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.
It’s not uncommon to see men in movies getting off. If anything, men in film are getting off too easily, whilst women are merely along for the ride (innuendo intended). When I really mulled this over, I felt bad for these on screen women. Then, in my most obvious epiphany ever, I realised the lack of women climaxing hit closer to home than I thought.