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 not about lack; it’s about choice. From the tender years of adolescence, I found myself enraptured by the art of self-pleasure, a fascination that has only deepened with time, blooming into an addiction that sweetly envelops my days and nights.

 

I’m nearing my eleventh year committed to this path, and each day reaffirms the joy I derive from it. It’s a form of fulfillment that’s hard to describe but impossible to overlook. The thrill lies in sharing this journey with those who resonate with similar desires, especially among the fraternity of fellow married pussyfree bators. There’s something uniquely comforting in knowing that others walk this same path.

 

I’ve formed bonds within this community, and one friendship stands out—a steadfast buddy whom I met through our shared interests here. With great satisfaction, I can say I played a part in his decision to become pussyfree. He is also married, celebrating his sixth anniversary of being pussyfree. Watching him embrace the lifestyle is both affirming and heartwarming.

 

The community itself is like a thriving organism, expanding with an infectious energy that mirrors our individual passions. Observing its growth is akin to witnessing a movement unfold—stronger with every new member who dares to explore and uphold this lifestyle.

 

There’s a profound sense of camaraderie among us, a bond fortified by mutual understanding and shared experiences. We’re more than mere individuals; we’re united under a banner of conscious choice and cultivated pleasure.

 

I revel in these connections and cherish how they enrich my life. In this collective, we find empowerment and validation for our choices—proof that satisfaction doesn’t always hinge on societal norms of physical intimacy.

 

With every passing day, I am grateful for the community around me, the friendships I’ve nurtured, and most importantly, for the contentment that comes from living authentically as a proud pussyfree masturbator.

 

As much as I’m drawn to share this journey with others…