When you’re hyped up on adrenaline and a million other hormones flooding your body and your mind goes into pure instinctual cavewoman mode. When you’re rocking on your hand, or a vibrator or jamming a dildo deep inside of you and you’ve moved past the teasing yourself, and warming everything up and you’re actually in it. When your wrist starts to cramp and you push through it because if you stopped now you’d cry from disappointment.

The whole world falls away and you grit your teeth and push harder, lifting your mind to new heights of pleasure.

And then your orgasm hits and you crumple into nothing once more, your thighs and hand wet and your body completely spent, but also utterly satisfied.

I think that moment of touching yourself is so beautiful and honestly so important. Everyone masturbates and I think being able to find pleasure with just yourself is great, if not better than only relying on partners.