a masturbator wrote:
I’ve been told by one of the more superior guys in our group that I’ve got to
tell you all about my wife – you see, we’ve been together since I was about
twelve. She’s my right hand and she masturbates me every day – she also feeds me
my cum on a spoon. To show her how much I love her I’ve just bought her a gold
ring which she wears on her index finger.
She is, of course, my wanking hand! She’s very effeminate…has a manicure twice
a week…hand cream applied several times a day and wears a cotton glove to bed
at night so that she is always soft and smooth. Lots of guys have commented on
my wife as she’s masturbated them…but she never lets them cum…because I
always finish them with a long, slow blow-job.
No-one cares for my small, hairless cock like she does, constantly applying baby
oil to my knob as she polishes and plays with it, sometimes for hours at a time,
until she makes me cum. Then, as if by magic, the spoon appears, collects the
cum and…down the hatch!
I’ve mentioned before that I’ve actually had all my pubic hair permanently
removed by electrolysis, and recently had a radical circumcision which has left
the remaining skin on my small cock stretched really tight. My frenum was
completely excised at the same time.
Like most of us wankers, I’m also a pathetic solo sex enthusiast and I really
enjoy my prolonged masturbating sessions with my wife..although I do enjoy
sucking cock – but definitely no reciprocation wanted because my wife polishes
my knob as I suck! And I then have two loads to swallow!
I’ve never had sex with a female, in fact, no female has ever touched my erect
cock…I was fourteen when the first person touched my erect cock, it was a
member of my family, a man of course.
Well, that’s all…what a release – I no longer have to hide my nasty habits!
I now feel wonderfully humiliated and degraded after ‘outing’ myself…and you
will all know that my wife has been polishing my knob as I type this message.
The precum is dripping from the end of my cock and its about ready to burst!
I say…where’s that spoon?
Peter, the little wanker.