Lips

Loving you,

Beth

SOMETHING that doesn’t get a lot of airplay is masturbation during a woman’s monthly menstrual cycle. Even Howard Stern would probably find talking about menstrual masturbation distasteful, while others find it extremely erotic. I am not going to delve into the mechanics of menses; most women have a pretty good idea of how it works. Any guy who is reading can ask his wife or girlfriend the juicy details.

I want to talk about masturbation while you are going through those seven days (more or less) of bleeding. Maybe you have already tried it, maybe not. Perhaps you have heard that it will make your period longer to get down with yourself however those myths surrounding periods, sex, and masturbation simply aren’t true. While you are more open to a possible infection, with proper hygiene you have nothing to worry about.

You might find yourself more turned on during the first few days of your cycle. This is totally normal; you are not weird at all. If you have been touching yourself and getting off, you are still not weird. In fact, you might just be helping your uterus shed it’s lining, resulting in a slightly shorter period. Just a little extra benefit from masturbating on the rag, huh? The contractions from your orgasm help remove all of the blood. So, work it, baby, make those O’s into a really Big O. It can only help you.

If you are worried about making a mess, which is something I have heard quite often from people when they talk about touching themselves on their period, then get a towel and place it under your hips. You can also try it in the shower; all traces will be washed away. If you have a shower massage, so much the better. Just do not aim the water into your vagina. Be sure to only use the water jets on your clit.

Insertion of your sex toys on your period is fine. Make sure they are clean; wash them before and after use. That is what you should be doing anyway to keep your body in good health. If you are very sensitive when you are bleeding, just do not insert the toy as deep as you normally might. Most of the nerves in a woman’s vagina are concentrated near the opening, so you will possibly find a new way to get off.

Your period doesn’t mean you need to neglect your needs. An orgasm will not only be a nice way to relieve stress as usual, but it can help get rid of cramps, shorten the period, and strengthen your uterus muscles. Just three more great things about masturbation.

You might have noticed that I missed updating on Friday, the 14th. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, but I am sure that once I explain why, you will understand. Perhaps you will even share your own story of missed appointments.
 
Friday, my lover and I went out to celebrate our anniversary. It was a chilly night, with a few inches of snow, but I still wanted to look sexy, so I brought out my black velvet dress and velvet heels to match. The dress clings to my curves and is also very warm, which is a plus here in chilly New York. A few months back I had bought a new garter belt with some very sexy back seam stockings. I adore seamed stockings; there is something about them that make me feel like a goddess.
 
We went to a local restaurant that serves the very best Italian food, but you would never guess from the outside. Tucked away in one of the far corners of the city and hidden under a print shop, this little place has a small sign and one steel door. Once inside the Italian atmosphere is amazing. The Old World ambience fills your senses, from the sights to the sound of the owner/chef talking to his wife while he cooks; such a deep accent, but lovely in its fluidity. You know by the way his tongue caresses his words that at one time he could caress his woman with the same dexterity.
 
We were seated in a corner, just where we like. It gives us a chance to watch the other patrons and wonder what they will be doing when they leave. Tonight though, I wanted my lover to have his full attention focused on me. We ordered, and then sipped a lovely local red wine. A bit of small talk, innuendos, and debating on which movie we would see. After a time, our entrée arrived and we fell silent. I took a few bites, and then when he was not looking, I slid my spoon off the table and slightly under it towards his side. I asked him to retrieve it for me and when he ducked under to grab it, I spread my legs wide enough that he could see I had not worn any underwear.
 
A dirty little smirk let me know he had seen exactly what I wanted him to see. The rest of the meal, he shot me suggestive glance, while I pretended nothing was out of the ordinary and talked about normal, mundane things. I brought up this blog and how I would love to write about what it would be like to masturbate in an extraordinary way while someone watched me. It wasn’t enough to just lie in bed, hell, that’s normal, run of the mill fingering off. He seemed fascinated and more than willing to help in my research.
 
