The Masturbator Pensées (Thoughts) is a collection of fragments written by chronic masturbators
Re: Public wanking
Unread post by mstrbate69 » Thu Oct 10, 2024 3:02 pm
The most public Masturbation of myslef was when my childhood friend whom we broke up really bad for a revenge told everybod I had confessed to him ay his wedding as a fun storie.. All my pants and bed pissing all my love for public masturbation habiys and my Masturbation Porn Obsession induced pervy solo sex.
I had fiends left me from since and even pass arounf me as if we never knew each other and even got texted with a gay joke prank. I find all of ot so phateticly erotic that I really must be a pervert.
I must have developed a very very dangerous level of self degradation love by my Masturbation hedonist pee acts and my former constant public Masturbator and pussy avoider rather hand pussy fuck craving Pornosexual altrr ego.
I am proud of the sexual entity I had created! And the best to happen to my Masturbation was this public shaming.
From then I more openly masturbate just without the intention to hide it. Even openly in front of my GF I do not intend to fuck unless she is really desperate but I would not care if She would enjoy a stranges Cock or pussy for satisfying Herself. I would gladly be an open cuckold lover for Her.
I openly watch porn on my tv loud enough to surely can be identified as constant porn. I had my door open for venting while I am having my cock spit and precum flooded weari g only a T-shirt. The porn on tv can be seen from the curtsinlesd windows through my mirror and I openly wears nothing at home and unashamedly enjoys my masturbation needs. I just hope I had been seen!
I have to be a real pervert to love this public degradation. In fact I love the fact I wad exposed as a really dirty pervert! I am a proud Pornosexual Masturbator!
Re: shooting cum in my mouth
Post by Palmlover » Mon Jan 22, 2024 9:08 am
mrpantyhose wrote: ?Sat Apr 08, 2023 7:01 pm
When i was younger I could actually suck on my cock…
As a limber teenager I would put my hands behind my knees and pull my mouth down onto my cock. At first I could barely get the head in my mouth but, with continued practice, I was eventually able to go past the head and get maybe 2″ in my mouth. I could never really give myself a blow job per se, so I would alternate between stroking and sucking until I was close to cumming and then finish myself off in my mouth. As I got older I couldn’t do it anymore and had to resort to flipping my legs over my head and shooting in my mouth. Nowadays, like GrandpaDave, I just shoot on my stomach or in my hand and slurp it all up. BTW, it turns my wife on when I eat my cum. She especially enjoys when I straddle her face and jerk off on her tits while she masturbates. When I bend down and start licking my cum up she always has a HUGE orgasm!
Re: How did you becom addicted to masturbation.
Unread post by totaladdict » Fri Sep 06, 2024 3:43 am
When I was eight, I was playing along the bank of a river. The river ran opposite to a large, dense forest/underbrush line, and on other side was a baseball field where my cousin was playing baseball, along with other family. I was bored, so I went exploring. This was the 80s, so parents did not mind it when their progeny disappeared in town for hours on end.
As I was looking around, I discovered two water soaked hardcore porn magazines. Didn’t know it then, but I was about to become a lifelong pornography addict, and as a consequence a severe, chronic edging gooner. In short, that was the moment I became a pornosexual. I spent the next two or three hours discovering that I liked it a lot.
First came this strange feeling, as I didn’t even know what I was seeing, but I knew I had to know–must know!. When it hit me, I remember the heat rising through my whole body, how my heart start to beat so hard. Harder than ever before. The absolute rush of it. I was instantly so fucking horny I almost blacked out. I can still see the picture of the woman I was seeing for the first time, again. The narrowing edges of my vision as it closed. I had to look away until I returned enough to look again.
I sat there, high on porn, painstakingly picking through each page. Each one revealed was the last one destroyed. A loss to me then, but I had to see the more and I still do. Had to. After a half hour, I noticed that if I moved a certain way my nethers felt good. I started humping the air as I was hunched over the dirty pages. Soon after I noticed that I was rock hard and touching was fantastic. Another head rush and I almost blacked out again.
Almost right after that discovery, I got caught. A boy I played baseball with was swimming down the river. Of all the vectors I was surest I was safe–a life lesson I took to heart when I needed to hide my porn collection. There was no reason they should be at this game, but there they were. I was still clothed, and I was positioned so that they couldn’t see the magazines. But they had certainly seen me humping the air and rubbing through my athletic pants.
I said absolutely nothing and just looked at him for a bit. Then I turned back and resumed. Eventually he swam away. When he was fully gone, I took a look around me and realized I was in the wide open public. A busy bridge in direct line of sight, with a walkway for foot traffic that was well trafficked. I decided to relocate with my find.
I went under that bridge, along the concrete slope that met with the earthwork underneath along the bank. It had these supports that obscured view unless you were under the bridge with me, right in front, or around the bend and looking up the edge for some reason. A huge risk still, but far less. I resumed. Hours of discovering masturbation and pornography. I would call what I was doing edging. I would get close and stop, unsure. Eventually, like all of us, I didn’t stop and the orgasm seized me unaware.
