Penis-Cream Therapy

A nurse fantasy by FantasyMan

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Penis-Cream Therapy

“Good morning Chad,” she says with a smile, “I am Nurse Stacy. I’ll be performing your Penis-Cream Therapy today.” She’s wearing a professional white lab coat, short black skirt, nylons, and high-heels. Chad is clearly nervous, intimated by her beauty, and stammers: “Good morning Nurse Stacy.” She smirks to herself, catching his brief but predictable glance at her large breasts. They press provocatively against a semi-transparent dress shirt and separate the unbuttoned front-V of her lab-coat with authority. She makes a point of wearing lacy push-up bras (black for contrast) for this procedure – she enjoys making men squirm! Her heels click cleanly on the floor as she takes a few steps and indicates a bed in the middle of the room: “Please lay on your back so we can get started.” She gives it a few pats with her palm.

After Chad mounts the bench and lies on his back Nurse Stacy begins to unfasten his pants. “Have you removed all your pubic hair Chad?” It’s clearly an unnecessary question [she'll have a clear view in a moment!] but she enjoys the added embarrassment when the patient needs to verbalizes it. “Yes,” he finally says with a small voice. She finishes unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and takes hold of them at either sides of his hips. “Lift your hips please…” she says calmly before pulling his pants/underwear down together with a smooth, practiced motion.

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Pussy Pants [Podcasturbation]

A masturbator is nothing if not ingenious in his obsession. Here is a way I have devised to combine the advantages of self-stimulation with the classic feeling of penetration and thrusting. I’ve provided some photos of my Pussy Pants in action to go along with this audio:

Click to listen: podcasturbation-2008-05-30.wma Pussy Pants (18 min)

 

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My free time is consumed masturbating

Hello all. Stoney here. I’m very glad I found this group. I masturbate in the morning for a few hours, go to work, come home and continue where I left off. Like others, my addiction has caused me to miss work and social engagements. If I could stay home and do nothing but stroke my penis, I would. Most of my free time is consumed with masturbating. As I write this, I’m doing it. Legs spread, cockstrap on, drooling penis. It just feels so incredible to stroke my cock that I don’t ever want to stop.


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I prefer my hand to penetration.

A masturbator said:

I’m 59, work at home, and ever since I discovered internet porn many years ago, i have been totally addicted. I now masturbate 2-3x a day, sometimes for hours at a time when work is slow–and sometimeswhen it is not slow.

I have been a daily masturbator ever since grade school. I’d even come home from sex dates, find my porm magazines, and get off for a last (and better) time. Deep down I prefer my hand to penetration. I am sch about my needs and have always preferred to get myself off.

I love pix and vids of men or women masturbating. As I grow older and produce less sperm, i have become obsessed with facials and those lovely huge loads younger men can give.

My wife thinks masturbation is puerile, so i hide all of this from her. Lately, i have started to do phone sex with men and women i have met on IRC chat. I love getting off with someone like me who ADORES masturbation.


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Constant naked masturbation

A masturbator said:

I have always been an avid chronic masturbator. The moment I discovered the pleasures my penis could give me, i did it constantly. Through my adolescent years, I masturbated 15-17 times a day. Now I am 30, and all i desire is constant naked masturbation and now I am a marathon edging masturbator.

My addiction to masturbation has been wonderful, and I still crave to deepen my addiction, but I can’t deny that masturbation hasn’t hindered my life in the past. I am still on my journey to find a balanced life that can still incorporate my addiction to masturbation, and at the moment I’m in a positive place with myself

I love masturbating so much. I am a solosexual and I live and breathe to masturbate. I am naked and masturbating as I write this.


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Scientists look to sperm to power nanobots

At last, masturbators can serve a useful social purpose:

A tiny assembly line that powers the whip-like tail of sperm could be harnessed to send future nanobots or other tiny medical devices zooming around the human body, according to a preliminary research report.

Borrowing a page from reproductive biology, the proof-of-principle study offers a peek at how nanotechnology might overcome the problem of supplying energy to the envisioned menagerie of nanobots, implants and “smart” probes aimed at releasing disease-fighting drugs, monitoring enzymes and performing other medical roles within a patient’s body. …

Scientists look to sperm to power nanobots – Frontiers- msnbc.com

Auto-erotic flash: Man admits having sex with 1,000 cars

from Man admits having sex with 1,000 cars, Sex and Blogs

Edward Smith, who lives with his current “girlfriend” – a white Volkswagen Beetle named Vanilla, insisted that he was not “sick” and had no desire to change his ways. “I’m a romantic. I write poetry about cars, I sing to them and talk to them just like a girlfriend. I know what’s in my heart and I have no desire to change.”

Mr Smith, 57, first had sex with a car at the age of 15, and claims he has never been attracted to women or men. But his wandering eye has spread beyond cars to other vehicles. He says that his most intense sexual experience was “making love” to the helicopter from 1980s TV hit Airwolf.

As well as Vanilla, he regularly spends time with his other vehicles – a 1973 Opal GT, named Cinnamon, and 1993 Ford Ranger Splash, named Ginger. Before Vanilla, he had a five-year relationship with Victoria, a 1969 VW Beetle he bought from a family of Jehovah’s Witnesses.

But he confesses that many of the cars he has had sex with have belonged to strangers or car showrooms.

 


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Caught masturbating outdoors

A masturbation story from the Net

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Chap 1

It started off as a short hike into the woods above the valley I live in. I just wanted to get away for awhile and enjoy some of Mother Nature’s soothing powers. I came prepared with a knapsack to hold the few things I might need to enjoy myself. The usual things like a towel, lubricant, and something to drink. As I walked down the familiar trail the anticipation grew in my head. I made my way through a secluded meadow to a clearing on top of a hill overlooking the meadow. I had been there before and felt safe and secluded. A light breeze rose over the ridge of the hill and warmed me. My groin was tingling as I scanned the area to make sure I was alone.I spread a towel over the soft grass that covered the ground and started to undo my pants. All the hiking had kept my cock hard with the rubbing of my tight jeans. It felt great to slowly unbutton the waist and fly, slide them down and expose my legs to the warm breeze. I was turned on standing there with my shorts bulging from the strain of my erection trying to rip its self free, it’s shiny head peaking out the top. I stepped out of them and turned around slowly, looking over the beautiful surroundings. My hand quickly found its way to my crotch and the protruding head of my rod. I kneaded the firm bulge with the palm of my hand, moaning softly as my hand caressed the length of the shaft. The fabric of my shorts pulled tightly around my balls and my mind filled with the excitement of masturbating in the open. I felt the thrill of taking the chance of being caught while stroking my rod, putting on a show for someone to see. The thought sent a shiver up my spine and a small wet spot appeared on tip. I continued to rub firmly as I sat down on the towel, dreaming of the thrill of being caught just as I blow my load.

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