It occurred to me earlier today that some may think The Snack Witch is my commentary on masturbation being somehow "bad" or "immoral" (it's not, by the way!) After all, those who do in my stories get turned into food and are devoured in erotic, yet torturous ways. It's a stretch, I know - I have no illusions of what erotic fiction's true purpose is - but it got me thinking about masturbation in general.
I remember the urge came completely out of nowhere. When I was in middle school, I took a shower one night and I didn't want to get dressed again. I wanted to stay naked for longer. I wandered around my bedroom for a while with the lights turned down so my neighbors couldn't see. I stretched, I posed, and I even remember dancing a little. It was fun, and in a way, I felt even younger, more carefree.
Then, when I got inside my bed, I realized just how sensitive my body was. Just laying there was turning me on. Letting the sheets rub against me felt even better. I had no idea I was in heat, that I needed a release. So I started touching myself everywhere. My nipples. My butt. And, very quickly, my pussy. I couldn't stop. I felt possessed. I was scared, but at the same time, something told me everything was going to be okay. I lay on my stomach so my nipples rubbed the sheets as I fingered myself.
And then I came. It was bliss.
It was addicting. For a couple weeks, I started going to bed earlier, just so I could do it over and over again. I sneaked my sheets into the washing machine so my family wouldn't find out. It felt secret and rebellious at the time, but looking back on it, I'm sure they knew.
The greatest thing about becoming a sexual being is that it's not something you have to buy or a test you have to pass. When it's time, it comes to you, finds you, and changes you. I know that everybody's sexual awakening is different. For some, it was a moment they would rather not have happened at all, and most tragically, for others, it was a moment that was stolen from them.
Your first masturbation is an important moment. A moment, I feel, that is even more essential to who we are than the day we lose our virginity. Because only when we please our own bodies can we learn to please others.
How did you discover your sexual side? If you'd like to share, I'd love to hear. My e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org and my Twitter is @SWMerotica.