Diary of a Kinky Librarian

When I was young I masturbated all the time. Doing it a few times in one day wasn’t unusual. I ferreted away things like Frederick’s of Hollywood catalogs, and the stray Penthouse my father lost track of, to masturbate to. Since becoming an adult however, I find that things like time and energy (the lack thereof) keep me from masturbating nearly as much. Granted, I get sex now too and I didn’t get sex when I was young and masturbating a few times a day.
Quite a while ago MasterDoc put restrictions on my masturbation - I think at first it was once a week, then increased to twice a week. I had to tease myself and keep myself on the edge of coming as practice. Months later he amended that to I had to make myself come as quickly as possible for one of them, and could do it how I wanted for the other. Nowadays it’s merely confined to twice a week - whatever way I want.

Most weeks I don’t get two times in, let alone need to ask for permission for more. So this week is unusual in that I have masturbated four times. One time with MasterDoc when I saw him on Wednesday (I figure that if I’m masturbating with him involved it doesn’t count for one of my two times a week), the next Thursday night, again Friday morning, then I wanted to do it again Friday night, but I knew I needed to get permission from him for that. It was getting late and I didn’t want to bother him so I didn’t - masturbate or ask for permission. (Although my crafty brain kept saying, “Hey, you know he’ll say yes so why not just do it?” Luckily I was a good little submissive and I didn’t do so without getting his permission first.) Then today I was still horny so I texted him asking for permission, which he granted.

When I did it with him by my side on Wednesday, it was certainly enhanced by him being there and touching me. I find that sometimes when I do it alone it’s harder to come - I think because I’m not at such a high level of arousal as I am around him. With him there’s the anticipation of when he’ll let me come - or will he let me come even? When he talks to me, teasing me verbally, I get really worked up. Having him stroke my face and gently touch my labia as I press the bullet vibe to my clit sends me over the edge.

On Thursday I masturbated the old fashioned way - a way I’ve been masturbating since I was a little girl - I grabbed hold of the fabric of my panties and undulated my hips so that my mons and clit rubbed against the fabric until I came. This is the way I’ve managed to masturbate while driving the various times I’ve done that (not lately sadly).

Friday morning consisted of me getting the bullet vibe out as time ticked towards my having to leave for work. I came, but not hard, and I ended up walking into work a couple of minutes late.

Friday night I was really horny and really wishing I had MasterDoc’s cock inside me. Rowr. But mostly I watched Black Adder episodes and surfed the net.

Today, I put on some porn - a double penetration scene in a doctor’s office (the two male doctors take on the female patient). It was hot in some ways, but I was bothered by the fact that the woman never seemed to come and there didn’t seem to be concern about her coming or not - it was all about the guys’ pleasure. (I didn’t watch it entirely through.) But I focused on the action and used my bullet vibe to come. Again, not a great orgasm but it did the job.

My libido is so high these days that I still feel horny. It’s a relief after my lack of libido (thanks to prozac) many months back. But sometimes I feel tense and on edge because I’m so horny. Tonight I have a date coming over (second date with a woman I had a first date with a couple of weeks back) and I hope I don’t feel like a randy teenage boy. I have no idea if sex will be a part of the night and I certainly don’t assume, especially since I’ve never so much as kissed this woman.

Maybe I’ll need to ask for permission to masturbate again before this evening.