Guests: He Bop, She Bop, a-We… Never Bopped?

A big ol' Canadian thank you out to these lovely Texan bloggers, Goose & Gander, who decided to take a stroll through the happy walkways of mutual masturbation for us, the flies on the wall.

Now, I couldn't find any nice photos about this topic -- nada, none, nyet. And I like pictures, they're purty. So, I thought instead I'd include a photo from one of my favourite sites, of one of my favourite sexual positions.

What I found interesting here was that two people who are so into each other sexually were initially ambivalent about this. God knows I've been the ambivalent one, too. But that's the thing, that ambivalence is out there. I'm not going to keep banging my drum, though. You heard my thoughts. Here's theirs. Thanks, G&G.

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Recently we were honored to receive a request from La Scribe Steff to discuss amongst ourselves, and share with you our thoughts, the timely topic of mutual masturbation. We told her, yes yes yes!, but, well, we'd really never done it much.

What to do, what to do in a case like this? Well, mutually masturbate, of course!

But before we get to the juicy details: Why haven’t we done it? There were a couple of reasons.

1. It never came up
2. We were good with each other already
3. Silly old embarrassment

Embarrassment was the tough one, of course, so we decided to investigate in stages. We are nothing if not determined to bring to you, the Cunting Linguist reader, high-quality research.

Really Shy Mutual Masturbation

The first night we chatted a bit, took off our clothes, got completely under the covers, snuggled our heads together, closed our eyes and got to business.

It started off kind of odd and, well, dry. So, out came the lube and I pulled out ye old silver vibe just to ensure a good result. I'd say the first few minutes were kind of stiff (ha) and quiet and a little uncomfortable. But soon, the vibe did its work, and my breathing increased, and so did Gander, and then little chirps and moans began and then I came and he came and I came, and selfishly (because the experiment was mostly over) came again. I like to come in threes.

Then we put the laundry away and laughed.

Silly Vanilla Mutual Masturbation

The next night we were both very horny. It was about 6:45 and Gander was due to go back out from 8:00-midnight, and there was no way in hell I was going to stay up that late to jill off. I decided at this moment that we'd distract the goslings with large bowls of ice cream and a movie.

With this semblance of privacy, we ran into the bedroom, latched the door, and went to town. This was a much better experience. There was necking, pinching, fucking, rubbing and oral. At one point, when Gander was going down on me, I stopped him and had him put his fingers in me as I masturbated while he watched. Oooh! That was great! Then we fucked a little bit more, and he pulled out and I stroked his balls while he masturbated. Ooh! That was great, too.

Then we raced back out of the room to stop the kids from destroying the couch while pretending to be dinosaurs.

All in all, we began to see the point.

Kinda-Kinky Mutual Masturbation

Life intruded and we were unable to really have any sexual contact for days and days. But last night, after talking with friends about spanking for a few hours, we got into bed and started fooling around. One thing led to another and Gander grabbed my hand, shoved it between my legs rather forcefully, and rolled me over. I rubbed myself furiously while he spanked me very hard. Yessiree! Then I rolled over and massaged his balls and he jerked off on my stomach.

Hooray!

Okay. I think we have the hang of it and we’ll be including it in our repertoire. Thanks Steff, for helping us break through a barrier we didn’t even know we had.

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And thank you, you fabulous folks, for contributing to the series. True mutual masturbation is getting to the finishing point solo with your partner observing and responding in kind, it's ALSO a weird-as-shit experience because of the embarrassment listed above. It's not for everyone, but yeah, it's highly recommended. Besides, varying sex is a good, good thing. And like these brilliant folk above, trying it once, twice, three times before you pass judgment is a smart move. It's like trying anal or something -- it's not going to be a great fit with everyone, but when it works, well... y'all come back now, y'hear?

This scribe's got a busy day, and probably another busy day tomorrow, to be capped with a hot date, apparently. An actual date that seems to suggest, gasp, promise. Who knew? I'm trying to keep my hopes at a conservative level. The little romantic in me wants to swirl hearts in the sand and count daisy petals off, but the realist in me says, "Wait and see."

Sometimes, I wanna kick the shit out of my inner-realist. Ever feel that way? C'MON, lemme be a dreamer, baby! I do it so well in the dark, man!