The first time I touched myself, I was 17. Featherlight fingertips over my underwear, barely grazing, unsure of where and how I should touch. I was burning all over, mind delirious with need. It was too much and not enough all at once. So, I slipped my fingers further in, heart thrumming in my chest.
Self-care has become a trendy topic in the videos we watch, the articles we read and even in the conversations we have amongst our friends. From mastering the art of decluttering, to eating your vegetables or dedicating a day to being lazy, we all practise some sort of self-care to maximise our well-being. As human beings, we have to take care of ourselves, whether it’s for the mind or the body. We also need another form of ‘release.’
Let’s be honest, being broke is no fun. Having to give up the luxuries of a premium Pornhub subscription, banana flavoured lubricants and the newest collection of Calvin Klein lingerie is even more of a ball breaker.… How to pleasure yourself on a student budget