During the past week, I have been house-sitting for a friend. The house is probably twice as large as mine, and it has lots of upgrades. Crown molding, granite countertops, two fireplaces. A nice place.
Well, I took a bath in their master bathroom the other day. We are talking about a large tub, with lots of jets. And did I mention that I love baths.
I had a book – I normally have a book when in the tub. So here I am, reading a book, and I turn on the jets. Oh, having jets on was pure heaven. So I am sitting there, jets massaging me, and I have a flashback to when I was in a public pool. We used to stand by the jets in the pool, strong water massaging us when we were kids. It felt good when we were kids, and then I thought of the urban legend that girls and women used those jets to masturbate in broad daylight. Completely insane.
So I decided to do a little experiment. I positioned myself so the jets were moving water across a very sensitive part of my body, massaging me in a place where, if a finger were massaging me, I would eventually have an orgasm. Okay, many orgasms.
The book I was reading was not sexy at all, and I thought I should keep reading the book as a control feature. I did not want my imagination helping me reach orgasm. Furthermore, I did not touch myself at all, another control mechanism.
I will have to disclose that I have not masturbated in a very long time – in some of my previous posts, I talked about why. Don't want to re-hash here.
Anyway, in short order, I was excited – very stimulated. After about ten minutes, I was actually expecting an orgasm, but it did not come. I shifted positions, choosing another nozzle, and again, became excited again in short order. After another ten or fifteen minutes – I did not have a stop watch or other time measuring devise (next time I will be more scientific, not that there will be a next time) – I thought I would reach orgasm but didn't.
This rollercoaster ride lasted an hour. By that time, I had read much of the book and still had not achieved an orgasm. Had I been thinking sexy thoughts, perhaps it would have helped. I don't know.
My point was not to orgasm – but after the exciting and frustrating hour, I sort of wanted to cum. Okay, I really wanted to cum. I have not really proved anything – other than water passing over certain body parts to elicit a pleasant response, and in the conditions I tested, achieving an orgasm for me without any other stimulation may not be possible.
A different way of using the scientific method – not bad for something I learned in high school biology.
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