Chipping the story from a rock

I'm writing something at the moment that starts out in a way that everyone says is instant boredom. Introspection, back story, no dialogue and no action. I keep going over and over the first four pages to try and inject some vim and verve, but no go. That woman wants to lie in bed, masturbating and thinking of of her past sexual exploits. They are pretty wild sexual exploits involving public sex, but it somehow it needs more excitement. Grumble, grumble, grumble.