I had her get all dressed up in stockings lace, etc., she would adjust the lighting and had a full wall mirror opposite her bed, she would watch herself playing and told me she imagined it was her sexual twin, willing her to do these things. She would vibe her clit, at my instruction; insert her dildo into that willing pussy. She fuck her ass, in any position I wanted, she was so into it.
I finally got a TENS unit recently, and some pad electrodes. The very first time all that happened is I got very hard, in anticipation, but there was a learning curve and I had too much to absorb in my first session to reach an orgasm. Several subsequent sessions like that happened BUT each time the pleasure itself was better and better, and I found that even finishing off with my Fleshlight was intensified by my estim foreplay.
Over lunch Mom burst out, “so Charles, what have you been doing this morning”? So I said, well, err Mom I have been … err … Mom said, you can tell me …. so I said, Mom I have been masturbating.
Mom replied, I sort of thought that was what you were doing but since you were not touching yourself – I wasn’t sure. Mom smiled and said, take your time, its a storm day, a perfect day to relax and enjoy some masturbation.
We had sex at least four or five times a week in our first years of marriage, yet I jerked off every single day – usually more than once – unless for some reason it was impossible. It wasn’t just a choice for me any more. I needed to cum. Or at least that was what I felt in my heart. I guess that was when I really became”chronic”.
So, really, masturbation can be–and is for me–way more than a solution to a problem. It is an expression of self. Eric Francis expresses this well in his writings and suggests sharing masturbation with others, in order to share oneself. I find this resonant, and it is why I’ve tried to meet others with similar masturbatory interests. My goal is to find others who love their practice in the same way and want to support one another in their arousal. My goal is as well to find a woman to spend my life with who celebrates this aspects of the self and feels as proud of and inspired by masturbation as I do.
I’m 18yo and already totally addicted to edging and porn. I started reading about masturbation addiction at 14 and everything I read really turned me on. It just made me so hard thinking how jerking off can totally take control of your life. This is also the year when I discovered edging. And that’s what really pushed me over the edge. I started edging for hours every day and by the time I was 16 I knew I was already totally addicted, edging around 4-6h every day.
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]