Recently I did a poll canvassing my girlfriends about masturbation techniques. I needed some fresh ideas. It was a Sunday night. There was nothing good to eat in the fridge. What the heck?
I wanted to know the basics. What, when, how and of course we all know why. Names have been changed to protect identities. I believe I might have forgotten to mention to everyone that I was even doing this post. Oh well. I’m sure they’ll love it.
Vain Fingers describes doing it in front of a full length mirror that hangs on her closet door. In a pinch, she’ll do it in front of the smaller mirror over her sink. Mascara, masturbate, eyeshadow, masturbate. You get the drift. The urge can hit her out of the blue, she says. Typically it’s triggered by putting on or taking off her bra and panties. (Maybe that’s Victoria’s Secret?) She grabs her trusty vibrator and standing with legs spread, “like in a yoga posture,” (forgive me, oh Guru), completes the task. Sometimes she puts high heels on and whips herself (just kidding!).
Soapy Fingers prefers a bathtub filled with bubbles and soft candlelight for mood. She’ll be shaving her legs and then maybe other places. Next thing you know, she’s rubbing herself in the other places with a bar of soap. She says it makes her come quickly, especially if she uses two bars of soap. As an experienced “soapabator,” she offers a note of caution: “soap stings on shaved skin.”
Brown Fingers (oops, I better not say that even though she’s a brunette – I’ll use Vibrating Fingers instead) starts by dipping her small vibrator in a jar of shea butter. Lying on her bed naked and spread eagle, she applies the vibrator on the inside rather than outside, which she simultaneously “massages” with her free hand. She says she read somewhere that the clitoris and the G spot are just two sides of the same coin, so she likes to “work it from both sides.” I didn’t verify this anatomical tidbit but I did star my notes here as worthy of further investigation.
His Fingers says she only masturbates with her boyfriend watching. I tried to explain that sort of defeats the purpose. “It’s a Tantra thing,” she defended.