I really hate booty-calls that end without a sleepover. It usually ends with him in the shower, and me driving home with my legs still shaking as I furiously try to get a good grasp of the wheel.
My phone vibrates between my legs, another ping. Probably from him. I break the law and ping him back saying, “I’m re-playing everything we just did and I can’t help myself.” I drop the phone and softly massage my panties and feel the wetness return.
And then I get a call when I’m all settled in; it’s him again. He sounds frustrated. He says, “So, was I not enough for you? You didn’t even get home yet and you’re already touching yourself in the car. What the fuck.”
I hate this. Is this going to happen to every single man I sleep with? I was trying to be sexy. This was supposed to be a compliment. I liked it so much that I made myself wet again just by thinking about it. Why does that automatically mean that whatever happened before wasn’t enough? If anything it was more than enough — so much so, it’s making me get off all over again.
But of course men aren’t going to see it that way. They think I’m some super crazy feen that can never have enough sex so she has to masturbate before and after it. Well, why can’t I love it that much? I’m not resorting to masturbation because I need to finish myself off, I’m just reminiscing about the pleasures I had down there and am re-fueling my drive.
I can’t help it. It’s like a ritual, always masturbate before and after sex. Especially after. Before can be done with accurate foreplay if we have enough time for that. But post-sex masturbation is like a healing process, no, like a rejuvenation process. Or something like that. Do you feel me?
Amanda Chen is a Toronto-based writer who loves to expose everything sexy and share her lavish lifestyle within the fashion and entertainment industries on Body Noise and other places. Her sexual desire is all-encompassing, from human beings to physical or mental objects. Her passion lies within the aftersex.