In the “Wet Dreams” thread over in IMHO, people were sharing when and if they had wet dreams, and when they started masturbating. I’ve had the female equivalent of wet dreams for over a decade, but have never masturbated.
This was responded with a few hearty "Yeah, right!"s. Now folks, I have shared my desire to improve oral sex technique, my psychic orgasms, favorite sexual positions, and my favorite sexual fantasies…why would I lie about masturbating? I can share all those things, but oh no, I can’t let them know that! …Um, yeah.
Why is it so hard to believe? And hey, it isn’t from lack of trying. I’ve attempted it a couple of times (the Llama would love it if I did–he’d love to watch me) and been frankly very bored with the whole thing. I’m extremely turned on by having someone else there, and extremely turned off if he’s not. It just ain’t my thing.
Now someone, please, tell me I’m not alone here?!?
I can’t join you on this one, but it’s no one’s business to call you a freak or anything else. If it works or doesn’t for you that’s your concern–why care what anyone else thinks.
I’ve danced for him, I’ve done all variety of little “shows” for him, and heck, I will surely someday feign masturbation for him. And it would be just that–feigning–but good enough for him! (Any hey, I like to perform for him, so heck, why not?)
But on my own? Just me and my goods? [Homer Simpson]BOR-ING![/Homer Simpson] …and that’s my point.
Well, I think you’re weird! Oh, but not about that!
Hey, it doesn’t float your boat. No big deal. Personally, I love it. Orgasms clear my head and, I’m not making this up, my sinuses. Even when I’m involved with someone I still do a lot of “self-love” because I don’t think I can ever have enough orgasms.
2nd Law, I think part of it is canceled out because I have very intense orgasms every time I have sex. And, I think my rich fantasy life is really how I masturbate–my hands are never really necessary. When I was 13 and everyone was beginning the masturbation thing, I was beginning the psychic orgasm thing…all fantasy, all imagination, and no touching. Touching myself never even occurred to me. Then came the potent “wet dreams.”
Believe me, my sexual frustration had plenty of arenas to vent itself. And as a result–I’m not sexually frustrated, in the least.
The way I see it, if you have psychic orgasms, you don’t need to masturbate. Everyone else is just jealous about that. Everyone has their own thing. Personally, when the GF is out for the night and I get kinda bored . . . well, actually that’s none of your business. Stop looking at me like that!
BTW, this is kinda weird. I remember in high school, you were labeled a freak if you did admit to masturbation, now you’re labeled a freak if you’re don’t.
sighs
I don’t have psychic orgasms OR masturbate. I, too, find it boring. I have tried, but I just can’t get into it. I must be the real freak here, because at least Ruffian can have psychic orgasms, she doesn’t need to masturbate. I am probably the only one never flies w/o a co-pilot.
DB, they only time I reach orgasm due to my fantasies is when I’m making love. Really I don’t fantasize outside of those times.
When I was an early teen and did the fantasy thing, I don’t think I ever reached orgasm…but I certainly was aroused. And yes, it was masturbation, of sorts, I suppose. But it isn’t the traditional definition, and still leaves a few raised eyebrows (perhaps more than a few) turned my way.
So where does PLG fit in your types of people? Honestly, there are those who don’t. You should have four types of people: doers, liars, fantasizers, and do-not-ers…in that order of highest percentage of the population.
I usually don’t divulge much personal information about myself, under my “Too Much Information” policy. (I think there is such a thing! At least for me. So I’m a prude, OK? )
But I have to merely say, Ruffian, Pepperland, you are not alone. I’d like to join the “We prefer co-pilots” club too!
OK I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t happen, I’m saying it doesn’t happen very often cause its usually just enough to make me mad. As in… I’ve got the engine warmed up now who’s gonna get in here and drive me somewhere???
(Any hey, I like to perform for him, so heck, why not?)
