I am, apparently, quite literally a wanker of the highest order; if wanking were an Olympic sport, I’d like to think I’d be a strong contender for a medal, but how typical, or indeed atypical a wanker am I? How do I compare and contrast with my fellow members of the Sisterhood of Self Pleasure? If you are in anyway even remotely curious, read on…
It’s a question I’m sometimes asked: why, when I have a bloke on hand, whom I can fuck whenever I please, do I still need to wank?
Now, my “vanilla” friends clearly don’t understand the D/s dynamic of my relationship; and while I do have a man on hand, basically I fuck when He pleases, not when I do. If I want to fuck when I do, that’s what casual sex is for. That small point aside however, the reason I still wank is because I bloody love wanking. It feels great, I can take time to wallow in it and more importantly, Master C isn’t always around when I feel the urge to get off. Self-restraint has never been my thing; I’m all about instant gratification, and the idea of waiting for Master C to get home from work when I’m badly in need of an orgasm, just doesn’t compute; especially if it results in a spanking for succumbing to my impatience. In a nutshell (or should that be clam shell?), if I want to cum, and the situation is conducive to me cumming, then I will cum. If a man (or woman) is involved, so much the better, but if not, well I’m not going to deny myself.
Another aspect is that masturbation plays a very important part of our sex life. Master C loves to watch me wank, and I love to put on a show wanking for him.
The simple answer is wherever I can get away with it. Indoors, outdoors, in private, in public, on public transport; really anywhere is fair game if I think I can get away with it. Let’s be honest here, a little bit of risk only adds to the fun.
If I had to admit a preference though, much as I enjoy the risks associated with a bit of (semi) public, furtive fanny fingering, I do like my home comforts. Probably my favourite places are my bed, the sofa, and in the bath.
I have my toys, a whole host of toys, that I use fairly regularly. I have my Doxy for when I need to cum in next to no time. I have a couple of rabbits, one of which is waterproof. I have a very discreet one that looks like a lipstick that I carry around with me everywhere in my handbag for those “emergency” situations. I still have my original “Trident Missile“, although that is simply for nostalgia given that, mercifully, for the sake of my neighbours ears and, more importantly, my own nerves, the motor burned out many years ago.
Now while I love my toys, more often than not, like apparently 87% of women, I will use my fingers. Don’t get me wrong, toys are great, especially if I’m in a hurry, or I want to “guarantee” myself an orgasm, but if you really want a long, satisfying, lingering wank, then nothing, but nothing, beats the “sex toys” you were born with.
Using your fingers gives you the ultimate control. You can set the pace and they are so much more flexible than a rigid piece of plastic. I’m not knocking toys, toys are great, but my best orgasms are always produced when I go fully DIY.
When and How Often?
I’ve linked these two because, well really, one pretty much depends on each other.
I’ve already alluded to some of the times I wank, for example: when I’m randy and Master C isn’t around, when I’m with a partner and want to put on a show for them, when I’m randy and I think I can get away with it. I am, what I would probably describe as an opportunistic wanker. I don’t really have a set masturbatory routine. Having said that, I will, quite often after a hard day at work, flop down on the sofa as soon as I’ve hung up my coat (sometimes even before this), shove my fingers down my knickers (assuming I’m wearing any), and frig myself off. It’s a great way to wind down and relieve the stresses of the working day. Some people drink coffee, others, alcohol, me; I wank (although sometimes I will have a glass of wine too).
I’ve also been know to wank myself to sleep; something that apparently 32% of women do. Generally this happens when Master C is away on business; it helps distract me from not having him there to snuggle up to. As a teenager, once I’d discovered the joys of masturbation, it pretty much was the last thing I did before falling asleep almost every night. Nowadays though, I’m slightly more restrained. A “goodnight” fuck is a more than acceptable alternative.
So how often? Well, I’m definitely in the 92% of women who regularly wank. In my case, very regularly. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I have a wank every day. After all, even the randiest of us have days where, well, let’s be honest, we simply aren’t actually in the mood. We’re ill, we’re too tired, or we simply can’t be arsed. Having said that, I frequently do have more than one wank during any given day; my record is, I’m pretty sure, in double figures. If you averaged it out over my wanking lifetime, it probably would work out pretty close to daily on average I guess.