Masturbating Hands-Free

Written by Tara Tainton

Friday, 06 May 2005 00:00

In researching the wonderful annual event that is international Masturbation Month, I came across the website of Betty Dodson, Ph. D. She's a feminist, advocate of sexual freedom, artist, author, sexual educator, and international authority on women's sexuality.
I highly recommend spending the time to browse her website. There are galleries of genitalia, including excerpts from the many illustrations of vulvas as an art form from her book Sex for One. There are educational articles galore, and Betty answers visitors' questions to further educate all of us.

On the subject of masturbation, Betty writes, "Masturbation is our first natural sexual activity...the ongoing love affair that each of us has with ourselves throughout our lifetime. Masturbation is an erotic meditation. Masturbation inspires creativity. Masturbation is a way to gain sexual self-knowledge." She continues, "Selfsexuality is our daily bread...selfloving allows us to design a sexlife like an ongoing work of art." I couldn't have said it better..

There's a certain page on the site that caught my attention. Simply titled "Betty's Statement" on the topic of self-love, the page proposes a call to action, a certain proposal to her readers encouraging them to actively join her in fighting sexual ignorance. Betty writes, "If you’re a friend of sex who would like to take a stand, start today by enjoying your own selfloving sessions without any guilt or apology. Go public by telling a few friends about your favorite masturbation techniques with a description of one of your better orgasms. Finally, sharing masturbation with a friend or lover qualifies you as an activist in the erotic renaissance of the millennium."

And that's when the freedom fighter in me decided to respond by sharing a bit of my own masturbation experience with all of you. I mean, why the hell not? Why don't we talk about it more?

I once had a husband who felt so guilty about the act of masturbation that he would secretly divulge in the act, try to hide the evidence from me, and would literally cringe, walk away, or outright deny his actions any time that I made the effort to bring up the subject and share my beliefs that masturbation is natural, healthy, fun, and very erotic. Eventually, I lost all hope of ever being able to watch him in the act for my own gratification (and hopefully his) and the rest of the marriage only included picking up the hardened tissues he left now and then in the master bathroom...

What's sexier than watching an attractive man or woman gratifying themselves?? The selfishness hints of sin, appealing to our puritan or conservative ancestry, and few acts can reveal so much of an individual's sexual interests and drive. As a woman, I'm proud to say watching a man masturbate is a huge turn-on. It gets me "in the mood" if I wasn't previously, makes me admire the man and his praise of his own body all the more, and makes me want to share in celebrating him.

As a matter of fact, my lover is lying before me and pulling his beautiful cock with his own hand at this very moment. He was just as excited as I was at the knowledge that May is Masturbation Month, agreed that it's a wonderful topic for blogging, and thought he'd help inspire this entry by offering a sexy visual aid for my benefit. Now, that's what I call a real man and a very thoughtful partner!

But I digress... It's time for me to "go public by telling a few friends about [my] favorite masturbation techniques with a description of one of [my] better orgasms." Pretend for a moment, that you're a full-bosomed brunette, tucked into her soft bed, and languishing a moment of rest with the fog of deep sleep lifting just enough for her overactive imagine to realize the cognitive powers of a window of lucid dreaming....

...my shadowy, hovering presence conjures up a dark stranger to enter the room in my mind. As soon as he's noticing me and I'm admiring his form, my body in the physical world is already reacting. That tiny muscle contracts all on its own, and I'm given the first sign of the pleasure that's to come. No time lapses between the entrance of the faceless stranger and our naked bodies pressed tightly together, feeling every inch of each other as we stand in silence. Our arms and legs intertwine, our dream-forms begin to meld together, and the warm blood rushes to collect in rising pressure between my half-asleep thighs. I'm tweaked by skilled fingers playing all around and inside or the stranger's cock slides impossibly smoothly in and out of me....or both. No words are ever spoken in the dream world while the two of us work together towards my own selfish pleasure. My waking mind increases the pace of the pounding of our imaginary bodies or the imagined sense of contact and pressure to encourage the actual pressure building in my sleeping body. One coerces the other, supporting the mutual goal, until I come with a rupturing orgasm that makes me shudder under the covers but is cut shorter than those in the waking world for some reason. My half-asleep mind wakes fully with the pride of having arranged yet another sleepy orgasm, solely mind-induced, and completely hands-free...