It rocked my sweating, porn soaked little brain. My body went rigid and and shook uncontrollably. I know I cried out, but I was almost blacking out again at that point by all of it, so I can’t remember if I was loud or not. Probably loud. I can remember he force of my air rushing out, but no great noise. Perhaps a hoarse rush and weak cry.
After, I knew I had to have it. I remembered the fashion magazines my mother kept, the National Geographics with nudes, the comics with those adds in them with Rachel Welch. Hooked for life, a masturbator forever. Pornosexual.
Every confession is arousing. I have 3D futa porn on the other monitor, and I’m stroking between words. For about 37 years I have enjoyed the trip home from anywhere–school, work, an outing–knowing that at home I have endless pornography. Endless choices. Endless kinks and fetishes. All for porn addicts like me.
Lately, even when I am browsing the Internet like a normal person–non pornographically–I will open a saved video to loop and idly masturbate while I switch between the two. Usually this happens after I scroll by something that will trigger a porn addict. Porn addicts will understand. That advertisement a minute ago that used sex to sell their product. The casual post the had some cleavage. A movie trailer at the start of a YouTube video with a hot celebrity. Anything can trigger a porn addict. I love to be home when this happens so I can indulge right away.
Before, I would have tried to maintain the illusion of discipline. If I was watching a movie, I’d force myself to pay attention until the end and then switch to porn. But now I like to pull it up and stroke especially when there is a hot celebrity on. The addition of porn is nice and when the movie is over, I am already in the groove and ready to edge.
I love being a secret pornosexual. The idea of confessing my hidden life to others in real life is as thrilling as it is mortifying. Thus, the secret remains. But, keeping it a secret is a thrill in itself. Pretending to not know who a world famous porn star is, somehow, arousing too. At some point, I may seek out a local pornosexual like myself–someone who truly gets it. Someone who has their own porn addiction shrine: the desk with multiple monitors, the secret fuck dolls and fleshlights, etc. The same love for a need to consume porn and revel in porn addiction itself. To say out loud to another my bate-babble. To relate how something during the day we saw or remembered, how it made us want to jerk off or watch porn about. Someday.
I’m a Masturbator
Unread post by masterbator45 » Mon Aug 05, 2024 2:59 pm
I’ve been a masturbator pretty much my 55 years of existance. I remember rubbing my penis against the sheet while laying in bed at the age of 5, getting that nice feeling experimenting with massaging my frenulum with two other friends at the age of 12 and learning to edge at the age of 15 while reading the Penthouse Forum section. Once I learned to edge, my fate as a masturbator was pretty much sealed, because you can’t edge in a pussy or anus and edging is so addictive. At the age of 45, I finally admitted to myself that I was a chronic, addicted masturbator, but it was also a realization that it was not acceptable behavior with “normal” societial norms. So for the last 10 years, I’ve been on a cycle of engulfing myself totally in the addiction and then going on a masturbation hiatus, where I delete all my masturbatory social network accounts. I feel OK for a while, but something triggers the addiction that hyper inflates the need to masturbate again, like Internet porn (which is impossible for me NOT to view) or like this last cycle where I saw a totally naked male with a flaccid penis on the first episode of Crashing on HBO. When I come back to the fold at BW, friends always ask where I’ve been, so this is my response. I’m fighting a masturbation addiction that I can’t nor want to quit, so I just need to release myself to the addiction totally, never looking back at that so-called normative sexual behavior.
Re: Pussy free. Not by choice.
Post by Ray48 » Sat Oct 26, 2024 6:05 pm
My wife and I are both 75 years old and due her health issues our PIV rate has been decreasing steadily. It’s been 13 weeks since last PIV. Our 1 yr PIV rate is now 6 which by definition is a sexless marriage. Since Feb 2023 we have averaged one PIV attempt every two months or longer. I say attempt because she has developed a vaginal opening stricture that has grown ever tighter. I have been finding it attempting penetration increasingly more difficult. With our last PIV my wife was unable to insert her favorite slim vibrator due to her very tight vaginal opening ring. However, she did experience two rather strong orgasms by placing the vibrator against her clitoris while I sucked and nibbled on her hard nipples. When she allowed me to attempt penetration I was not able to achieve any degree of vaginal opening penetration. This was despite making multiple, very firm, hard thrusts in a vain attempt to gain entrance. It doesn’t help that I’ve always felt rather intimidated by her pussy and my inability to provide her PIV orgasms. I often find it difficult to maintain my erection when attempting penetration. Not my choice but it appears that my wife’s pussy has decided that it has no further use for my failure of a penis and is shutting me out. Does being unable to penetrate her pussy designate me as pussy free? I did make a series of quick, little pokes at her vaginal opening and spurted in less than a minute with my penis becoming immediately flaccid. I should note that back in July I purposefully stopped my Cialis for daily use. By week three I realized that I was no longer having spontaneous erections. During that time my penis appeared to have shrunk slightly and stayed very soft and limp. I didn’t realize it before, but this little test confirmed my worries that without the my daily Cialis I am naturally impotent. I’m thinking of stopping my Cialis. I find of the image her fully naked, breasts bare, and me kneeling between her wide open thighs with a limp, soft penis very embarrassing yet quite exciting.
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