I saw this tweet from Molly and it got me thinking.
Now I think she actually meant something rather than someone but my mind had already started racing.
My first thoughts were how hot that sounded but that was quickly followed by the realisation that for me it wouldn’t work.
When I masturbate it now tends to be to reach a goal, if I know I’m not going to cum then there is no real point. Yes, I do love to edge but I rarely get the time to do so now. And in order for an orgasm to occur I need to be somewhere where I’m comfortable and that place is usually our bed.
When I saw the tweet about masturbating in the open I realised I always have to be hidden away for the happy ending I want, even if I’m in bed I have to have the covers over me. There have been a few occasions I’ve attempted to do so on the sofa but the only successful time is when the duvet was close by so I could grab it and hide away. I hadn’t really even given it any thought until now.
Its a sad thing to admit but I can’t even masturbate when Sir is in the house. If I’m playing in front of him, that’s fine, my exhibitionist streak comes into play and that makes it so much sexier. I know if he caught me he wouldn’t mind, if anything he is likely to join in but I just can’t do it.
I think I’ve mentioned in the past my mother caught me in the act and threatened to ‘take me to a shrink’ if she discovered me doing it again. I didn’t think it had much of an affect on me but looking back I think it may have had a fairly devastating one. I always made sure I was never caught again so it was always something I did either under the covers facing the bedroom door or hidden in the wardrobe. Even now if I had a big enough wardrobe it’s likely that’s where I’d be!
I’m not sure where my ramblings are going but now I’ve made that connection I think I maybe I need to work on retraining myself. With Sirs patience and help I may one day be able to find a corner of some woodland and enjoy the wonders of nature.