For the fifth straight year, Jill and I spent May participating in Masturbation Month.  For those unaware, the event was first held on May 28, 1995 as a single-day celebration of self-pleasure.  It began as a response to the firing of U.S. Surgeon General Joycelyn Elders after she suggested masturbation be included in sex education curriculum.  Subsequently expanding to the entire month, it seeks to remove the icky taboo and general stigma from masturbation.

We’ve posted about masturbation in late May or early June of every year since 2012. In 2014 and 2015 we included a statistical breakdown for geeky types who get turned on by numbers. We’d include a total count for each of us, as well as things like the number of times interrupted sessions, how many times we got off to visual porn versus verbal erotica, different toys used, most frequent location, etc.

This year, however, we didn’t bother with stats. I’m not sure if it was a conscious decision or if we just forgot to keep track of such things, but I suspect the latter. When I did notice, mid-month, that we hadn’t kept an ongoing tally of the variations of our solo sex life it didn’t really concern me. In years past, all that note-taking proved to be a pain in the ass.

One thing I can say with absolute certainty at the conclusion of this year’s Masturbation Month is that we’ve both been masturbating consistently. Obviously I try to masturbate consistently, at least once a day, and I made a conscious effort (not that I really had to) to keep it up through May. For the most part, I was successful.

I did, however, miss a couple days during Memorial Day weekend. We were staying with family, i.e. not in our own home, and privacy was somewhat limited. Additionally, the days were quite packed with activity. I didn’t make the necessary time for myself. However, I did have sex with Jill, so there was no lack of desire on my part. While we could have incorporatead masturbation into the sex as we did at other times during the month, it just didn’t happen those two particular days.

That’s okay, though. I don’t feel like a failure for missing those two days. I’m not trying to compensate, through self-pleasure, for something that’s missing or off in my life. Which is not to say that I necessarily felt that way in 2015, when I had seven sessions with three or more orgasms in a row. But this year I feel less like a frazzled, stressed-out parent and more like a self-actualized person who happens to have a kid.

Speaking of which, I didn’t make time for many long, multiple-orgasm sessions this year. That happened twice at the most. I’m not sure why this is; I had sufficient time most days to spend an hour or two getting off as many times as I could stand. I’m not in any way saying that’s a phase of which I’ve grown out, but maybe last month it was about quality over quantity.

I do have a lot of leisure time these days. My daughter is in school five days a week for the first time ever. Said leisure time passes quickly, but most days last month I managed to squeeze in a little playtime while she was out of the house. My usual evening respite, i.e. when Jill takes her to one of her after-school activities, was denied me as I had to pick up the slack due to Jill’s work schedule. So I did my best to compensate for it by occasionally sneaking off to the bedroom while our daughter was occupied with homework, lunch, reading, or television. She’s quite cooperative lately; she didn’t used to be.

Jill managed to participate daily, though not according to any sort of schedule or regimen. On the contrary, her masturbation throughout May was much more spontaneous than it has been in recent years. It’s not unusual for her to shut our bedroom door and get off in the afternoon or early-evening. Additionally, her “quick orgasm in the shower before work” ritual has been dusted off, at least when time allows. In fact, her early-morning gym schedule often sees her showering when she returns home, which affords her a bit more time than she’d have if she slept in.

Speaking of which, I’m certain those two days when I didn’t get off saw Jill doing so in the shower with a waterproof toy. Me, though? I might make time to have an orgasm in the shower five percent of the time. And that’s probably me being generous. We had a lot of rain this spring, but California is still in a drought.

I can admit that it’s a huge turn-on to see Jill reclaiming her sexual agency in this way. That she’s so energized due in part to the attentions of a male friend of ours likely makes it even hotter. Who doesn’t want to feel desired? It’s safe to say we both saw an uptick in masturbation while sexy-chatting last month. In fact, Jill remains so energized that she hasn’t let up.

Just walked in on @jillandjackcpl masturbating in our bedroom. She must not know #masturbationmay is over. I’m sure as hell not telling her!

— Jack (and Jill) (@jackandjillcpl) June 5, 2016

We hope your Masturbation Month was full of fun and orgasms! In fact, we hope it continues into June!