Dimensions of Self Pleasure
Community Story #2
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Throughout my life, I’ve never considered comfort a prerequisite for pleasuring myself. What’s changed is my awareness of the different senses that arouse me —whether it’s lighting a scented candle, having a glass of wine to feel a bit loose, or imagining the kiss of someone who just had a glass of wine. Interestingly, I don’t often tap into my sense of hearing. Perhaps that’s because I usually touch myself while watching porn, listening to voice notes, or viewing videos from a long-distance relationship, or even reminiscing about previous memories.
When I touch myself, I imagine the grip of a vagina or a softer touch if I’m picturing receiving a blowjob. I often hold my breath, picturing myself being choked, which enhances the sensation. It allows me to focus on the moment and the pleasure I feel. As I slowly reach a climax, I usually let out a deep sigh of relief.
As I’ve started prioritizing comfort and other senses, I’ve begun to move away from watching porn. Now, I often picture those moments of comfort as if I were with a partner, adding a different dimension to pleasuring myself.
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This story was written by Anonymous during a Sex Writing Workshop. Join us for our next workshop, where you can write your own story and submit it for publication. Read more Community Stories, check out our latest story, or read the story of how the workshops were founded.
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