The Fantasy Journal

The best masturbation stories don't always involve toys or partners watching or elaborate setups. Sometimes they're about the mind, about the power of fantasy to unlock pleasure we didn't know we craved.

My name is Sarah Kim. I'm thirty-seven, a novelist by profession, and I keep a secret journal that no one has ever read. It's not my diary. It's my fantasy archive, detailed scenes I write and reread while I touch myself.

This is the story of how I discovered that my greatest erotic organ is my imagination.

It started during a creative dry spell. I was stuck on a novel, frustrated, unable to write anything worthwhile. My therapist suggested journaling, stream of consciousness, no judgment, just words on a page.

One night, home alone with wine and an empty document, my stream of consciousness took an unexpected turn. I started writing about a man. Not a real man, an imaginary one. Tall, dark-haired, with hands that knew exactly where to touch.

The scene poured out of me. Him pressing me against a wall. His mouth on my neck. The way he'd lift my skirt, push aside my underwear, enter me with fingers first, then with more.

I was breathing hard by the time I finished. And wet. Incredibly, distractingly wet.