Last night, after masturbating in front of my husband, I decided to share my experience in words. Loving him is being able to expose myself, in the most vulnerable way, loving him sexually is the same—for him I write this.
What does a girl imagine as she gets off? I always think of the same two scenarios. Both start with being caught masturbating. I imagine being walked in on while masturbating and being so overwhelmingly hot, that he can’t resist me. While my fingers massage, my imagination takes me to either imagining his face making his way to my vagina, licking me, exploring. Or I pretend that he is behind me and next thing I know I feel his hand against me, pressing hard, and his body press into mine entering me without so much as a hello.
I am a feminist. Under any other circumstance, I wouldn’t say this upcoming sentence, but with him, loving him, and loving him sexually—I love being his property. I’m his to maneuver and be manhandled by. Nothing feels as erotic to me as being pulled into him and arranged and groped like I am the most irresistible object known to man.
