A Masturbator Lifestyle – Seeking the “Solitary”

A Masturbator Lifestyle – Seeking the “Solitary”

By Earl Flen

Most of us older masturbators can remember that moment when we crossed the line into our solosex contentment. We may still have a spouse or partner who would actually consent to another fuck if we asked, who would “give it up” if we really wanted it; but generally while we still love the mental idea of fucking, we’ve pretty much abandoned the effort to engage in anything but private masturbatory fulfillment.

Sometime in my mid-sixties I noticed that my realization that I was becoming “only” or “just” a masturbator didn’t cause a twinge of any negative feeling any more. I didn’t have to reconcile any thoughts about words like “alone”, “lonely”, “loser”, “pathetic”, “addicted”, or “inadequate”. Even though I’m a senior, I have no fear of “E.D.” My hand pussy will always wait for me to get hard, or even fuck me if I’m soft. In fact my satisfaction with my love affair with my dick has led me into some new lifestyle experiences that brought me an almost Zen-like contentment about being alone. That stays with me all the time. I’ve come to respect the “solo” part of the concept of “solosex” in ways I wouldn’t have expected. Many of you older masturbators will know what I am describing when I talk about the peace and private enjoyment that comes with our free and guiltless lifestyle of masturbating. I find myself more often seeking my solo time, seeking the “solitary” for an hour, an afternoon, or a weekend of unhurried private sex with myself. I can go out for evenings with friends, but I am happier at home at night jerking off. It’s very rewarding, don’t you agree? 

I found myself first seriously thinking about the solitary in this way when I was doing a task which is almost but not quite a solo activity. Every morning I walk my old dog in the woods around the lake near my house. One day I had that “a-ha” moment you know we have when our brain surprises us with the thought, “Hey! I can masturbate!!!” The dog has a nice spot by the shore line where he is content to lay down and relax halfway through our walks. Not worrying about him wandering away, I picked a spot a few yards away and sat in the grass and looked out over the lake. I slowly unzipped, pulled out my stiffening cock and began masturbating without a care in the world. I spread my legs, enjoyed the sounds of the bird calls in the trees behind me, the lapping of the small waves on the shore and my own gooning sighs as I made myself cum, shooting my semen into the grass in front of me. Most days after that include an extra treat when I take the time to be solitary … and masturbate.

I noticed that my solosex lifestyle was adding more and more opportunities to enjoy lots of activities that were solitary – filled with alone time and masturbation. I volunteered to do maintenance at our little library every week during hours it was closed. In addition to getting a lot of much-welcomed repairs done, I find there is something so private and enjoyable about inhaling the scent of old books while kneeling between the deserted rows of shelves and stroking myself until I cum in my handkerchief. I discovered a coffee table-sized book of explicit nudes I could prop up in a shadowy aisle and jerk off to one or two of the delicious “muses”. Solitary. Masturbation heaven!

My handyman reputation leads me often to neighbor women’s homes. When they leave me alone to fix something I always find time to wander into their bedroom or bathroom and find their soiled underwear. It’s really hot for me to inhale their pussy-scented panties, lay on their unmade bed and use that silky underwear to masturbate my penis. Lying in the living room of a woman you don’t know well with her bra cup wrapped around your dick while you cum – your naked ass scrubbing over her carpet – is a real “solitary” treat, I promise.

And it’s not just the adventure of masturbating in new places. It’s more about the “solo” enjoyment of being alone, guilt-free and savoring the time to enjoy one’s penis with no worries about isolating yourself from “society” or “life”. Even at home now with Wifey at work it’s so erotic for me to get naked and enjoy a guilt-free day of solitary fun masturbating. The reward when I cum is a perfect solosex completion. I spend a lot of time like that now in my senior years. I’ve jacked off dozen of times in every room in the house, in the garage and shop, in the greenhouse and in the yard. I am happy being a solosexual senior.

I love the alone time, the solosex, the orgasmic highs. I love being able to get as loud as I want while gooning, “masturbate, MASTurbate!, Massturrrbate my peeeenissss!” like Richard taught us. “Solitary” doesn’t mean lonely, or even feeling “alone”. I have my porn muses on jpegs and dvd’s if I find I want company, or Skype or phone calls to J.O buds. But “solitary” is good. For me solosex is bliss for the three of us: me, my penis and my hand pussy!