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Today I masturbated with the front door to my apartment wide open. I like the game of being able to hear my neighbours’ footsteps on the staircase outside, and knowing that I must keep quiet.

Today I masturbated watching my own porn. I also gave the video a good rating on Pornhub. Is this self-esteem? Or narcissism? Or Both?

Today I masturbated reading out loud. I wrote about a particularly wonderful play session earlier this year. I like reading my writing while touching myself. If I focus carefully on the words I wrote I can almost feel the sensations in my body again.

Today I masturbated for ages. I was stoned and listening to music and my cunt was almost uncomfortably engorged when I finished.

Today I masturbated instead of doing admin.

Today I masturbated thinking about L. I like that her mouth is so small, and her bottom lip is so plump. It looks so sweet when she gasps. I came imagining spitting into her mouth.

Today I masturbated because I was sad, and I couldn’t think of anything better to do.

Today I masturbated thinking about a client, dreaming up fanciful future bookings.

Today I masturbated in the living room of my Airbnb. I am sleeping on a fold out couch so it is difficult to get privacy. I got silicone lubricant all over the sheets – I feel both ashamed and aroused by this.

Today I masturbated with a strap on. I can stroke my silicone cock and feel so much pleasure. I like seeing it lubed up beneath my fingers, and thinking about all the beautiful people who have sucked it.

Today I masturbated because I was stressed and couldn’t sleep.

Today I masturbated dreaming up more extravagant golden shower fantasies. My current obsession. I am almost always on the receiving end.

Today I masturbated thinking about pegging. I mental line up of all the lovers, boyfriends, friends and clients that I have ever wanted to peg. Imagining them all their waiting for me and my purple silicone cock.

Today I masturbated when I got home from work. Half thinking about the client, half thinking about what I want to eat now.

Today I masturbated imagining leather binding around my legs. I like imagining the feeling of tight leather pulling at my thighs. Unknown hands pinching, probing and scratching at my body. Then there is some kind of suffocating force over my mouth. Things stop making sense and I am consumed in imaginary sensations.

Today I masturbated while a client watched. I like having someone else watch me in such an intimate moment. I feel so self-conscious – but that feeling of vulnerability just brings me closer to orgasm.

Today I masturbated with my face buried in my bedsheets. I can smell the sex that was had there last night. I can smell her sweat. I want to remember this smell forever. I love smells. I swear I would give up sight before I would give up smell.

Today I masturbated thinking about a particularly wonderful one night stand. I still remember how he gripped me to him as I came, it was so forceful. It was passionate in that strangely intimate way that can only be achieved with a stranger – nothing to lose, nothing to gain, just hedonism. I remember being covered in his sweat and licking it off my body and his.