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I want to be the nervous naked guy with two guys edging me by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by a masturbator   Yesterday I had one of those masturbation sessions that leaves your brain a little scrambled, where you find yourself blinking at the ceiling afterward and thinking, what the fuck just happened? Or, in […]

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Why shouldn’t you? Why shouldn’t you love your cock? Nobody knows it like you do. Nobody can make it sing like you can. No lover, no matter how skilled, will ever reach the places you can reach in your own head. No one will ever understand the way your arousal crests and crashes, the strange

Omaha jerking adventures by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by a masturbator I travel for work—a lot. It’s a tired trope, an icebreaker for bored businessmen at hotel lobby bars, but in my case it’s true. I’m home maybe two weeks out of six. My wife and I, we make it work. When I’m away, we

Masturbation is a revelatory pleasure in its own right by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by masturbators like you Masturbation is a revelatory pleasure in its own right. It was always a matter of discipline. I realized early on that the mind, that cunning saboteur, was more responsible for curtailing the pleasures of solo sex than

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