Lately I’ve taken to carrying a small masturbation arsenal around with me. This could be because I have this spiffy new bag that’s a laptop case and purse all rolled into one. I’ve never been very comfortable carrying a purse for some reason, but now that I’m all respectable and have a career n’ stuff, I can’t carry around a backpack like a college student anymore. Now, don’t mistake me, while I do masturbate a lot, I’m not a compulsive masturbator. In addition to being bisexual, I’m somewhat autoerotic: I don’t need sex to be sexually satisfied. There’s a difference between autoeroticism and plain ol’ masturbation, though masturbation is a common component of autosexuality. I find myself sexually attractive. Or rather, I get excited thinking about the things I’m going to do to myself. For me, it’s just as hot as doing it to another person.
I don’t need to have sex with myself constantly; once in a while, though, I need to get off. And clitoral stimulation alone doesn’t give me a satisfying enough orgasm. I need to hit my g-spot if I’m going to get any relief. That ache for satiation is a complete distraction. If I can masturbate, I can climax and forget about it for the rest of the day, otherwise I’m going to squirm in my chair and curse a lot. I might chastise myself for getting all riled up when I browse sex- and pornblogs instead of working, but I like it: If I have a free moment or two, I’m going to spend it reading up on topics that interest me, like all the newest sex toys, sexuality issues, sexual politics, etc. In general, anything to do with sex, not just sex itself. Most of the time I don’t get turned on, but sometimes I run across an idea or blog post that I find incredibly arousing. Getting a jump-start to my libido is just a pleasant (albeit inconvenient) side affect of my on-line activities.
One of the toys I found on one of my forays is my new favorite, the Rock Chick. (I’d take my own picture, but I need a new lith-ion battery for my camera.) The one shown in the link is a little pricey, but I found mine for about $30 on sale. And that’s a friggin’ steal. I wouldn’t have bought it otherwise, and I’d have never known what I was missing. The whole thing can sit in my hand, from wrist to the tip of my middle finger, so I’ve been taking it places with me. Even though it’s not all that big, I still had a hard time finding a case for the sucker. After much digging in the closet, I found an old Loreal makeup bag I’d gotten for free. I can cram the Rock Chick and a small bottle of lube in there. I just keep forgetting to buy some of those wipe things, after a good orgasm I feel too moist for the rest of the day.
Aside from the lube and Rock Chick, I have one of those little panty vibes for long drives. I can’t remember what it’s called, aside from “The Butterfly”, but the one I found on the Good Vibrations site isn’t the one. Theirs is much nicer. Mine doesn’t have a g-spotter. Damn, now I’m going to have to go buy that one. That’s the thing about browsing for sex toys. Just looking at and thinking about them gets me excited. I’m just easy to arouse, I suppose. It’s just as good as porn. Better, in fact: I can buy one on-line and have it discreetly delivered to my door. Just try doing that with a real live person. Bet it’d cost you tons more.
Now that I’ve started writing about it, I have to go window-shopping. I just found this baby that I’d like to try, too: The Femblossom. It’s a little bit out of my price range, but Christmas is coming up, so I might be able to talk myself into it. If anyone has one, I’d like to hear your review. Or any recommendation, really. I feel the urge the to splurge coming on.