So I just rolled out of the bathroom…. Hmmm….. had a lovely little session with my bathroom shower.
Last November when Robert came to visit me, he unscrewed the head off the shower because it had been rusty. Before I came to live here the house had mostly been empty for a couple of years.
So it didn’t take me long to try it out as my masturbatory experience in this house. It’s lovely. It’s steady, adjustable and marvellously reliable.
Since the young man and I started having sex and he disappeared off somewhere to skulk in hole, I have employed it more frequently. I have actually masturbated more in the last month than in the last year.
I have been doing different things… pinching my nipples with clothes pins. inserting massagers, etc. etc. I need new feelings to make this interesting, because masturbation really can become rote and boring. It’s no fun if you know exactly what to do in exactly the right way to get yourself off.
That’s the fun of having sex with someone else, you can never really run out of ideas if they’re two creative minds working at it. And no matter how well you think you know someone, people can always surprise you, believe it.
I think I want to be a pussy witch when I grow up.
My brother thinks I’m an ass for pulling the phone line out of wall, but it wasn’t me that brought it up. He shouted it at me.