Masturbation Journal 1 : Dirty Girls Need Showers

Continuing with the Masturbation theme i have decided to keep a Masturbation Journal. updating it once or twice per week in addition to my other posting on various sexual topics. The Masturbation Journals may be expressed in Factual form or in the form of erotica. please note that my Masturbation journal may contain Ideas/concepts/actions/ fantasies revolving around Alternative Lifestyle interests and/or BDSM practices that may be offensive to some.

Questions or comments regarding the Journal and its contents is highly encouraged. or if You have a unique idea please feel free to express it as i am open to taking all inquiries/ideas/requests etc and will be experimenting.  Stay tuned for more updates and a soon to come posting: Masturbation Techniques (How Tantric Breathing can Enhance Your experience)

And now for the First installment:

 Dirty Girls Need Showers:

i came into the house throwing my bag onto the couch sighing discontentedly at my unfortunate luck. The one weekend it snows, and i actually have to drive into work. nearly panicked driving in the newly iced over roads i had made it safely back to the house. ' i need to calm down.' i told myself.


moving to the kitchen i fixed myself a drink. leaning against the counter as i do most evenings, looking through the mail. my shoulders ache and my head is throbbing. its been one of those days. the kind of day when You wake up, get out of bed and then ten minutes later regret it entirely. i havent had a day like this in quite some time. sitting at the table i finish my drink quickly trying to let the stress of the day drain from my body as easily as the liquid went from the cup. grabbing a book off the shelf i scoot down more in the chair looking through its pages.

i run my fingers through my hair slightly irritated that the tension from the day lingers. i think possibly the internet will provide me with the distraction i need from the events. and so it does with its stimulating intellectual conversations and entertaining news feeds and of course pictures. and yet...only for a while. i feel antsy, nervous almost.

'Nothing a hot shower cant cure." i tell myself reassuringly.

the water heats, enough to turn pure white skin to a shade of crimson. the water creates a veil of steam through the bathroom, lining the walls with a hot clean scent. i pull back the curtain and step in cautiously the spray hitting across my collarbone causing my nipples to harden. the tiny buds aching to be tormented beyond the heat of the steam. the water caresses my body like a well known lover. searing across me, leaving its mark as though i were the petals of a rose caught in a summer rain. the warmth continues to wash over me permeating my brown locks, tangling them shading them a near black.

grabbing the soap i use the loofa to apply a liberal amount. the tropical smell hitting my nostrils bringing me further and further away from the snow and ice, deserting me along a beach. the sun warm and inviting, the water there crystal blue, cool to the touch begging for a naked occupant. i move the loofa over my body coating my skin with the entrancing bubbles. my mind begins to wander as my hands glide over my breasts, teasing the hardened nipples covered in suds. its amazing to realize how little we know about our own bodies...the secret hot spots. how the slightest change in touch or texture can bring about entirely new sensations never before imagined.

i continue soaping my body the loofa running over my thighs as though i were doing a private dance, trying to entice someone. my hands play my skin seductively moving from my chest over my stomach slowly and down between my legs. the soap has collected pooling between my thighs. as my fingers move further down i become more aware at how slick my pussy feels. though i cant decide if its from the soap or my own arousal. biting my lip i look up suddenly realizing that never before in my entire life have i ever...played with the settings on the shower head. i smile to myself thinking what a wicked girl i am one, for never having done so. and two for daring to get clean before getting dirty.

i reach up turning the dial ever so slightly wondering just what variations this particular shower head is equipped with. the steady spray has become soft, dripping from the nozzle. i smile as the spray moves along my chest and shoulders. i imagine the spray to be His touch. a soft gentle feeling that tickles my skin. His fingertips tracing the natural curves of my body, teasing ever so slightly. i imagine this to be most mornings, i wake to Him smiling, thankful for the opportunity to explore my skin. He gives me sweet lazy kisses...the kind that make me melt.

i turn the nozzle...the spray changes to a full, strong spray. turning my back toward the shower head the spray massages over my shoulders rubbing down my back. its Him...enticing me, trying to seduce me. His strong hand running down my back. Dominant and commanding, powerfully moving over my body, daring to only give me a taste of whats to come. a soft moan escapes my lips. leaning forward the brunt of the spray hitting my backside highly similar to the falls on a flogger, building me up. one jet lands perfectly, teasing my little asshole causing me to shudder. the steamy water droplets falling down over my hungry slit.

i move backwards changing the settings yet again the water turning into a hot, hard, streaming jet. i moan loudly turning to press my back against the cool shower wall the contrast to the steam causing my heart to beat rapidly. i arch my back forward slightly the jet moving over my mound closer with every breath to the hardened nub held high between my legs. i imagine Him standing outside of the shower looking at me with disapproval.

"I have such a dirty girl." He tells me crossing His arms watching as the spray hits my engorged clit. i let out a loud groan, i imagining Him smiling briefly. "Since You insist on being such a filthy bitch You might as well put on a good show..." He will take the shower head from its holder handing it to me. i grab the nozzle obediently, drawing it closer to my body the spray hitting my clit fully. i moan and move my hips in a grinding circular motion, arching back and forth. i whimper nearly unable to contain myself. and in my mind i hear him speak...

"Thats it my worthless little fuckmeat, clean Your cunt up real good. Daddy's going to use it later. grind forward bitch! i want to see You get Yourself off, give me a good fucking show! You think i keep You around only because i like You? ha! you're a good source of entertainment when the mood suits me." He takes me by the throat squeezing. sucking my wet nipple into His mouth biting lightly, holding it between his teeth as he speaks. "Now grind that filthy cunt into the jet my dirty little bitch in heat...show Daddy how much you want it."

i move then, furiously... holding the nozzle close to my cunt the spray moving violently over my clit, vibrating intensely. i pinch my nipple imagining His hot mouth covering it again. i hump into the hard stream of water moaning loudly feeling humiliated for being such a wanton whore and at the same time my inhibitions fade away the more i give into my feral nature. i can feel my orgasm coming. the intensity from the stream becomes His hand, His crop...abusing me mercilessly. i'm damn near screaming from the sensations coursing through me. He leans closer holding onto my throat whispering "Come for me now, like the filthy fucking slut you are."

and suddenly, it snaps...my self control breaks and the orgasm tears through me, ripping groans from my throat and shudders from my body, demanding my attention.i quiver as the spasms moving through me begin to dull and the last wave crests.

i whimper and imagine His kiss...pleased and hungry against my lips. moving down my neck whispering softly to me. i turn off the water and as quickly as my imagination came it vanished with the steam...leaving me on the shower floor shivering and satisfied.