a masturbator wrote:
… In the meantime I LOVE to write about masturbation, (almost as much as actually masturbating). I have just finished a little fantasy about a sublime masturbation experience and I send it to you:
A BEAUTIFUL MASTURBATION EXPERIENCE:
I had often encountered the young woman who lived in the apartment next door but had only nodded hello in passing and she had always nodded back and smiled sweetly. Then one day several weeks after first greeting her I stopped and introduced myself and she said her name was Tammy. I was Billy. We chatted a moment or two and then she said
“Bye the way I often hear noises through the wall at night or in the mornings or even during the day”.
I responded rather guardedly that I hoped I was not disturbing her and I wasn’t sure exactly what it was she was hearing. She in turn asked me to come into her apartment and she would show me the spot where she could hear the noises so I followed her to what turned out to be her bedroom which I quickly realized had a common wall with my bedroom. It also began to dawn upon me what it was she was hearing through our none to solid common wall and I began to feel a little embarrassed.
I eased towards the door to extricate myself from any further discussion of our little noise problem but to my surprise she moved quickly to block the door and then I was dumfounded by what she had to say next.
“Billy, I know what those noises are that I am hearing in the night. Your bed squeaks and the rhythmic bumping around can only be one thing. You are masturbating”