When we left the restaurant, the air was chilly and he commented on how my nipples stood up under the velvet. I pinched one, then grinned when I got into the car and let my dress slide up my leg as I sat. We pulled out of the parking lot, heading out to the theater. I could feel my pussy getting moist as I thought about sitting in the dark, watching the movie and getting off while he watched my feature.
 
It was turning me on so much that I reached down and rubbed my nipples through the soft fabric. I don’t think you have felt sensual until you have felt the hard points of aroused nipples under velvet. My clit tingled and begged to be touched. It was still cold though and I had my doubts about exposing myself to such a chill. The heat was rushing through the vents and that is when the idea hit.
 
I adjusted the vent, then spread my legs and put one heel up on the dashboard. At first it was a bit uncomfortable, but the feeling of being opened so wide, my lips pulled apart, the hot air blowing onto my tingling clit, and knowing he could see as much as possible spurred me on. I have always enjoyed a little pain with my pleasure, so getting used to the stretch was easy.
I didn’t want to wait or draw this one out. My head laid back, pushed against the side of the window and seat, I started to flick my clit. It wasn’t enough, so I reached down with my other hand and pulled back the hood of it to expose all of my clit to be massaged. I was so wet and ready; it wouldn’t take long to be cumming hard. I dipped my finger into my soaking wet hole, then slid it back up to my clit, up and down, side to side, the in circles. He kept one hand on the steering wheel, but reached over with the other to squeeze my nipple on my left breast, hard, then soft, then hard again, knowing I was about to go over the edge. I was moaning and telling him how I wished I had something big, thick, and hard to ram up into my pussy. Something that I could just hold and fuck myself with until I was out of my mind with pleasure.
 
I was about to cum and I let go of my clit hood to push three fingers as deep into me as I could. My pussy clenched and I came, straining to keep my heel on the dashboard so the hot air would keep blasting onto my convulsing clit. I could barely breathe, but I couldn’t stop rubbing my clit. It felt so fucking amazing, losing control while someone was watching, and for once, it was out in the open where anyone who drove by could get a glimpse of me.
 
When I came back to earth, we were sitting in the theater parking lot. I had been so intent on my orgasm that I hadn’t noticed we had arrived. I got my breath, straightened my clothing and got out of the car. He looked a little confused, like maybe we were going to skip the movie. No, I wasn’t going to just go home, my lover needed to learn some patience.
 
And by the way, ‘I Am Legend’ was a great movie!

When he walked into the bedroom, his eyes widened. I had heard him coming up the stairs and stood smiling at him in my fishnet stockings and stiletto boots. Thigh high and black, the light glinted seductively, drawing his eyes to what he wanted most.

I sat on the edge of the bed. He advanced toward me, but I stopped him as he drew close and pushed him away. I could see the confusion flash in his eyes, then I laid back and spread my legs wide. The confusion was replaced with and intent look of concentration. He could not draw his eyes away from my pussy, open and inviting as it was.

This was what I had been waiting for. Slowly my fingertips traced their way down my chest. I teased my nipples, concentric rings around them, halting for a moment to squeeze. Soon they stood at attention, hard and tight, ready to be sucked. That would have to wait, I had other things to do right now.

I began brushing my fingers down, then back up my body. Almost, but not quite reaching my newly shaved mound. The air in the room was slightly cool, an oh so sexy sensation against my moist, hot slit. When I finally began sliding my finger through my spread open pussy, they were as cool as the room. I shuddered, nearly forgetting the show I was to put on.

I started flicking my clit alternating with dipping my finger into my already wet hole. I needed my clit to be slick, wanted my hands to slide over my pussy like they had been covered with oil. I watched him as he sat watching me, his eyes still locked on what I was doing. It was easy to see how turned on he was, his cock was straining at his jeans. He looked up when I inhaled sharply, his face flushed and his eyes bright with lust.

I just smiled and rubbed my clit faster, then pushed two fingers deep into me from my other hand while I lifted my hips so he could get a better view. I was so horny, knowing he was watching had me more turned on than I had been when touching myself all alone. My hips moved faster, then I felt him grip my hands and bury his face in my wet pussy. He sucked on my clit until I was about to scream. He stooped short, pulled his head back then began to fuck my dripped wet hole with his tongue. The sensations were amazing.

