It was 1 a.m. on the fifth night of an unforced—and temporary—separation, and Susan was having trouble sleeping again. She knew this extended trip was necessary for Steve’s career. It was a good move that would pay off big when he returned.
But two weeks is a long time to be separated when your partner and best friend are 2,000 miles away. And it felt especially long since it was the first time they were separated in three years of being together.
Daytime was easy. She had plenty to keep her busy at the office during the day. It was the nights that seemed endless.
She didn’t want to call him. Not at this hour. They’d already talked for two hours after dinner. She scrolled through her phone, read his goodnight message again, closed her eyes, and sighed. The pillow next to her still held his scent.
She let her mind wander first, and then her hands.
Their sex life wasn’t wild, at least not as wild as her imagination. But it was steady and comfortable. She imagined that was to be expected when you’ve grown so familiar and the beats of daily life fall into a steady pattern.
She wondered what he would think if she changed things up and let loose. She pictured him coming home to the sultry goddess hiding beneath the slightly pink midwestern complexion and sensible suits that had begun to feel like uniforms. She smiled, then laughed, at the image.
Few things kill passion quicker than routine.
Her self-exploration led to frustration rather than release. Maybe she needed a toy or two, or perhaps some inspiration. I’ll start watching porn, she thought to herself and laughed. Maybe that will teach me some new tricks.
She sat up, searched for some videos on her phone, and found a website that was highly rated. However, it took only a few minutes of watching the first video, one that seemed promising by the title, to realize that it wasn’t for her.
She felt like screaming to SIRI, “Doesn’t anybody make porn for women?”
More than a little sexually frustrated, but not yet tired, she decided to explore further. Masturbation isn’t exactly something they teach girls. It isn’t even something you really talk about with your mother or your friends. Men joke. They talk about it all the time. Even back in junior high, boners were a big topic of conversation.
But, sexuality isn’t something girls are taught. We just kind of fall into it and learn as we go. Unless you’re lucky enough to grow up in an open, progressive family – or you read a lot of books – sexual pleasure and fulfillment seem to almost happen by accident, if they happen at all.
Susan’s search was interesting. In fact, it was downright illuminating once she figured out the right search terms. Searching “masturbation techniques for women” led to results that covered orgasms, multiple orgasms, and even more intriguing, something called “overlapping orgasms.”
That was a real revelation, and thirty minutes later, after learning several techniques, she experienced overlapping orgasms for herself for the first time.
Amazing! “I never knew my body could do that!”
Over the next couple of days, she went through the last of the techniques. Doing so led to a whole new confidence and awareness of herself as a sexual being. It also led Susan to experiment on her own and to introduce a new level of intimacy and connection in her relationship.
P.S. In case you were wondering, Steve’s welcome home greeting was mind-blowing.
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