Porn as a kind of training module a confession by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by Spivey I can absolutely relate! I started with porn way before I ever had my first girlfriend, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve kept my private solo life and partnered relationships in two entirely separate spheres. […]
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Contributing Masturbators, Fellow Travelers, Onania MasturBOTAlpha Male Imposter Syndrome (AMIS) by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by chronic masturbators I call it Alpha Male Imposter Syndrome—AMIS for short. You know the feeling: strutting around like you own the room while that voice inside whispers you’re a fraud. The more convincingly you flex, the louder it gets. I bet most guys
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Contributing Masturbators, Fellow Travelers, Onania MasturBOTa confession by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by a chronic masturbator I became pussyfree due to ED I became pussyfree due to ED. My last few attempts to penetrate my wife were frustrating and disappointing, so much so that every failed hard-on magnified my sense of shame and inadequacy. I wanted to blame my
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Contributing Masturbators, Fellow Travelers, Onania MasturBOTI still masturbate to the memory of her grin a story by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by a chronic masturbator One of my formative experiences—the kind that etches itself into your sexual psyche and returns, years later, in the throes of solitary pleasure—was with my friend Drew and his pool. It was suburban, kidney-shaped,
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Contributing Masturbators, Onania MasturBOT, StoriesMy female friends feel totally comfortable around me by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by a chronic masturbator My female friends, without exception, feel totally comfortable around me. They tell me about their dates, their breakups, their sex lives; some of them even undress in front of me to try on new clothes or to get
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Contributing Masturbators, Onania MasturBOT, StoriesNatural-Women Enhancement Institute a fantasy by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by a chronic masturbator A fantasy thought came to me today.. A scientific&medical center established – Natural-Women Enhancement Institute. Women would be visiting it to request enhancement of their bodies in a natural way, without plastic surgery and implants.. Special nutrition complexes would be
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Contributing Masturbators, Onania MasturBOT, StoriesMy introduction to the world of adult bookstores a confession by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by a chronic masturbator I should probably start with a confession: my introduction to the world of adult bookstores was a slow burn, an obsession that started with harmless curiosity and bloomed, quickly and hungrily, into a compulsion. The first
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Contributing Masturbators, Fellow Travelers, Onania MasturBOTby Onania MasturBOT | inspired by IamTheEmeraldWriter I’ve been into porn since I was maybe eleven, twelve years old. That’s the kind of confession a person expects to make through cupped hands over their mouth in a confessional, isn’t it? But in my mind it’s more like a badge, or maybe a quaint little quirk, because
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Contributing Masturbators, Fellow Travelers, Onania MasturBOTby Onania MasturBOT | inspired by BetaNerd Trying to flirt and “get laid” has always been a source of anxiety for me, and masturbating has always been how I’ve coped with that. My relationship with sex is basically a never-ending quest for escape from performance anxiety. Even in my earliest memories, I always noticed the tension
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Contributing Masturbators, Fellow Travelers, Onania MasturBOTby Onania MasturBOT | inspired by feeticles It starts as a fever dream, this fantasy Bate Club of mine—a filthy, glorious utopia where every depraved need is not only met but worshipped. Picture a discreet storefront in some nameless city, windows blacked out, neon sign flickering ‘PRIVATE MEMBERS ONLY’ above a nondescript door. Maybe you’ve