my everyday way
You can do it when you just wake up.
Or when you’re in the shower, just before you go out the door.
At the office works for me too.
Toilets are everywhere.
Sometimes it’s just touching.
Feel how you feel. How your clit tingles. Feel how soft. Feel how wet.
Warm yourself up for more. You.
I also do it when I ride my bike.
Feel good how it feels. Saddle. Me. Up. With again more me.
I’m talking about masturbating.
And how you can, always and everywhere.
In any way whatsoever.
From playful touch to finishing touch.
It’s possible to forever keep it in your mind. Remember that it’s possible and you may, every day.
The way you translate that yearning desire from your head to your body. Your body, your choice.
Sometimes I come home and then it immediately hits.
Built-up horniness, out, fingers in.
Banal? Flat? No why? Sex with yourself is yours and no one else’s.
You can do what you want, be who you are and choose what you like best.
I love that.
I fantasize myself.
And then I write the majority on paper. For you.
How nice would it be if dream and reality became one?
That I cycle home in the knowledge that you’re there or that I’m going to see you? In all your divine nakedness? Cock proudly upright, your jerk shiny, radiant, precum dripping horny.
The thought of this makes me feel like masturbating with myself over and over again. Un ongoing need.
So I write this, while I shuffle back and forth restlessly, with my pussy on the chair I’m sitting on now. Spin around, for all the right reasons. That I feel my orgasm already. And that that is good in all ways, anyhow.
I can recommend every woman to masturbate in front of the mirror. Because you get to know your own vagina so well, you can see and feel how you feel.
I sometimes even finger myself through my panties. The fabric then just feels so good. I like the shine in my eyes when I cum or the softness in my smile. How I moan softly when that moment is there.
I hope to show you once. Yes, you read that right, you. I have enough (of) me, and I want you. There. Somehow, somewhere.
Once. Upon. A. Time. Baby.
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All artwork by Puck Rietveld