Sensation

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It started with a waterproof vibrator. It was affordable and looked something like modern art, so I figured it would be a pretty good tool to start with. Personally, I’m not a huge fan of being penetrated. I’ve spent the last couple of months studying the body, and doing my best to understand my own spots of sensation, and I’m using ‘studying’ loosely. I’m sure that sounds academic, but what I really mean is I started reading a bunch of things I found on the internet and putting every question I had into a YouTube search engine.  This proved strangely helpful considering you aren’t supposed to trust things that you find on the internet.

A couple of articles and a little less than 20 bucks later, I’m standing in the shower holding the silver colored vibrating plastic bit. Long enough to properly do the job, but not long enough to alter the way my body should operate afterwards.

After learning a bit about my own body, I’m convinced some guys really just don’t like their anus. Nothing 20 inches in length and 14 inches in girth should be going into your rectum. Yes. That one pornstar in that one video does it. But I am not him, he is not me. Our goals our so entirely different. Our backstories and narratives are far removed from one another. Also, it is his job to entertain you for a living by creating FANTASY.

That is not my ministry. That is not my anointing, nor is it my divine calling.

It is my duty to understand how MY body works so that I can make sure I am as pleased as possible.

To the man who can take a solid 12 inches without so much as a whimper: more power (bottom) to you, sis. Thankfully, you are not my standard.

And on that note I begin to explore. Gently at first. Just an inch or two keeping the vibration on low, partly because I’d hate to be electrocuted here in my own shower and be found with a vibrator sticking out of my rectum.

Maybe an inch or two more. The toy is slim. The tip is narrow and it widens as you move down the shaft, but not by much. It’s gentle, it’s not invasive and obnoxious. I’ve seen those. Silicone sex toys with the size and shape of a forearm and a fist. I’m not here to yuck anybody’s yum, but what in the hell have you experienced in your own life in which that toy is the requirement for your own pleasure?

The toy is in there pretty good. I’m alive. I’m filled. I’m comfortable. I slowly increase the vibration.

The sensation of the toy and the warmth of the water team up together. The rising steam whispered in my ear, this is how it should be done.

Pull it out, push it in. Slow at first. Feel every sensation of the slow rhythm. Understand what’s happening while it’s all happening. Do it kinda like you love yourself, and just want to please you real good. Fuck what you’ve seen. This ain’t about what you’ve seen. It’s about what you feel.

How do you feel?

I moan, just a little. Not that fake ass, keep going daddy bullshit we say to our partners when we want them to feel good about themselves so they don’t have sex with other people, but as an instinctual reaction to something that felt entirely new. This was pleasure.

And with pleasure, you breath deep, you hold, you release. You try your hardest to capture every sensation you can knowing that when you’re done it’s right back to the real, sensationless world.

With a slight turn of the wrist, I began to hit a place in myself that felt literally and figuratively untapped.

May I be dramatic for a second?

Suddenly sex made complete sense. Life in all it’s dullness was made into something remarkable. I picked up the pace, and moved my wrist around vigorously and explored as if I was just a motion away from discovery. I moaned trough the steam of the shower. I cursed myself for never requiring my previous partners to help me feel this way; I didn’t know any better. I repented for not understanding what this place felt like when I made love to other men. I felt everything in absolute order, balance, and perfection. I felt amazing, I felt messy, I felt empowered, my legs felt weak. I felt deeply selfish. I felt deeply grateful. I felt deeply.

And right when everything in this wild world aligned itself into perfection, I released myself. And yes, I’m talking about ejaculation, but for a second I felt as if my soul clocked out and parted with me knowing it had done it’s job for the day.

The water worked its way over me. For a minute I questioned what reality actually was. In the past, after I spent the moment pleasing myself (and now I use pleasing so loosely), I returned to real life only more frustrated, mostly at myself. To have literally engaged motions but not felt many sensations at all.

This time felt new. I let me understand myself. I listened closely to my body, and obeyed it’s every request.

I finished washing me off or maybe I started washing me off.

I felt as if I started to know myself.

9 thoughts on “Sensation

  1. I could quote Ru once more, but no need! What a brilliantly detailed exploration of yourself, it felt deliciously intrusive, I felt like I was spying on you!

    How can anyone hope to be pleased by anyone else unless, he/she has pleased themselves first? Sometimes I edge for hours, it;s my new thing. Orgasm is fundamental, darlings!

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    1. GIve me a shirt. An entire fucking shirt that says that: Orgasm is fundamental, darlings. Coffee mug. I WANT IT ALL!!!!!!! I WANT ALL THE THINGS!!!!!! You HAVE to understand how you are best pleased. This is no game!!! You wanna play, go play pokemon, we don’t play with the orgasm around here. That’s some 2016 shit.

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    1. Why, thank you! we had a discussion in class the other day about writing good “erotic scenes”. More-or-less, I think good erotic writing stems from a place of authenticity and also self-acceptance. I’ve read enough erotica. I know what sex scenes are SUPPOSED to look like, but what happens when I add the dynamic of my own insight into a sexual scene?

      You get this odd and honest glance at sexuality you CAN’T find via pornhub. Keep writing. Keep exploring. Make sure you’re feeling every sensation. The reader will get it.

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      1. I am still learning. My scenes always come from experience… so if I’ve written about them, it’s because they’ve happened the way I’ve written them, including dialogue. The coolest thing about your scene was the fact that you were alone…. and it was hot!!!

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      2. If we’re doing it right, we will always be learning.

        Long story that will make for a lot of reading, but I won’t quiz you, just hear me:

        Sometimes, after I’ve experienced a salacious hookup the night before, I’ll tell a group of friends about it, but instead of telling the honest story, I’ll tell the one that sounds “the best”….They don’t want to hear about the way my palms sweated out most of my hydration while I approached the stranger’s unfamiliar door.

        They wanna know if I smashed or got smashed, so I tell them the story they want to hear, and skip all the details that make me feel ALIVE.

        I want to get GOOD at keeping in those details that remind me I’m alive and that this is such a phenomenal experience. If you’re just reading to hear me talk about dicks and booty holes, you’re gonna be disappointed.

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  2. Good for you! None of us can truly encourage our partners/spouses to bring us pleasure until we honestly know what really pleases us. I’m grateful for your honesty here, my blogging friend and buddy! GREAT job, sir! Naked hugs!

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    1. Thank you my good friend!

      I don’t like the idea that we’re walking into mind-blowing sex on accident. I don’t think that’s realistic. It does come from exploration, self-awareness, vulnerability. It’s a process, and the sooner you start it, the sooner you can start learning, and that’s the exciting part: learning. The journey to having great sex. I’m obviously quite excited.

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