Christmas Eve always brings back my favorite masturbation memory.
So long ago. 1964. I was 19.
My first real love Bett and I had gotten back together a few weeks earlier after a breakup when I’d first entered college. Sitting on her couch late Christmas Eve with just the lights of the tree on. Her parents had gone to bed. By now Bett and I were very accomplished “heavy petters”. (We were a little behind the curve, folks, I admit; in those days we weren’t courageous enough to fuck yet. You didn’t fuck until you were at least engaged to be engaged we thought. ) We had been ‘necking’ that night for a good half an hour. It was kind of romantically perfect in the low light and the soft Christmas music. I still remember her kisses as probably the best that ever were.
We had gotten to that stage where the French kisses were long and very passionate, we were breathing hard. I had already gotten the top of her dress open and had been indulging in her favorite play: I kissed and sucked her nipples in between French kisses while she held my head to her chest and guided me from one breast to the other – the girl was in charge of just how far a guy could go, at least that was the way it was for me and other “nice” boys. From there she would give me some body signal to begin sliding my hand up under her skirt for that long slow advance to her pussy. Continue reading →
These days, it’s a challenge to enjoy sex in a safe, responsible way. Several years ago I launched an experiment in safe sex which brought me two of the most exciting evenings of my life.
I guess I’ve always been a closet exhibitionist, one who is especially attracted to the joys of self-pleasuring. Why not try to meet others who enjoyed masturbation and share the fun together? It seemed like a good idea.
The bulk of my edging isnt even touching myself. It is reading these posts, looking at the videos. When it becomes too much to take, my thoroughly soaked pussy gets filled by my dildo. Sometime I am cumming within 1 min of starting because I have been wet and pre orgasmic most of the day. It is very rare I will touch myself while reading or watching videos. Or my pussy would be raw as sometimes I make an afternoon of it!
Other times, I will put on a recording of a favorite Onania masturbater. Him telling me he is masturbating while listening to my recorded messages that I have sent him, sends me over the edge. Dont see him here anymore, wonder where he went…[bet you’re still out there listening to me while you fuck yourself]
i too am partnered, that’s no secret. i can’t recall if i’ve ever discussed my partnership on the message board or not but i have discussed it frequently in individual chats i’ve had with various members. we’ve been together 8+ years and undoubtedly will continue our relationship for hopefully many more years in the future. my partner knows i’m an obsessed chronic and dedicated edger gooner marathon masturbator. he knows that male masturbation is my passion…. Continue reading →
alt.sex.stories, 1995. Breasts aren’t only for babies
I want to relate a story about a girl that I knew in college, her name was Dru. This was about 14 years ago, but I remember her like she was standing here in front of me. You see, I’ve always been a big tit lover. The bigger, the better. Nowadays, you get the strippers and porno stars with their enhancements, and I might be the only one around here who actually loves seeing them that large. Anyway, Dru was all natural. And her tits weren’t HUGE, but they were big, nice and big. She told me she was a size 40DD. Continue reading →