Once more, he stopped, just for a moment and said “I want you to play with your pussy while I tongue fuck you.” It was so hot, looking down into his eyes while he pushed his tongue into me again and I rubbed my clit hard and fast. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me down when I started bucking and crying out. I came so fucking hard that I nearly fell to sleep right after I came, the whole world went on hiatus for a few minutes.

I hadn’t come fully back to the planet when he turned me over and pushed his rock hard cock into my still convulsing pussy. He bent over and whispered into my ear. “That was amazing, you should do it more often.”

Hell, I know I will. Masturbating in front of your lover, one awesome experience.

Typing Towards Bliss

Perhaps these meetings are over in seconds, some never acknowledged at all. But every once in a while you meet an online lover. The thrill of the moment, intense rush of sensations, and then an orgasm from the forbidden, nearly taboo mental connection of two souls.

At one time I felt guilty about masturbating while talking to another person over the computer. Sometimes he knew what I was doing and other times, it was for my own satisfaction of seeing just how much control it would take to keep my voice steady if we were talking over one of the instant messenger voice programs. I would step away from such an encounter feeling a little dirty and ashamed of myself for having let myself become so sexually excited. I could never figure out why. This would often happen after solo sessions of pleasuring myself, as well. Finding myself feeling as if I had done something wrong by letting my mind run wild.

The internet opens up many opportunities to masturbate to fantasies. Pre-fabricated fantasies in the form of porn sites or the sharing of someone else’s ideas. You do not need to reveal your true sex which allows you to explore more of your sexuality. I have went into lesbian chat rooms, bi sexual chat rooms, and once a gay male chat just to try out what it was like to be each. It is only through the internet that many will open themselves to what they truly are, not gay, straight, or bisexual, but sexual. The online world is like the Greeks of history, open to everything, freedom for all.

As open as I am to online fantasy life, I feel there is a time to step away from the computer and pleasure myself in my own fashion. I do not need the ideas or direction of someone else to tell me how to reach release. Instead of loading a web page or an instant messenger, I look into a mirror. In front of me stands the most beautiful and perfect being to love me. Every touch, every caress, every breath is an proclamation of that love. Spend time loving myself, learning to accept that foreplay does not mean that I always need a partner, release can be as teasingly pulled from this body by my own hands, than those of another.

Spend time with your own yearnings, learn how to make love to yourself without the aid of virtual stimulation. Your reflection will thank you.

World Orgasm For Peace. Photo Credit: Eric Francis.

SOMETIMES, WHEN we least expect it, an idea emerges on the Internet that it would help the planet for as many people as possible to orgasm at the same time.

There was Global Orgasm Day last year, for example. And today has been designated as World Orgasm For Peace Day.

We may never find them, but this seemed like the perfect thing to mention to all of you out there.

This is a simple, fun idea and to me, seems like it can only be helpful. We at CumOut.org want to encourage everyone to stop making excuses to have orgasms, sex, or to masturbate without guilt. That being said…

Enjoy yourself today. Have an orgasm and channel all of the energy into thinking about world peace. Send out your very best in projected thought, blanket the world with the love, the very deepest love you can only have inside of you for you. Step away from your computer and run a warm bath, light some candles, and touch yourself with the reverent worship that you deserve.

Peace begins with acceptance. Acceptance of you and the pleasure that
only you can give yourself is the very best beginning of all.

Welcome to CumOut.Org. I am Beth Vella, cum join me as I share my experiences and fantasies with you. We will take a journey into the self, learning to give ourselves what we really need: sexual release, love, and many ways to express that love. I hope by relating my own stories and views, you will come to share your own with me.

Finally, I started to come back to myself, my breathing returned to normal. The world slowly returned. I opened my eyes, then stood to straighten the edclothes before I left. He would be back tonight, if I so willed. He was never very far away. Only as far as my imagination.