Is masturbation selfish?
Jayden: Not at all. Sometimes mutual masturbation is sexy. Sometimes you just need to get off for stress relief. Sometimes you just need a private moment. Sometimes a little self-play can be a great leadup to an amazing scene.
Richard: Broadly speaking, no. Like Jayden says, there’s a lot of room for masturbation in the context of a scene, foreplay, mutual masturbation, etc. Sometimes, it’s just nice to get yourself off in exactly the way you want, to exactly the kink you want.
There’s also the bigger moral/ethical question of if it’s possible to be selfish with your own pleasure at all. If I want to jack off four times a day, and that means I’m not in the mood to fuck Jayden that night, I don’t know that I would consider that selfish. It’s not a positive trait in a partner , but implying that anyone is selfish for choosing to be sexual with themselves instead of a partner strikes me as anti-choice at best, and rapey at worst.
Masturbation fiction(ish) by Jayden:
“Play with yourself.”
It was all Master said before he got in the shower. The “don’t cum” was implied.
I lay on the bed, naked, legs spread, wondering what the hell I was going to do with myself for fifteen minutes. I was also hoping his shower wouldn’t be a long one. Sometimes that happened.
When was the last time I had masturbated? I couldn’t remember. We played so often that I rarely had the urge.
I ran the tips of my fingers from my shoulders down my sides, over my hips, and then across my thighs, meeting at my pussy. I felt my arousal already. The slight stubble across my mound since I’d shaved that morning tingled the tips of my fingers. I slid my fingers down along my slit, feeling the wetness. I gently pressed one, then another finger inside myself. It was warm and soft, and I had to be careful not to scratch myself with my long nails.
My other hand traveled back up my body, stopping at my breasts. My nipples weren’t hard yet, but one slight touch and the left one perked up. I gently squeezed it, and the mild pain coursed through my body, making me even more aroused. I pinched the other one to the same effect.
I couldn’t help but rub at my swollen clit with my right hand, and I knew that if I didn’t stop soon, I would orgasm. I trailed my juices up my body and cupped a breast in each hand. They were heavy and big. I loved them. Definitely one of my best assets. I rolled my nipples between my finger and thumb, rotating my hips, imagining Master between my legs, thrusting his big cock into me.
Closing my eyes, I strained to hear if he had turned the water in the shower off, but he hadn’t.
My right hand slid back down to my pussy, playing along my folds before focusing on my clit again. I pinched my left nipple with my other hand.
This was too much. I was going to cum. I trailed my right hand back up again, more juices covering my mound. I could smell it. I smelled like sex. It just turned me on more.
I gripped both breasts hard, leaving nail marks. The pain felt good. I pinched both nipples, pulling at them, making myself gasp in pain.
And then I heard the water turn off.
I kept hurting myself, my pussy clenching, my hips thrusting at the air.
“What a slut you are,” Master said as he rounded the corner into the bedroom. “I can smell you from here.”
I couldn’t help but grin. Masturbating was fun, but I was sure whatever he had in mind would be even more fun.