Like warm Jello

I was thinking about the difference between giving myself and orgasm and having my skillful husband bring me to bliss.

I know there are some women that can give themselves more than one orgasm. I've read about marathon masturbation sessions that really blow my mind - and I'm sure theirs.

I can identify with multiple orgasms when I'm not in the driver's seat. On the other hand, by myself I'm more of a one-hit wonder.

There's only one time in my life that I've brought myself to more than one orgasm in a row. I forced myself to two orgasms a total of one time. Impressive eh?

I know it's physically possible to stretch my limits much further than that, I just don't seem to have it in me. Patience. Perseverance. Stick-to-it-iveness.

The other night, Chad was working the night shift. I was home alone, catching up on some reading on a few blogs - even re-reading quite a few of my old entries. When I went to bed I needed release.

I hooked my right leg over my favorite pillow, spread my legs and began to touch myself. I could feel pleasure building, building. It grew in me like tension but it was anything but frustrating.

I intentionally slacked off each time I got too close to the edge. I wanted to last and last.

In the way, way back of my head I was thinking about, for once, pushing my limits. Why shouldn't I go for that number two a second time?

But when that moment finally came, I didn't even try to keep going. My noodle arms flopped to my sides and my body melted into the bed like warm Jello.

For me, right then, one was more than enough. I fell asleep smiling.