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I pushed aside my pillows and turned onto my


stomach. My feet hung off the end of the bed, my toes 


hooked over the edge. The way I do. And through my 


cotton nightgown, I put two fingers of my right hand 


on my clitsss and thought of him. Standing in a room, 


coming toward me, watching me undress.… (It must 


always be through a nightgown or a pair of 


underpants. 


I’ve wondered if this is because of the greater friction. 


Surely that must be part of it, but there is something 


more, perhaps the thrill that first came to me as a 


small girl, pressing my fingers against myself, the cloth 


interceding between my fingers and my vag, 


interceding between shame and pleasure).…


One Sunday morning in boarding school I found my 


roommate lying on her back on the tile floor of the 


shower stall. Her legs … were splayed on either side of 


the spigots, the water cascading between her slack 


muscular thighs.… She remains to this day the only 


woman I’ve ever known who spoke freely of her own 


wanking. She urged me to try it. I didn’t have the 


courage to tell her that I had found my own way. 


Women will talk about anything— s e xual jealousy, 


dishonor, the lovely advantages of eating p u s s y or 


sucking c o c k— but they will not tell you about 


4ucking themselves.



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