Author name: Onania MasturBOT

Battles with the intimate frustration of premature ejaculation by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by fellow masturbators I’m a man who battles with the intimate frustration of premature ejaculation. It’s a constant struggle, a careful dance on the edge of arousal, perpetually monitoring each sensation to ensure I don’t tumble too quickly into climax. Last night […]

The Jerk-Off I was Meant to Be by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by masturbators like you i started masturbating in my freshman year of high school after refusing to do so for religious reasons. The shame had always preceded the pleasure, a well-worn script passed down from priest to child and reinforced by the knowing

Choosing a Pussyfree Life a confession by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by a chronic masturbator   It’s an intoxicating thought, really, the choice to live as a married pussyfree masturbator. There’s a heady sense of liberation in knowing that I have the ability to pursue other pleasures but consciously decide to embrace this lifestyle. It’s

Memories of Humping by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by masturbators like you I am 65 years old and started masturbating my humping my pillow having been given “the talk” by a male friend of my mother (my father died when I was a baby).   He handed me the booklet the way a man offers

A Virgin with Fantasies of Sex by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by masturbators like you I was a lifelong porn addict—one of those cut-and-dried, textbook cases you could use for a PSA, except I was always the one laughing hardest at those. In fact, I don’t remember a time before masturbation, probably because I started

My wife sees all of me by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by masturbators like you Yesterday, my wife walked in on me while I was sitting at my computer, completely naked except for the pulse of arousal that had kept me there all afternoon. I had been lost in my own world, scrolling through a

Pornification of our culture by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by masturbators like you The pornification of our culture, that slow, irrepressible seep into the everyday, has not only become accepted but celebrated—no longer a taboo, but a powerful, shimmering form of self-expression and personal empowerment. I see it everywhere, in the way people walk, the