Masturbation was something I more or less gave up during my twenties. Maybe it sounds strange, but I went through a long period during which I truly enjoyed the sensation of being wet and “on edge” for days at a time. At thirty I got into a sexually unfulfilling marriage, and when it ended after less than four years, I emerged with a new set of priorities, including the physical urge to more quickly consummate flashes of desire.

Fortunately, I met Irwin, a wonderfully creative lover, but we both travel a lot and prefer a dating relationship, which sometimes leaves me alone on occasions when I’m hot and ready to go. Thus, have I rediscovered self-pleasure, though it was only when I chanced to go public that masturbation became something more for me than “the next best thing.”

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