Sensation vs. Imagination

One might think, for the length of time that I’ve been going at it solo, that I would have a good understanding of my body and what feels good – but that would be a terribly wrong assumption.  In truth, I’m all about the mental imagery.  Usually I’m looking to get off as fast as I can, so I go for the tried-and-true position (sprawled on my belly), shut my eyes and hold on to a particular image (or set of images) – usually from something I’ve just been reading – then just go all out until I’m gasping for breath a minute or two later.  The images I get need to be damn graphic, as over time I’m beginning to forget what things look like, feel like, sound like, smell like, taste like… yeah, it’s pathetic.

One sensation that has always been a true thrill, however, is vibration.  The co-eds and wives perched on top of washing machines had a point!  The use of a vibrator, placed just so, really does make the orgasm much more intense for me when I care to use it.  Of course, it can also work to frustrate me; torture for me right now is that the circadian rhythm of my libido seems to peak in the mid-afternoon, typically as I’m commuting home… ‘trapped’ in the car for between 45minutes to an hour and change, and said car needs a new muffler.  By the time I get home I’m so worked up I’m nearly insane… and it’s not a guaranteed thing that I can do anything about it, especially if I’m late getting home, as Taz has to rush right out the door, leaving me with kids and evening responsibilities to deal with. :s

I say that vibration has always been a true thrill because I've used it for ages to heighten experiences... I suppose you could call it a fetish of sorts.  I usually boost the bass register when I'm listening to music to get a more intense experience... really good drum sections can make me melt.  When we're around the piano for rehearsals, I often put my hand on the piano to 'hear' the music better.

I reviewed some writings for a friend several months back, who's been working on a really great science fiction novel for some time, and chuckled over the one sex scene he had included.  He's apparently a 'breast' man and was waxing eloquent about how responsive the lady was to the attention... the thought was just totally foreign to me.  Really, the only attention I'd ever paid mine was when I was breastfeeding; I'd never seen them as erotic.  I stopped short of saying anything to my friend, though, figuring that I was the one with the problem, not him.  Subsequently, I started to take more notice when breasts were mentioned in my *ahem* other reading, and what people did with them.  On a couple of occasions during my solo romps I've tried a couple of things I've read about and damn... I obviously need to explore more!  I feel a little weird about doing that, but hey, it's not as if anyone's watching...

And so, one of my resolutions this year will be to take the time to experiment with other sensations to other body parts/areas to see how my body reacts.  Who knows, it might come in handy some day ;)