And when you’re done I’ll touch it for you.” He left and made me text him every time I finished a page.

I figure, hopefully, I’ll get this stuff out of my system. It doesn’t help there isn’t much (in the ways of people) to do around here.

SG: So, what have you been up to today?

Me: Just got done stress masturbating…

SG: Wow.

Me: Don’t you judge me.

SG: I’m only judging you for not inviting me.

SG and I are planning another evening of joint porn-watching. Only, this time, he’s picking.

Sometimes, I just wish I could spend all morning in bed.

Warm sunlight.

Soft sheets.

Hands all over.

Packing…kind of.

juicycarolina:

iPhone self shot

Need.

Ivy Update:

Dearest Tumblr,

Thank you for all the kind messages in regard to my recent car story update and the general ones I’ve been getting asking if my trip is going well. I’ve tried to get back to all of you and I suppose I owe you a general update. I’m safe, I’m happy, I’m having the time of my life.

Last night, I found my gspot while masturbating. For real. I wound up having entirely too many orgasms while it started to pour buckets of rain onto my roof. There’s something really amazing about cumming to that sound. When the rains come here, they’re terribly heavy and they hit my roof in such a way that I cannot hear anyone speak over it when they’re in my apartment.

Afterwards, I cracked open a beer, pulled on my frat’s zip-up over my trembling, blissed-out self, and laid out on my bed to listen to the rain until I fell asleep.

Thank you for keeping up and expressing interest. You’re a lovely bunch.

<3, Ivy

As hilarious as the caption is, it’s true. Neglect can be so freaking sexy. There is something so gripping about a partner purposely ignoring me when setting me to a task or making me stand in the corner while they do something else. It shows a huge amount of restraint on their part, too, which I think is amazing seeing as I’m one of those types who just wants to get the show on the road.

kindlybeatingher:

Yes its nice slut but not now the game is on

Sometimes, I like to touch myself in the ways other people have in order to recreate those sensations. But, I never, ever can in quite the way they did. Maybe it’s like the fact that you can’t tickle yourself. I can recreate the motion, but I will never, ever fully recreate the feeling. It takes two to tango.